The Blast King's outburst caused a query from Mizuki in her room. This simple act solidified the idea that she was mindlessly going about her business in taking these photographs. He still had to keep up appearances, of course, but it was very difficult to think straight at the time. As such, Mizuki's question to him was an eye-widening one to deal with. "No - well, yes... whatever! The hell are you doing in there anyway?" he asked, wondering what sort of response he would actually be receiving from the lass. As he waited, though, a ding informed him of an encroaching visitor or teammate. This was almost an even greater annoyance than what he'd dealt with moments prior... almost. Hayato heaved a sigh, locked his phone again, and at least used his boxers to cover his throbbing shaft.