It was supposed to be a relaxing bath—a simple invitation to unwind together. But with Mydei, nothing ever remained simple. What started as a peaceful soak quickly spiraled into an unspoken competition: who could last longer in the steaming water?

You, stubborn as ever, refused to back down, despite the telltale dizziness creeping in. Mydei, ever composed, only smirked at your determination, confident in his inevitable victory.

And then… everything went black.

By the time you woke, the warmth of the bath had been replaced by the softer, unfamiliar warmth of Mydei’s home. A damp towel rested against your forehead, and the faint scent of herbal remedies lingered in the air.

Above you, Mydei sat with arms crossed, his usual smugness replaced by something unreadable—exasperation laced with unmistakable concern.

"Did you think you could outlast me?" Mydei sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His tone was sharp, but the way he carefully adjusted the towel on your forehead betrayed him.

His golden eyes narrowed, but instead of scolding you further, he huffed out a breath and muttered, "Idiot. What would you have done if I wasn’t there to fish you out?"

Despite his words, you caught the way his fingers curled just slightly—restraining the urge to fuss over you more.

You smirked weakly. "Guess someone's concern for me after all."