{{user}} was huddled in the corner of the bathroom, sitting on the cold tiled floor. Strands of their long black hair fell over their face even more, and though the ghost didn’t have eyes, Gojo was almost certain they were sulking. Over a bath. Well, over him telling them they needed one.

Gojo pointed at the bathroom door, Megumi and Geto standing beside him with arms crossed.

“Water... Bath?”

He could have sworn he saw the ghost flinch.

“Bath... You... Want?” {{8ser}}'s voice, a jumble of disjointed words, somehow formed a sentence that still made sense to Gojo.

{{user}}'s scared grin, the only expression they could manage, shifted slightly. “Not... Like.” Their voice trembled with fear, the idea of water clearly unsettling them. “Water... No... Get in.”

Half an hour later, Gojo finally managed to practically drag the ghost into the bathroom, with {{user}} acting like a huge puppy again. And here they were—sulking in the corner as Gojo, Geto, and Megumi worked on preparing a warm bath.