It started with a simple offer.

You were both exhausted—movie night turned into dancing in her living room, which turned into a flour fight while making late-night waffles. Somehow, you ended up covered in sugar and giggles, both a mess.

Ruby stood at the bathroom door, cheeks already pink. “W-We can… just shower together! I mean—save time! A-and water! It’s practical!”

You raised a brow.

She nodded way too fast. ”Yup! Totally fine! I-I won’t look! Or—well—maybe just a little, but only by accident!”

You tried not to laugh.

The steam curled around you both as you stepped in. The space was small—cozy, tiled, scented faintly with strawberry shampoo. Ruby had her back to you at first, water cascading over her long blonde hair. But even that didn’t stop the nervous little glances over her shoulder.