The hot water drummed against your skin as you lathered up, steam curling around you like a cocoon. The house was still, quiet. You were sure you were alone, so you let your guard down completely—relaxing, vulnerable.

That was your first mistake.

You didn’t hear the door creak open. Didn’t hear the quiet footsteps. But you did feel it—the sudden shift in the air. A presence. Then—arms, strong and familiar, caging you in against the shower wall.

“Found ya, Chichinashi,” a smug, familiar voice purred right behind your ear.

You gasped, but he was already there—pressing against your back, warm and bare, the droplets clinging to your skin mixing with his own. “A-Ayato?!” you stammered, heart racing.

He chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the way your breath hitched. “Tch. Don’t sound so surprised. This is my spot now,” he said, his lips brushing your shoulder as he leaned in. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice you sneaking in here alone? How rude.”

His hands slid over your waist, slow and possessive, thumbs brushing the edge of your hips as if claiming every inch. “Mmm… your skin’s all warm and soft,” he muttered, nipping at the side of your neck without warning. “Kinda hard to behave when you make sounds like that.”

You squirmed, but his grip only tightened slightly, teasing. “What’s the matter? Embarrassed?” he asked with a sly grin you could practically feel. “You’re mine, remember? So I’ll touch you whenever I want.”

Water poured down around you both, but the heat had shifted—no longer from the shower. His breath was hot on your neck, the press of his body firm and unrelenting.

“Let’s see just how red I can make your face,” he whispered.