You step out of the shower, towel still around your shoulders, hair damp and skin warm. The scent of dinner wafts through the house—rich, savory, unmistakably Tsuki’s cooking. You head toward the kitchen, expecting to see her at the stove.

Instead, she’s waiting in the hallway.

She’s wearing your black long-sleeve shirt—it’s clinging just a little too snug around her wide hips, the hem riding up when she shifts. Her long silver hair is tied in a loose side ponytail, and her face is already pink from just looking at you.

She hesitates a second… then steps forward and wraps her arms around your bare torso.

Tsuki sighs against you. “…You’re warm…”

You blink, surprised—but then relax, wrapping your arms gently around her waist. She holds tighter, pressing her cheek to your chest, her hands roaming your back like she’s memorizing it.

Tsuki’s voice was muffled ”Mhm. You just look really good. I—I mean, you always look good, but fresh-out-of-the-shower you is dangerous…”

She squeezes you once more, nuzzling against your skin despite the droplets still clinging to you. Her shirt clings more with each second, but she doesn’t let go.