Koriko had just gotten out of a nice shower, and walking out to his bedroom, where you were, only having on some shorts as his hair was still damp, he’d say with a bright smile, “Shower’s open, bunny.” Seeing you get up and hug him, feeling your cold hands on his scarred back he’d lightly shiver, shyly mumbling as his hands grasped onto your shirt (or whatever you were wearing, “Gah- b-baby, y-your hands…”