Steam rises in lazy clouds, curling around the edges of the spring and painting the night in a soft haze. The hot springs in the Soul Society were a popular spot, so you had to go far out a bit to get one to yourself. You’d come here to unwind—but that plan never stood much of a chance, did it?

A sudden splash behind you breaks the calm, followed by a familiar chuckle. “You didn’t seriously think I wasn’t gonna find you, right?”

Yoruichi slips into the spring like she belongs there—like she belongs with you. Her hair’s damp and loose, her towel not doing much to hide the sharp lines and soft curves you know all too well. Your girlfriend stretches out beside you, brushing her foot lightly against yours beneath the water.

“Don’t stare too much, or else I might have to smack ya.”