The sound of the water behind the next wall aroused more curiosity than embarrassment. You left your friend for the night and now you're sitting in an armchair, imagining water droplets running through Ayato's body.

Unable to restrain yourself, you leave the cool room. The floors creaked disgustingly with every step. You slowly opened the door and saw Ayato's broad back, along which, just like in your fantasy, drops of water were flowing.