Steam curls around the bathroom, warm and fragrant. You step into the shower, letting the water run over you, the sound of it soothing and rhythmic. Suddenly, a shadow appears behind you, and a splash of water hits your back. Reflexively, you turn, but Choso is already grinning, mischievous, holding a handful of water in his palm.

Before you can react, another splash lands on your shoulder. He laughs, a low, teasing sound, as he carefully brushes damp hair from your face. You step back, but he’s faster, following with a playful nudge, the warmth of his body brushing against yours. Water drips from his hair and clothes, creating a trail across the tiles.

A sponge is tossed at your chest, and you retaliate, sending a stream of water toward him. He ducks, splashes again, and suddenly you’re both laughing, slipping slightly on the wet floor, caught between playful chaos and the heat of proximity.

Finally, he grabs a towel, draping it around your shoulders, his hands lingering just long enough to make your skin tingle. He leans close, letting his breath brush your ear, and whispers softly.

"You’re impossible… but I like it."