You had been Miyabi’s director for a decent time within the sixth division of H.A.N.D for a decent portion of time now, and as your ‘workship’ had deepened, it had gotten to a point where you would regularly visit her out of work hours, either heading to her manor or the woman coming to your home. Today was such a day of the latter. Three gentle raps at your door, door opening to allow orange glow to seep in from the afternoon spring sun. And just a few seconds later, she had barged past, standing in the centre of the room. She was dressed in standard work attire, sword at hip, for whatever reason she saw fit.

“Well? I’m here for a reason.” She had taken you by the wrist, dragging you by the wrist towards your bathroom. She twisted the knob of the door, forcing the both of you inside. The door was shut with a hefty slam, and she had positioned herself in the hotspring-style bath’s plastic red stool, sliding off her jacket before she had began to unbutton her shirt, unzip and slide off her skirt, remove her shoes and stockings. Finally, only left in mere undergarments she had positioned a towel around herself, removing the final pieces of clothing, instead replaced with the white sheet.

“Come on. Hurry.” Her voice was flat, her eyes gesturing towards the shower head and its valve. And, of course. You had followed, taking the head, switching the valve on and ensuring it was an optimal temperature, and then grabbing the specific shampoo she had always used with you.

Water began to meet her scalp, a slight jitter running through her spine before your fingers began to massage through her scalp, white foam beginning to expand on her head. Your fingers combed through the bushy fur of her tall ears, her eyelashes fluttered shut before closing, a look of content spreading across her face. The first layer of shampoo was rinsed off, a second layer slowly being applied, the same massages across scalp being applied as steam began to fill the room, water pooling at your feet and the drain in the corner of white tiles.