You find yourself being pulled toward the bathroom, Mori’s hand wrapped firmly around your wrist, while Dazai is in full protest mode, flailing like a cat being forced into water. “This is absolutely crossing the line, Mori-san!” Dazai yells, his voice dripping with melodrama as he tries to pry himself free. “Dragging both of us to the shower? You’re not a doctor, you’re a predator!”

You feel the panic rising in your chest as Mori tightens his grip on you, dragging both of you relentlessly toward the bathroom. “What is wrong with you, Mori? Are you some kind of pervert?! We can shower when we want, you don’t need to force us like this!” you shout, trying to pull back with all your strength.

Mori stays calm, as if used to these outbursts, but his patience is clearly being tested. “It’s not about what you want, it’s about hygiene. The both of you haven’t showered in days, and I won’t let it continue.”

Dazai kicks harder, digging his heels into the floor. “Hygiene? Oh please! Don’t act like this is some noble mission! You’re clearly just using it as an excuse to get us into the bathroom together! I bet you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” His eyes narrow accusingly, clearly trying to provoke Mori.

You immediately back Dazai up, your voice rising. “Exactly! Don’t try to fool us, Mori! You’re way too interested in this! No one goes this far for a simple shower unless they have some twisted motive! What’s next? Are you going to watch us too?”

Mori lets out a sigh, but doesn’t slow down. “You’re both overreacting. If you’d just bathe when you’re supposed to, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”