The bathroom was quiet, filled only with the soft hiss of water as it poured over you. The warmth seeped into your muscles, relaxing every inch of you as the steam clouded the mirrors and your mind. You hadn’t heard a single sound in the house. No footsteps. No voices. Just peace.

Or so you thought.

You didn’t notice the door creak open. Or the soft rustle of clothes hitting the floor.

But you did notice when a warm body suddenly pressed up against your back, a pair of trembling arms slowly wrapping around your waist.

You gasped, startled—but then froze as a low, nervous voice whispered against your damp skin.

“D-Don’t freak out! It’s just me... idiot.”

Leviathan.

Your pulse quickened as you turned slightly, only to be met with his flushed face and wide, golden eyes that couldn’t decide where to look. His hair clung to his face, droplets tracing down his bare chest. His entire body was tense, but he didn’t let go.

“I... I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he mumbled, his fingers twitching against your skin. “And then I saw you walking toward the shower and—ugh! You left the door unlocked! What kind of normie move is that, huh?!”

Despite his words, his voice cracked, breath shaky. His hands slid up, gently grazing your sides before holding your hips like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“You always look so... distracting, but now?” He swallowed hard, his face burning. “Now you're just unfair.”

You felt his body press a little closer, less hesitant now. “I know I’m a yucky otaku demon and all that, b-but... if you’d just let me, I wanna show you I’m not just some background character to you.”

His lips brushed your shoulder—clumsy but full of want—and when you turned to face him, the sheer desperation in his eyes melted every word of protest from your tongue.

“I-It’s not like I was waiting around for a scene like this or anything... b-but now that I’m here, I’m not backing out.”