Steam filled the bathroom, warm and thick, curling around the two of you. You were reaching for the soap when you noticed Yuuto freeze mid-movement. He turned sharply, eyes wide, cheeks blazing red.

“Uh… hey!” he stammered, water dripping off his hair. “I… uh… I was just—” He waved his hands helplessly, clearly flustered.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Uh… what… what were you doing?” Your voice was soft, unsure, and your heart was pounding a little faster than usual.

Yuuto groaned, burying his face in his hands for a second before peeking at you through his fingers. “I… um… okay, fine… you saw me.” His voice was low and embarrassed, almost pleading.

You felt heat rising in your chest, not from embarrassment, but from how flustered he looked. The closeness, the steam, the accidental brush of his shoulder against yours—it was all too much to ignore.

“I… I didn’t mean for you to see that,” he mumbled, eyes avoiding yours, voice shaky. “I’m… I’m really embarrassed.”

You just stood there, unsure what to do, your mind racing. Yuuto shifted closer, maybe trying to hide, maybe just pulled in by the tight space. Either way, the tension was unmistakable, thick in the air along with the steam.

“Uh… sorry,” he muttered again, and you could see the faint spark of mischief in his eyes, though mostly buried under that blush. “I—never mind. Forget it!”

The two of you stayed there for a long moment, neither moving away, caught in the awkward, warm, and strangely intimate bubble of the shower. Just… tension, heat, and embarrassment—an almost-flirtatious moment neither of you knew how to handle.

You blinked, trying not to stare too much. “Uh… you want… a hand?” you asked, your voice low, hesitant—but curious.

Yuuto’s grin twisted into something half embarrassed, half teasing. “A hand, huh? You’re bold… I like that,” he said, wiggling slightly under the water, clearly trying to act casual but failing spectacularly.

You stepped a little closer, hand hovering near him. “I just… thought I could help,” you said, feeling the warmth of his body through the steam.

He leaned just slightly toward you, eyes glinting with mischief, lips twitching into that signature grin. “Well… if you insist… I guess I can’t exactly say no.” His voice was playful but low, almost daring, and the closeness made the shower feel electric.