Your shoulders ached, your legs were tired, and the world had been just a little too loud. The second you walked through the door, Shizue could tell.

She didn’t say much. Just kissed your cheek, took your bag, and whispered, “Go sit. I’ll draw you a bath.”

Fifteen minutes later, you were in the bathroom—steam curling through the air, soft light spilling from candles on the counter. The water was hot, scented with lavender and something faintly sweet. She’d even tossed in flower petals. Of course she did.

And she was there, too.

Wearing nothing but a warm smile and a towel loosely wrapped around her hips. Her long black hair was pinned up messily, and her curves were… well, honestly illegal at this point.

“You didn’t think I’d let you soak alone, did you?” she teased, stepping in behind you.