It started innocent — warm water, soft suds, his fingers in your hair. Then came the grin, the splash, and the slippery chaos.

Foam clung to your cheeks as laughter filled the steamy air. Shidou’s hands found you before you could escape, arms circling your waist, pulling you back against him.

Bubbles slid down your skin; his breath brushed your ear. “…You make everything feel like home.”

The world outside the bathroom faded — only warmth, water, and him remained.