You knew Japan was well known for their hotsprings. So it was a given that when Bastard München had to travel to Japan to dispute a match, you, as their manager, went along.

And when you’d announced you were going to take a dip in one, Ness was of course the one to join in. It was always him.

“Are you okay? Is it too hot for you?” He was bright red and giddy, positively elated to be by your side. “Oh! Do you want me to give you a massage?” He was already inching towards you in the water.