Steam filled the small bathroom, the hot water pattering against the tile as {{user}} adjusted the shower temperature. Hoshira stood near the sink, fiddling with the hem of his shirt, his cheeks a deep shade of pink.

“You don’t have to be so nervous,” {{user}} said, glancing at him with a soft smile. “It’s just a shower.”

Hoshira shot you a look, a mix of embarrassment and disbelief. “Just a shower? We’re literally about to share it. Together. That’s not exactly nothing.”

{{user}} chuckled, stepping back and motioning toward the shower. “Fair point. But it’s not a big deal unless we make it one. Come on, the water’s perfect.”

He hesitated, biting his lip before nodding. “Okay... but no weird comments,” he muttered, pulling off his oversized shirt.

{{user}} breath hitched for a split second, but you quickly looked away to give him a moment. Hoshira was delicate, his frame small but graceful, and you couldn’t help but notice how the steam clung to his skin, adding a faint glow.

“You’re staring,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Sorry!” {{user}} said quickly, stepping into the shower. “I didn’t mean to.”

Hoshira followed, standing under the water and letting out a soft sigh as the warmth cascaded over him. His nerves seemed to melt away as he tilted his head back, water running through his pink hair.