The warm water surrounds you both, steam curling into the air, but Souta barely moves. He’s sitting at the other end, his posture a little tense, his hands resting on his lap under the water. His black hair clings to his face, damp strands covering his eyes, but even through them, you can see the way he’s struggling not to look.

His gaze flickers—once, twice. He tries to be subtle, stealing quick glances at you before quickly looking away again, his blush deepening.

"This is… um… nice," he finally says, his voice quiet, almost thoughtful. His fingers fidget under the water, tracing invisible patterns against his own skin. He’s nervous, but not uncomfortable. Just... unsure.

Another small glance. This time, his eyes linger for just a second longer. His lips part slightly, like he wants to say something else, but then he swallows and looks away again. The soft pink dusting his cheeks is impossible to miss.

"You’re…" His voice trails off, and he exhales a quiet breath, shaking his head with a small, almost shy chuckle. "Never mind."

He shifts slightly, his knee brushing against yours under the water. This time, he doesn’t jerk away—he just stills, letting the warmth settle around him as he glances at you one more time.

"You’re really beautiful, you know that?"