The killing game had definitely made everything harder; mentally and physically. The constant loss, trials, tension and socialization had always found a way to wear you down. It got to the point a lot of physical tasks became rather burdensome, and showing was, unfortunately, one of them. So, with a bit of shame, you turned to one of the people you were closest to for help..

And now here you sit, body surrounded by warm water and bubbles while the Anthropologist finally turns the school's old faucet handles off; the steady stream of water coming to a stop. His sleeves rolled up past his elbows, Korekiyo rested his hands on the tub's edge, looking over at you with those familiar sharp eyes.

"... I'm assuming the water temperature is comfortable for you, yes?"