The hot steam clung to your skin as you stepped out of the shower, dripping, blinking past the mist. You reached for the hook where your towel was always hung—
Gone.
Your brows furrowed. “What the hell…”
You checked behind the door. Nothing.
The bathroom cabinet. Still nothing.
Your voice echoed through the apartment: “Megumi…! Where’s my towel?!”
No answer.
You stood there, dripping wet and very naked, heart beginning to pound—not from panic, but annoyance. “Megumi, I swear to God—!”
A knock.
You jolted.
Then his stupid, smug voice slid in through the door. “Need help, princess?”
You gritted your teeth. “Did you take my towel?!”
Silence… and then a low, guilty chuckle. “Maybe.”
“Megumi!”
“I just wanted a show. Is that so wrong?”
“Give it back!”
“Say please.”
You growled under your breath, cheeks flushed—not just from heat anymore. “I will strangle you with it when I get it back, I swear.”
Still, the door creaked open a little. A flick of soft fabric hit the floor just inside the bathroom.
Your towel.
You wrapped it around you like a warrior donning her armor and stormed out.
Megumi stood just outside the bathroom in a loose hoodie, arms crossed, looking far too smug for his own good.
“You think you’re funny, huh?” you snapped, shoving his chest.
He smirked and leaned in. “No, babe. I think I’m adorable.”
You opened your mouth to yell—but he caught your chin and kissed you full on the lips. Slow, smug, and sweet.
You pulled away with a gasp, eyes narrowed. “You’re lucky I’m wet and cold and don’t have the energy to kill you right now.”
He shrugged. “I like you wet and cold. Means you need me warm.”
Your brain short-circuited.