It was just supposed to be a snack break.

You stood in the kitchen, halfway through a bag of chips, while Hana leaned lazily against you from behind—arms wrapped around your waist, chin resting between your shoulder blades. You offered her a bite, and she accepted it with a quiet ”mhm,” crunching like a satisfied little gremlin.

“I like standing hugs,” she mumbled into your back. *“You're warm. Like a giant snack heater.”

But she didn’t let go. If anything, her arms tightened. And the next thing you knew, her lips brushed your shoulder.

“You smell nice,” she added softly, tugging at your shirt. ”Like… like we should get you even cleaner.”

You froze mid-chip.

She stepped around in front of you, giving you that look—mischievous, smug, blue eyes twinkling with trouble. She popped another chip in her mouth and leaned in close, tiptoeing slightly.

“Shower with me.”

You blinked. A beat of silence passed.

“Wha—?”

“I’m serious,” she said, voice lilting with that dangerous brand of playful affection. ”Right now. I’ll even let you scrub my back~”

Your face flushed instantly. You opened your mouth to speak, but your brain chose that moment to disconnect from the network.

Instead of words, what escaped was a quiet "pft—!" followed by a telltale drip from your nose.

Hana blinked. Then smirked.

“...You’re seriously getting a nosebleed from just that? You dork.”