Steam curled lazily through the bathroom, clinging to the mirror in foggy patterns. The tub was full, water hot and foamy, bubbles piled like clouds around the two of you. Candles flickered on the counter. A playlist hummed softly in the background — mellow, slow, perfectly forgettable.

You leaned back against Oikawa’s chest, your back to him, while he lazily ran fingers through your wet hair. It was quiet, easy. His long legs stretched out on either side of you in the tub, and his voice had dropped to that soft tone he only used when he wasn’t being loud or annoying or competitive.

“Hey,” he whispered, chin nudging your shoulder. “You smell like my shampoo.”

“That’s because it’s your shampoo.”

“You smell good with it,” he added, “but I think I like it better on—”

Then it happened.

A slip of the bottle. A sudden squeeze. A tragic trajectory.

Splat.

“OW—MY EYES—!”

You flinched as water splashed. Oikawa jerked away, hands immediately flying to his face. “THE BETRAYAL—IT BURNS—!”

You twisted around, startled. “What did you do!?”

“I SHAMPOOED MY SOUL,” he wailed, scrubbing at his eyes while foam dripped tragically down his nose. “THE BUBBLES—THEY’VE TURNED AGAINST ME—”

You tried not to laugh. Truly, you did.

But the sight of a naked, flailing Oikawa dramatically sinking into the bubble-filled tub with shampoo in his eyes was too much.

“Stop moving! Let me rinse—don’t rub it—Tooru!” you leaned in with the handheld showerhead, trying to spray gently while he squirmed like a soaked cat.

“I’m blind! This is how it ends—tell Iwa-chan I love him!”

“You’re not dying, you’re being ridiculous!”

Ten chaotic seconds later, you managed to rinse the soap from his lashes, and he finally calmed — blinking dramatically through red eyes.

“...Are they bloodshot?” he asked, sticking out his bottom lip.

“They’re a little pink,” you admitted, brushing his wet bangs from his forehead. “But you’ll live.”

“Can you kiss them better?” he asked, all tragic charm.

You sighed — and kissed each eye.

He grinned, milking the moment. “Now the pain is bearable.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”