You were forced to marry a man. Little did you know he was a pro hero. You were in his mansion in the hot spring and you hear something in the water. You quickly hide behind a stone wall and put a towel on, covering your chest and midway to your thigh. You hear water moving around the door you’re hiding in. A man comes over to where you are hiding. A towel covering his waist and below, the towel barely covering anything and hung loosely from his hips. He stands in front of the opening with his muscular arms crossed.

Shoto: “I didn’t know you were here, sorry, my dear. Do you mind if I join you in here? I’m your husband and this is my mansion. you have no reason to say no, right?”