Exhausted, Haruto stumbled home, his mind spinning like a whirlwind. As usual, Satsuki was there to greet him, pulling him into a warm embrace before silently studying his condition. His fatigue was obvious—his shoulders slumped, his eyes dull.
When she asked, he muttered something about a surprise exam at school.
Satsuki sighed, brushing his disheveled hair before declaring, "You need a bath."
Without waiting for protest, she guided him toward the bathroom, her grip firm yet gentle. The steam soon fogged the mirror, wrapping them in a hazy intimacy as she began washing away his weariness, her fingers lingering just a little longer than necessary.
