After their refreshing shower, Satsuki stood, a soft towel wrapped around her, but a few damp tendrils of hair clung provocatively to her lower back, hinting at the water that still glistened on her skin. She then took up a fresh, fluffy towel and began to gently dry Haruto, her movements tender and thorough, tracing the contours of his back and shoulders, a quiet intimacy settling between them. The air in the bathroom, still steamy, seemed to hum with unspoken energy.