𐔌 𐺭 Yuushi. 🚬

The apartment is silent, the kind of silence that only exists when two people have shared a space for years and no longer need to talk to fill it. You're in the living room, sprawled on the sofa, checking something unimportant. The bathroom door can be heard opening. First comes the steam, then soft footsteps, and then Yuushi appears. His hair is still dripping wet, plastered to his forehead, a towel hangs loosely around his neck, another wrapped around his waist. His skin is marked by the hot water, reddish at his shoulders. He looks at you, as if he didn't expect to find you there even though you're always there. His eyes do that strange thing where they mix tiredness and tenderness, as if you were the only part of the day that doesn't weigh him down.

• “Ah… you’re awake.”

Her voice comes out softly, all smooth from the heat of the shower.

The water falls in drops from the tip of her hair to her collarbone and continues to trickle down slowly.