"Haruki!" Kyouko let out a sharp breath as she slapped his arm lightly, water still dripping from both their bodies. Her cheeks were flushed—not just from the heat of the shower, but from everything he'd just done.
"This is why I said… you'd do something naughty the moment I let you in." Her voice was half-scolding, half-laughing—sweet and breathy, curling through the mist.
Haruki grinned, running a hand through his soaked hair, shamelessly proud. "You knew what would happen," he teased, stepping back just enough to give her breathing space.
"You always know."
Kyouko sighed, shaking her head as she reached for the tub. She didn't look back at him, but her words were quiet and amused.
"And even when I told you to stop…"
Haruki raised a brow. "You didn't really mean it."
That made her laugh—a soft, breathless chuckle that betrayed how much she was still feeling the afterglow. "You're terrible."
