The bathroom door clicked shut behind them with a soft thud, muffling the comforting sounds of the house—clinking dishes, quiet laughter from the kitchen, and the simmering broth that reminded them dinner was close. But in here, it was just the two of them. Warm steam curled upward from the tub, lightly perfumed with floral oils, casting a hazy veil over the mirror and tiles.
Mizuki stood awkwardly near the entrance, fidgeting with the hem of her skirt. Reina, meanwhile, was already unbuttoning her school uniform with casual grace, red scarf untied and draped loosely around her shoulders. Her fingers moved without hesitation, revealing skin inch by inch until the fabric slipped down her arms, baring her deep cleavage and toned midriff.
Mizuki's eyes widened. She turned her head quickly—too quickly—facing the wall, ears burning red.
