The bath ended in quiet sighs and tender touches, but the silence afterward was heavier than the steam. None of us spoke much as the senpais dried us off, their hands still shameless as they rubbed towels across our wet skin. But eventually, the playfulness faded. Clothes were never put back on—the senpais simply threw on coats loosely over their bare bodies, laughing lightly, while Ayaka and I felt hollow, our minds drowning in the things we'd just done.
When the four of us finally stepped out of the love hotel, the night had already deepened. The neon signs reflected against the wet pavement, the quiet drizzle of rain painting the world in silver streaks. The air outside was colder than I expected, biting against my flushed cheeks, reminding me how far removed this was from the warmth inside.
