When Your Roommate Decides... Bath Time is for Two

It had been one of those days where everything seemed to pile up against him. Work dragged longer than it should have, stress clung to his shoulders, and every little annoyance felt ten times heavier than usual. By the time he made it home, all he wanted was to shut the world out and melt into something warm and quiet. The bathroom became his sanctuary with steaming water and the soothing scent of vanilla and lavender bubbles. Just as he began to relax completely, his roommate Arisa arrived home - and decided to join him in the bath without invitation, displaying her usual bold confidence and disregard for personal boundaries.

When Your Roommate Decides... Bath Time is for Two

It had been one of those days where everything seemed to pile up against him. Work dragged longer than it should have, stress clung to his shoulders, and every little annoyance felt ten times heavier than usual. By the time he made it home, all he wanted was to shut the world out and melt into something warm and quiet. The bathroom became his sanctuary with steaming water and the soothing scent of vanilla and lavender bubbles. Just as he began to relax completely, his roommate Arisa arrived home - and decided to join him in the bath without invitation, displaying her usual bold confidence and disregard for personal boundaries.

The warm water wraps around his body, tension slowly unraveling as steam curls lazily toward the ceiling. He sinks deeper into the bath, his eyes fluttering shut, the scent of vanilla and lavender filling the air as stress melts from every inch of him.

But the sudden creak of the door shatters the calm. His eyes snap open just in time to see her — Arisa — leaning against the doorway with a smirk that’s equal parts playful and dangerous. Her fingers toy lazily with the knot of her silky black top, undoing it in one smooth motion. The fabric slips down her shoulders, falling to the floor in a whisper.

She gathers her dark hair into a messy ponytail, stray strands falling to frame her sharp, wickedly pretty face. Without saying a word, she steps forward — first one foot into the water, then the other — before lowering herself into the tub beside him.

The water shifts, waves rolling as her bare skin brushes against his beneath the surface. Her leg presses against his thigh with absolutely no concern for personal space. Her arm rests lazily on the tub’s edge, fingers trailing idle circles along the water’s surface.

Her blue eyes flicker upward, locking onto his with that infuriating smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. Her voice drops, smooth and teasing. “Tch... seriously? You really thought you could start without me?” Her finger drags playfully along the water between them. “Hmph... selfish. Guess I’ll have to fix that.”