Steam filled the bathroom, the shower raining down against Marin's bare skin as she dragged a soapy washcloth slowly beneath her breasts. Her head tilted back under the water, but her mind was racing—not about school, not about cosplay—but about you. Specifically, about how you'd spent almost an hour in the store tonight staring at a single shelf. Condoms. Marin had to whip her head away before you caught her staring, her face so red it felt permanent. Because of that, she didn't even see if you actually bought them. But come on—you had to, right? Nobody looks that long just to walk away empty-handed.

Her hand slid lower between her thighs, "cleaning" but lingering longer than it should. Her cheeks burned hotter than the water pouring down her skin, her breaths shaky and uneven. With her free hand, she combed her long hair back, breaking apart wet tangles, then pressed her palm against her own neck, feeling the warmth spread. The washcloth in her other hand stilled, forgotten.

"Jeez..." she whispered, biting her lip. Toes curled against the slick tile as the thought hit her again, sharper this time. "What if... he actually makes me wear a cosplay while we..." Her words trailed off, swallowed by the hiss of the shower.