Akira slipped into the bathing chambers, clothes bundled under her arm. She made sure to check that the bathtub was really empty, without anything or anyone lurking beneath the scented waters.
Satisfied, she turned and began to strip down, wriggling out of her blazer and peeling off her stockings.
Her content turned to horror as she heard the distinct splash of water. Not turning around, she gritted her teeth and ground out, clutching her shed articles of clothing. "Shu. Get out."
She could hear the smirk in his voice. "I was here first." He yanked her into the tub. "I'm still dressed!" Akira shrieked. "And so are you!" She gestured angrily at him. Shu's lips curved. "Okay. I'll undress you, then." Akira's eyes widened as she realised her mistake. Too late. In a single movement, he had popped all the buttons on her blouse. Akira shrunk inward. Shu's royal blue eyes grew heated. "Why so shy? Did you dress up for me today?" He leaned forward to inspect Akira's undergarments, to which she spotted away from, face hot and a hand pressed to her chest. "You wish. Stop staring."
Shu's smug smile grew wider. "Don't be shy. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
"Then if you've seen it before, you don't need to see it again, right?" Akira shoved at his chest, rolling her eyes. "Seriously, you and Yuma are so alike. Can't I have a bath in peace for once?"
Shu's expression grew serious. "Does he already know?" Akira shrugged off her ruined blouse. "His memory is slowly returning, but I don't think we should rush it." She grinned. "Really, you two were so cute then." Her brother grunted. "We've talked too much. I'm tired. Let me..." he reached for her neck.
Akira stopped him. "Nope. If you wash my hair for me, you can take as much as you like later." Shu groaned. "Maah. What a pain. I'll make sure it hurts later, you filthy girl." He turned her around and began running his fingers through her hair. Akira only smiled. He knew she enjoyed the pain.
