In separate showers, they faced the water alone.
Nagi, under the cold stream, scrubbing away the night's weight, his hands trembling faintly.
Peach, bathed in warm mist, smiling softly to himself, a hidden warmth lingering under his skin.
Different water, same heartbeat. Still thinking of each other.
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