Sinb loves Yuju. She really, truly does.

Loving her is as easy as breathing. She’s never felt this way about anyone; this warm, gentle, soft kind of love that spreads through her whole body, fills her whole world with light and happiness.

So, yeah. She loves Yuju completely and wholeheartedly.

She just really loves hot showers too.

When her third knock on the bathroom door goes unanswered, she sighs and steps inside. It’s hot and filled with steam, and smells like coconut, the same warm scent as Yuju’s shampoo.

“If you use up all the hot water again, I swear to god! You’re on the couch for a month!”

She can hear Yuju’s laugh over the sound of running water. “You’d never put me on the couch.”

Sinb huffs. “The metaphorical couch, then.”

The shower curtain pulls back slightly and Yuju sticks her head around it with a grin, a damp lock of hair falling across her face.

“Maybe you should join me, then. We can use up the hot water together.”

And. Well. There’s nothing Sinb can say to that. Smiling, she steps into the shower behind her, and lets the hot water pour over them as she leans up slightly to kiss her.