More scrap?
This is scrap from Bath, Bed, and Beyond. Another case where the story wasn't going where I wanted it to.
If she had been thinking she would have realized the fact the bath was already made and steaming shouldn’t have been the case. If she had been paying attention she would had noticed a spiky head of blond hair peaking over the edge of the tub with startled green eyes.
She wasn’t seriously going to finish stripping and jump in was she?
Splash.
“Well fucking manager, can’t say I ever thought such a good two shoes like you was capable of just jumping into a naked man’s bath….” Hiruma smirked and cackled like usual as the horror of the fact that Mamori was not only no longer alone in her house, but not alone in the bathtub. The fact they are both naked isn’t helping anything.
Despite the normalcy of his words and expression, Mamori could not find the normalcy in this situation at all. She let out a yelp then made some particularly strange sounds while her face changed from horror to mortification to shame and then to anger and confusion. Hiruma watched intently mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure what to for once. This would be the first time anyone’s actually seen him butt naked since middle school and definitely the first female besides his mother that has seen him that naked.
“What are you doing in my house!?” Mamori shrieked when she finally found her tongue. She had managed to cover her breasts with her hands in a sad attempt at modesty. The poor girl was completely out of sorts.
Hiruma only winced and gave her a dry look.
“Are you trying to break my fucking ear drum?” Hiruma hissed at her quietly. His ears were ringing unpleasantly now from the noise. Loud shrieks in a bathroom that echoes and sensitive hearing are a bad combination. “I was borrowing your fucking bathtub.”
“How did you get in!?” Mamori demanded, her face still red and her eyes flashing. She forced herself to glare at Hiruma’s face. She didn’t what know how naked he was.
“Fucking shrimp left the keys with me.” Hiruma answered dryly. “I was trying to be all fucking proper for once and return them, but the little brat left me out in the rain so I let myself in to dry off and warm up because getting a fucking chill is not on my list of shit to do today.” It was a half-truth. Enough of it was truth that Mamori now felt ashamed of herself. Unlike her, Hiruma had been very careful not to track water all over the house on his way into the bathtub.
“Oh.” Mamori blushed.
“So how did the fact the made, occupied bath escape you?” Hiruma asked.
“Mom always readies me a bath in this kind of weather,” Mamori explained, “I-I was expecting there to be a made bath when I got here.”
Hiruma had a thoughtful frown. Sounded like the fucking manager’s mother. The girl had clearly been in a hurry to get warm if she was stripping on her way in. And unlike him, she was much wetter and muckier than he had been.
“Turn around.” Hiruma instructed her.
“Wh-what?” Mamori asked, confused.
“I don’t want to watch you wash your fucking titties.” Hiruma explained with an annoyed sigh.
That made Mamori mad, as he predicted.
“And what is wrong about my breasts!?” Mamori snapped, pushing herself forward to poke Hiruma in the chest. He hadn’t predicted her slipping a bit to crash into his chest, boobs first.
Hiruma made a strangled noise. He didn’t like having his personal space invaded so intimately by soft breasts. He pointedly looked away and blushed. Any other man would have killed to be in his place and all he wanted to do was run away and scream. He didn’t want to admit he might have a crush on the fucking manager and he didn’t want to admit that he might be going to get an arousal of some kind if this kept up.
Mamori felt kind of bad when she saw the completely freaked out expression Hiruma was directing at the wall. Rightfully so, he probably didn’t have girls crashing into him quite like this….
“I-I’m sorry.” Mamori apologized. She got off him and turned around. Of course Hiruma would be uncomfortable about this as she was.
Hiruma turned to look at her bare back. It was messy. He saw the sponge. Dirt on back and a sponge, that means he is supposed to wash it isn’t it? Would she like it? Would she know about his crush? He ought to just get out and put a towel on and announce he’s going to find some ‘fucking dry clothes’ but-!
“You’re back’s a fucking mess.” Hiruma commented. What the fuck is with his mouth.
“If it bothers you so much, just wash it!” Mamori snapped. She was still angry and she wanted him to leave so that this awkwardness would go away.
Gasping in surprise, Mamori found Hiruma washing her back. He was, careful but hard. Washing someone else’s back wasn’t something he’d ever done before and he wanted to do it right. He wanted to touch but he restrained himself. He didn’t want her to know about his feelings. He’d wash her back and leave. That was it.
“D-do you want me to wash yours when you’re done?” Mamori asked, embarrassed now. She hadn’t been expecting that from him. If he wasn’t saying anything it was because he was doing it seriously.
“Mn.” Hiruma answered before he could stop himself. He shouldn’t have agreed, she knew. He was 100% sure she would know. Fuck.
And then they switched and Hiruma found her expert hands scrubbing the last of the crap off his back. Afterwards Mamori set an understanding hand on his shoulder. She could see the blush on his ears and understood that maybe, maybe the cold hearted devil had a little place reserved for her.
“My father’s room is just down the hall, there should be a yutaka in there you can wear.” Mamori told him gently and turned away again.
Hiruma only glanced back at her and got out. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore.
“I’ll make some udon when I warm up, if you want some.” Mamori added, still facing away.
“Y-yeah.” Hiruma muttered and left. It would be okay. They both knew they liked the other. It was time to sit down and confront those feelings peacefully.
If she had been thinking she would have realized the fact the bath was already made and steaming shouldn’t have been the case. If she had been paying attention she would had noticed a spiky head of blond hair peaking over the edge of the tub with startled green eyes.
She wasn’t seriously going to finish stripping and jump in was she?
Splash.
“Well fucking manager, can’t say I ever thought such a good two shoes like you was capable of just jumping into a naked man’s bath….” Hiruma smirked and cackled like usual as the horror of the fact that Mamori was not only no longer alone in her house, but not alone in the bathtub. The fact they are both naked isn’t helping anything.
Despite the normalcy of his words and expression, Mamori could not find the normalcy in this situation at all. She let out a yelp then made some particularly strange sounds while her face changed from horror to mortification to shame and then to anger and confusion. Hiruma watched intently mostly because he wasn’t entirely sure what to for once. This would be the first time anyone’s actually seen him butt naked since middle school and definitely the first female besides his mother that has seen him that naked.
“What are you doing in my house!?” Mamori shrieked when she finally found her tongue. She had managed to cover her breasts with her hands in a sad attempt at modesty. The poor girl was completely out of sorts.
Hiruma only winced and gave her a dry look.
“Are you trying to break my fucking ear drum?” Hiruma hissed at her quietly. His ears were ringing unpleasantly now from the noise. Loud shrieks in a bathroom that echoes and sensitive hearing are a bad combination. “I was borrowing your fucking bathtub.”
“How did you get in!?” Mamori demanded, her face still red and her eyes flashing. She forced herself to glare at Hiruma’s face. She didn’t what know how naked he was.
“Fucking shrimp left the keys with me.” Hiruma answered dryly. “I was trying to be all fucking proper for once and return them, but the little brat left me out in the rain so I let myself in to dry off and warm up because getting a fucking chill is not on my list of shit to do today.” It was a half-truth. Enough of it was truth that Mamori now felt ashamed of herself. Unlike her, Hiruma had been very careful not to track water all over the house on his way into the bathtub.
“Oh.” Mamori blushed.
“So how did the fact the made, occupied bath escape you?” Hiruma asked.
“Mom always readies me a bath in this kind of weather,” Mamori explained, “I-I was expecting there to be a made bath when I got here.”
Hiruma had a thoughtful frown. Sounded like the fucking manager’s mother. The girl had clearly been in a hurry to get warm if she was stripping on her way in. And unlike him, she was much wetter and muckier than he had been.
“Turn around.” Hiruma instructed her.
“Wh-what?” Mamori asked, confused.
“I don’t want to watch you wash your fucking titties.” Hiruma explained with an annoyed sigh.
That made Mamori mad, as he predicted.
“And what is wrong about my breasts!?” Mamori snapped, pushing herself forward to poke Hiruma in the chest. He hadn’t predicted her slipping a bit to crash into his chest, boobs first.
Hiruma made a strangled noise. He didn’t like having his personal space invaded so intimately by soft breasts. He pointedly looked away and blushed. Any other man would have killed to be in his place and all he wanted to do was run away and scream. He didn’t want to admit he might have a crush on the fucking manager and he didn’t want to admit that he might be going to get an arousal of some kind if this kept up.
Mamori felt kind of bad when she saw the completely freaked out expression Hiruma was directing at the wall. Rightfully so, he probably didn’t have girls crashing into him quite like this….
“I-I’m sorry.” Mamori apologized. She got off him and turned around. Of course Hiruma would be uncomfortable about this as she was.
Hiruma turned to look at her bare back. It was messy. He saw the sponge. Dirt on back and a sponge, that means he is supposed to wash it isn’t it? Would she like it? Would she know about his crush? He ought to just get out and put a towel on and announce he’s going to find some ‘fucking dry clothes’ but-!
“You’re back’s a fucking mess.” Hiruma commented. What the fuck is with his mouth.
“If it bothers you so much, just wash it!” Mamori snapped. She was still angry and she wanted him to leave so that this awkwardness would go away.
Gasping in surprise, Mamori found Hiruma washing her back. He was, careful but hard. Washing someone else’s back wasn’t something he’d ever done before and he wanted to do it right. He wanted to touch but he restrained himself. He didn’t want her to know about his feelings. He’d wash her back and leave. That was it.
“D-do you want me to wash yours when you’re done?” Mamori asked, embarrassed now. She hadn’t been expecting that from him. If he wasn’t saying anything it was because he was doing it seriously.
“Mn.” Hiruma answered before he could stop himself. He shouldn’t have agreed, she knew. He was 100% sure she would know. Fuck.
And then they switched and Hiruma found her expert hands scrubbing the last of the crap off his back. Afterwards Mamori set an understanding hand on his shoulder. She could see the blush on his ears and understood that maybe, maybe the cold hearted devil had a little place reserved for her.
“My father’s room is just down the hall, there should be a yutaka in there you can wear.” Mamori told him gently and turned away again.
Hiruma only glanced back at her and got out. He wasn’t sure what to think anymore.
“I’ll make some udon when I warm up, if you want some.” Mamori added, still facing away.
“Y-yeah.” Hiruma muttered and left. It would be okay. They both knew they liked the other. It was time to sit down and confront those feelings peacefully.