They shouldn’t be doing this. Not before they’re married. They should be taking separate baths. But the case has taken them far from the city, up into the snowy lands of Hokkaido, and with the warm steam surrounding them after the long cold journey, Ryuunosuke can’t bring himself to care about the propriety.

He leans back into Susato’s arms in their little private bath filled from hot springs and lets her fingers run through his damp hair as she hums. Despite facing away from her, he can still picture the soft, dreamy smile on her face, mirrored by his own.