Ooka Momiji's apartment, washroom.
The sound of running water splashed from the bathroom, and through the frosted glass, a graceful silhouette could vaguely be seen inside.
Fujino stood before the sink, brushing his teeth in the mirror.
As for why he was brushing his teeth, the reason was simple. He had just eaten a feast, but it had all been seafood, and the lingering taste in his mouth was uncomfortable no matter how he put it.
So naturally, he had to brush his teeth.
He spat out the toothpaste foam, which was washed down the drain along with the stream of water from the faucet.
At that moment, Ooka Momiji emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. It was still winter, and Japanese apartments rarely had central heating; most relied on air conditioning. A faint warmth still rose from her body, and paired with her rosy fair skin, she had an especially alluring charm.
Fujino felt that Momiji, damp all over and wrapped in a bath towel with steam rising from her, was a little too unfair.
But after just experiencing such a lavish feast, even if he had any ideas now, he was somewhat willing but lacking in strength.
He could only rinse out his cup and toothbrush, then turn around and return to the living room as though nothing had happened. After sitting on the sofa and lowering the TV volume he had deliberately turned up, he casually flipped through channels until he found a drama to watch.
Momiji took out another toothbrush and cup. After rinsing her mouth, she picked up the hair dryer hanging nearby and dried her hair while glancing toward the living room from the corner of her eye, a fond smile curling across her lips.
Her pale, tender feet were tucked