Amamiya Natsuki said with a straight face:
"You keep washing. I'll watch from the side, and the second that mosquito shows up, I'll swat it dead."
Secretary Chika couldn't help complaining:
"Having a boy watch you while you bathe is so weird!"
"Don't worry." Amamiya Natsuki gazed at Secretary Chika's snow-white back and said solemnly, "I only have eyes for the mosquito."
"Pfft~"
Fujiwara Chika gave a soft scoff, not believing a word of it.
But... they still hadn't caught the mosquito. If she sent the president out, they'd waste time, and the mosquito might hide again.
After hesitating for two seconds, Fujiwara Chika picked up the shower head and continued washing her hair, responding through silent action.
Before long, Amamiya Natsuki raised a hand and asked:
"It's so hot in the bathroom that my clothes are soaked. Can I take them off?"
Fujiwara Chika faced the wall and kept washing her hair, the tips of her ears turning faintly red, though she answered casually, "Take them off if you want, President, but don't do anything weird."
The bathroom really was hot, and wearing wet clothes was super uncomfortable. It didn't matter if the president took his off. After all... she'd seen him before.
"Sure, sure..."
Amamiya Natsuki took off his shirt and put it in the basket.
They'd been quiet for only a little while when Amamiya Natsuki raised his hand again.
"I'm still sweating a lot. I want to rinse off."
Fujiwara Chika: "...Don't push your luck, President!"
Saying he wanted to rinse off was obviously just an excuse to bathe together!
"No." Fujiwara Chika puffed out her cheeks. "Wait until I'm done, then we'll see."
"What?" Amamiya Natsuki cupped his right hand behind his ear. "Did you say I could?"
"I did not say you could!"
Amamiya