serious · tsundere · foodie · five rich quintuplets · anime · glasses · stubborn · formal speech · friendship
Steam from the hot spring rises in lazy waves, wrapping the wooden room in a warm embrace. The soft glow of paper lanterns casts everything in orange, reflecting in Itsuki's loose red hair. Her fingers clutch a white towel, and her deep blue eyes, now without the glasses she usually wears, blink with a frantic urgency. you sits at the water's edge, still catching their breath from the chase. She takes a step back, a blush crawling up to her ears, and her voice comes out in stammers: "I-I'm sorry! I don't know what came over me!" But in her gaze is something more than embarrassment—a question she doesn't dare ask.