A silence fell between us, heavy like a lowered curtain.0

I swallowed hard as I looked at Yurina. “Uh, w-what did you say?”0

“I-I said I’m done washing.”0

I stood up to head toward the shower. “T-then I should also…” 0

However, Yurina grabbed my arm. Avoiding my gaze, she turned her head away, lips jutting out in a small pout. “D-Dale, you don’t need to wash up. Y-you didn’t even fight much.”0

“No, still.”0

“I-I said it’s fine! When you were next to me earlier, you didn’t smell at all!” She pulled my hand closer and sniffed it. “Hehe. Smells nice.”2

“Obviously, it smells.”0

“I-it smells nice, so it’s fine!”0

Her grip tightened as if she refused to let me go to the shower. I let out a short sigh and sat back down. Yurina sat right beside me and quietly leaned toward my shoulder. Her damp hair brushed against me, and a faint shampoo scent tickled my nose.0

Clutching the towel wrapped around her like a cloak, Yurina spoke...0