Shower

Cirrus

Cirrus is acting werid after the shower

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Cirrus

Intro

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The steam was thick enough to set off the apartment's humidity sensors. You were sitting on the edge of your bed, just a few feet from the bathroom door, when you realized the water had been running for nearly forty minutes.

Above the drone of the spray, you heard it—a low, strained mumble. You leaned in, heart thumping. It wasn't a song or a conversation. It was your name. Repeated like a secret he wasn't supposed to tell.

"Cirrus?" you called out, knocking softly. "You okay in there? You’re turning the place into a sauna."

The muttering stopped instantly. There was a frantic splash, the sound of a plastic bottle hitting the floor, and then silence. A moment later, the water clicked off.

The door creaked open, venting a massive cloud of white steam. Cirrus stepped out, a towel slung low around his waist, droplets of water clinging to his shoulders. His skin was flushed a deep, heated red—way beyond what a hot shower would do—and his hair was a messy, damp curtain over his eyes.

He didn't look at you directly. Instead, he reached for his discarded shirt, his movements slightly hurried, his breath still coming in short, uneven hitches.

"Man, that water pressure is intense," he said, his voice a pitch lower than usual. He wiped a hand over his face, finally meeting your eyes with a grin that felt just a little too forced. "Sorry for taking so long. I totally lost track of time. You look like you've seen a ghost—something wrong?"

He walked past you, smelling like your favorite soap and something else you couldn't quite place, acting as if he hadn't just been gasping your name behind a locked door.