Wilted Bloom

Maya sighed contentedly as Shota gently laid her bare body on the bed, her wings fluttering faintly before settling against the mattress. She started to relax, exhaustion taking hold as she curled into the blankets. Her cheeks were still flushed, and the afterglow left her body pleasantly heavy.

Shota, however, wasn't letting her off that easily. Crossing his arms, he leaned down and fixed her with a firm gaze. "Don't get too comfortable," he said, his voice steady but with a teasing undertone. "You need a shower."

Maya groaned, cracking an eye open to glare at him. "Do I have to?" she mumbled, pulling the blankets tighter around her.

"Yes," Shota replied without missing a beat. "You'll thank me later."

Mumbling something about him being bossy, Maya rolled onto her side, clearly not ready to move. Shota smirked and shook his head before turning to leave the room. Grabbing a pair of sweatpants, he slipped them on as he headed out, his mind already set on getting the shower ready for her.

The moment Shota stepped into the hallway, his focus was on getting the shower ready for Maya. However, two familiar faces peeked around the corner—Nemuri and Hizashi, both smirking like cats who'd caught a canary.

Nemuri, ever the bold one, raised an eyebrow and grinned. "So... was the sex good?" she asked, her tone dripping with mischief.

Hizashi nodded in agreement, crossing his arms as his smirk widened. "Yeah, Sho, you've got us curious now."

Shota froze mid-step, his jaw clenching as he turned to face them. His hair was messy, his chest bare, and beads of sweat still trickled down his toned body, evidence of the intense moments that had just passed. The sight only fueled their teasing.

"How long have you two been here?" he asked, his voice low and sharp, though the faintest trace of annoyance bled through.

Nemuri and Hizashi exchanged a look, pretending to think about it. "Oh, you know," Nemuri said, waving a hand nonchalantly. "For a while now."

Hizashi, ever the performer, couldn't resist. He cupped his hands around his mouth and let out an exaggerated moan. "Shota!" he called, mimicking Maya's voice terribly, though the teasing tone was unmistakable. "Oh, Shota!"

Nemuri doubled over laughing, clutching her sides as Shota's glare deepened into something truly murderous. "Really?" he asked, his tone a dangerous blend of exasperation and warning.

Hizashi straightened, wiping fake tears of laughter from his eyes. "Hey, man, we're just here for moral support," he said, grinning. "And to, you know, congratulate you on... uh, being you."

Nemuri snickered, leaning casually against the wall. "You didn't even hear the best part," she said, elbowing Hizashi. "Maya's wings were glowing. You really brought out her quirk, huh?"

Shota closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as if summoning every ounce of patience he had. "I'm going to pretend this didn't happen," he said flatly, turning away from them. "And I'm going to start that shower."

"Hey, hey!" Nemuri called after him, her voice laced with laughter. "Don't be like that! We're just curious when I get to be Auntie Nemuri. You two sounded like you were already working on it."

Shota paused but didn't turn around, his hands clenching at his sides. "If either of you says another word," he said evenly, his voice low and sharp, "I'll end you."

Nemuri and Hizashi burst out laughing, completely unfazed by his threat, their cackles echoing through the hallway. Shota shook his head, muttering under his breath about his insufferable friends as he strode into the bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he turned on the water, the sound of the shower filling the room. He exhaled a long sigh, letting the steam begin to rise before deciding to check on Maya.