I came here for peace.
The plan was simple—soak, unwind, and let the hot springs melt away the week.
But she… had other plans.
One step into the mist and there she is—Yotsuba—towel barely clinging, smile playful enough to start wars.
“Relax,” she says.
But how?
When every glance feels like an invitation you’re too curious to refuse.
Some trouble is worth finding.
And tonight, I think I found mine.
Miya Najou
2025-08-09 12:27:00 +0000 UTCPatrick Tompkins
2025-08-09 12:26:14 +0000 UTC