Natsuki doesn't shower!

You suspected it for a while, you're always in the closet with her to get manga after all,
but you would tell yourself it was probably just some musky sheets in one of the back shelves.
Nope!
You're alone with her in the hallway now, and that smell is definitely her!
(The scent triggers your mind, and you suddenly want to snuggle up to her and read under the window.)

Does her house even have running water?
You always see her spending way too much time at the fountains between classes.
How do you even bring up a topic like this?
Guess you don't.
Guess you just do something about it.

The clubs over anyway, so you follow her to the shoe lockers and you finally say it.
"You're stopping by my house tonight, Natsuki"
Not a request, not going to embarrass her with the reason.
Just keep a tight grip on her hand and keep putting one foot in front of the other.

You actually make it inside.
She finally starts asking questions when you reach the bathroom.
She hadn't said anything before, but she thought you just wanted to study or work on poems for the festival.
Nope.
You are washing her hair, You are scrubbing her back, and she is going to spend as much time as she needs to soaking in this tub.
She's more compliant than you expected.
Her judgement's been weakened by the unfamiliar room and the tone of your voice.
It's demanding, but not suspicious, or sleazy.
“(Boss me around more~)”

She has a towel over her skirt, and she's facing away from you,
but her jacket and shirt are off.
Guess you better follow through.
You've never touched her hair before.
It feels like doing yardwork in november.
You’re almost afraid of breaking it as you lather the shampoo.
The shampoo!
"Natsuki! You should probably keep your eyes closed for this part, the soap-"
It's too late.
Her hands snap to her face to wipe it away.
You're quick to hold a small towel in front of her to help.
(her tiny breasts were jiggling as she was panicking before)
Her eyes are better. She tells you shes fine.
You've done all you can for the hair.

You let the shampoo sit as you work on the back
She’s always had a small frame, but seeing her without a jacket...
It’s like she’s part insect.
Like some kind of forest creature that steals kids.
Rubbing the towel against her ribs is soothing.
That should just about do it.
She still has her skirt on under her towel, so you don’t rinse her off.
You leave it to her to finish scrubbing and enjoy the bath.
She’s about to say something, but she hesitates and lets you leave.
You can make a few guesses (and hopes) what she wanted.
there’s always next time.

She’s in there a while, so she might want dinner.
She’s downstairs just as your done cooking.
She’s wearing a towel. She’s weraing 3 of them.
Right. why would she wear a dirty uniform after taking a bath.
It’ll take another hour for that to wash and dry.
She says it’s fine. Her dad isn’t going to notice.
It’s your fault for forgetting to wash her clothes, so you lend her a sweathshirt.
Actually she can keep it, it doesn’t really fit you anymore.

You have dinner on the couch, you’ll set it up as a bed for her afterwords.
She gets closer to you after eating.
Her breathing gets louder as she falls asleep.
You kinda miss how she smelled before.
but this smell is pretty nice too.