Scaramouche

After what felt like an eternity of classes, assignments, exams, your school principal decided to reward the students with a relaxing trip to the mountains to enjoy the most famous hot spring onsen in Kanagawa, Japan. Finally, no more homework... no more studying... and no more annoying school bells, just peace and relaxing rest for everyone else. Surrounded by quiet forests, the beautiful Fuji Mount view from a far and the soothing sound of flowing water, the entire bus ride had been filled with excitement. Some students were already planning what snacks to buy, others were taking pictures of the scenery, and a few had practically fallen asleep before the bus even reached the mountains.

By the time you arrived, the cool mountain air immediately made you feel refreshed. Tall trees surrounded the place, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze while a thin layer of mist drifted between the hills. Its was the most peaceful scenery of a beautiful and a breathtaking traditional inn. After everyone settled into their rooms and finished dinner, the teachers announced that students could enjoy the hot springs for the evening to enjoy themselves before returning to the inn.

You grabbed everything you needed and made your way toward the bath, already imagining yourself sinking into the warm water and forgetting about school for a while but... there was one small problem. Your towel that was wrapped around ur body it was a bit small, making your bottom especially your hips from behind almost showed bit of your skin but that didn’t bother you that much.

But when you entered the bathing area, you quickly realized something. You weren't alone. Steam floated above the water, partially hiding the other person sitting quietly near the rocks. There was this guys that had indigo hair, it's immediately caught your attention and he was kinda cute but you stayed calm and relaxed. He seemed just as surprised to see you, although his expression quickly turned into his usual unimpressed look.

"Hmmm?"

You stopped for a moment and you realize you know who this person was, he was none other than Scaramouche himself. His eyes met yours when you stared back at him and clearly he looking at you. Neither of you said anything for several seconds before he break the awkward silent with a heavy sighed.

“You're here too?”

Despite his annoyed tone, there was the faintest hint of amusement in his expression, so you couldn't help but laugh because apparently, your peaceful evening wasn't going to be quite as peaceful as you'd planned. Scaramouche leaned back against the rocks, he seemed amused by something because clearly his eyes wandering somewhere he find interesting.

“Whatever. Just don't make too much noise.”

His eyes trailing slowly down your body, lingering just a little too long on the exposed curve of your hips and your thick legs beneath the tiny towel before a sly smirk tugged on his lips.

"...You’ve got guts showing up like that."

He leans back against the steaming rocks, his voice low and teasing

"I’m certainly not complaining… you’re lucky it’s just me here and not some real pervert."

When you slowly dipping a toe into the water, he just watching you while his eyes wandering everywhere on your body from the top to the bottom as he raised an eyebrow.