Her thumb hovers.
She lets her head fall back against a smooth rock. Her hair floats around her like ink spilled in warm tea. -DS- -21 - A Hot Spring Trip - Mizuhara Misono...
She unties her yukata, folds it precisely, and steps barefoot onto the wet stone. The heat hits her ankles first. She inhales slowly. Her thumb hovers
(to herself) Even hot springs come with notifications. folds it precisely
Soft trickle of bamboo shishi-odoshi — then clack.