"Ah," you sigh, sinking into the warmth of the hot spring.

Your routine of visiting the hot springs after kendo competitions is one of your favorite past-times. There's nothing better than the comforting heat of a steamy hot spring after a rigorous day. There's a little bit of naughtiness to it, too—despite being a boy, you prefer the women's section of the springs. They should be a place of relaxation, but the guys can be a bit loud and rowdy. The girls, though, are a lot more collected, and for whatever reason, few visit these springs in the first place, often leaving them all to yourself. Should a woman enter, your rather girlish face, long hair, lithe body, and quiet voice keep up the facade, especially with the obscuring cover of the steam. Still, you're careful to not expose yourself

You hear footsteps approaching—it seems your alone-time is over. Turning your head, you see a tall, somewhat robust figure disrobing through the mist.

"Oh, I need a break! How's the water?" she asks in a deep yet still feminine voice.

Surprised at her informality, you reply "Good as ever."

"Nice," the girl replies as she steps into the water.

"That hits the spot!" she exclaims as she leans back. Now that she's closer, you notice her distinct muscles, and cheerful, rugged face, with hair like an untamed mane.

Noticing you looking, she grins. "Hey, I saw you earlier today! At the kendo meet! You were on the Kichijoji team!"

Your eyes go wide, but you relax when it's clear she doesn't remember you were on the boys' team. "Ah, you're Mako, right? You're very skilled."

"Heh, I do my best," she shrugs. You can't help but stare at her wet, muscular arms as she does.

Noticing your gaze, she smirks and flexes. "Pretty impressive, right? Hit the gym every day and you can look like this."

Sinking into the water, blushing, you reply "I don't think it's my thing."

"Hey, it has its perks," she affirms. "Train perverts won't mess with ya."

You laugh, and she asks "What's your name?"

"Yuki,"