Close Quarters (PG-13)

She loved her grandfather, really, she did.

But what was he thinking when he put in only one bathroom?

One bathroom between seven people and the occasional white tiger was enough to drive anyone insane.

Thankfully, after boarding six males for the past six months, Nasuti Yagyu was already there. Insanity need not apply as she swallowed the urge to scream upon hearing somebody jiggle the doorknob, realize that she had forgotten to lock the damned door, and walk inside.

She just let the water run as that same person didn’t bother to ask who was in the shower, pretty obvious with the water running and all, unzip, and let it hang.

Restraint, Nasuti prayed. Please don’t flush.

If they flushed, they were going to see more of her than they originally bargained for.

They flushed.

Naturally, her mind snapped before she started screaming bloody murder at the near-instant cold water.

But refused to leave. She had survived frozen waterfalls, surely she could handle one idiot’s ill-timed flush.

The curse heard on the other side of the curtain was enough to reveal the person’s identity after she heard the satisfying sound of the door slamming shut.

He forgot to wash his hands, she noted as the water gradually returned to warm.

Gods, she missed Saint-Mande something terribly.

Shuu also had to die.