Minoru didn’t have time to feel the emotions associated with the first three things before laughing at the last part. “Nah. Isamu snores, though! But only during allergy season.”

Brothers being brothers, they’d argued before over whether that counted.

As the water slowly cooled, the scent began to fade. But it still retained that milky green appearance. Soon, it was cool enough for Minoru to suggest they give Chichi’s favorite shampoo and conditioner a try. Truth be told, though, everything she swore by couldn’t possibly compare to a scalp massage from those long and dexterous Anthean fingers and the empathic touches that came with them.