The hair swirls with the motion, the strands as fine as silk threads glittering in the light. Koumyou's braid has come about half undone, and for every strand that's on the surface, there's a dozen more in the water below.

...Now tangling around Dev's hand, brushing against his side. A thigh. The more of it comes un-braided, the longer it gets.

"I've gotten cold really easily ever since Taisouji!" Koumyou, meanwhile, will never, ever miss an opportunity to complain about the cold, even while almost up to his bottom lip in hot water.