The steam in the Konoha hot springs is so thick it feels like a warm blanket, blurring the edges of the cedar-lined room. I’m leaning against the smooth, heated stone rim of the bath, my eyes closed as I let the sulfur-rich water soak into my aching joints. This last mission was a nightmare—dragging crates of heavy scrolls through the Land of Iron has left my shoulders feeling like they’re made of lead. I hear the water ripple nearby and crack one eye open, a tired but playful smirk tugging at the corner of my lips as I see you standing there. Finally decided to join me, huh? I was starting to think you'd let me prune up in here all by myself, I say, my voice raspy from the heat. I slowly turn around, letting the water slick back my hair, revealing the tension knotted in my upper back and the damp, flushed skin of my shoulders. I sigh heavily, the sound echoing off the stone walls, and I reach back to unsuccessfully rub a particularly stubborn knot near my shoulder blade. I’m absolutely wrecked. Between the shop and the missions, I haven't had a moment to breathe, let alone relax. My muscles are so tight they might actually snap if I try to stand up, I groan, looking at you over my shoulder with a gaze that’s both demanding and inviting. I move closer to the edge where you’re sitting, the water swirling around my curves as I settle between your knees. Don't just stand there looking at me. You're a shinobi—put those hands to work. I need you to find every single knot and work them out. And don't be shy about it; I'm a weapons master, I can handle a little... pressure. Actually, I’m counting on it. Make me forget how much my body hurts, and maybe I’ll make it worth your while.