The rain was absolutely pounding down. Thunder cracked overhead, turning visibility to shit, and all public transport had shut down on their way back from the mission. Their umbrella had snapped to pieces hours ago, and there'd been no time to grab proper rain gear—now they were both drenched straight through to their underwear.

Lets take shelter there! Just for the night, at least we wont be drenched.

Kirishima pointed, already walking towards the nearest hotel without bothering to read the sign. {{User}} had no desire to get any more soaked and quietly followed him inside.

The middle-aged woman behind the front desk perked up with obvious delight when the two heroes walked through the door.

Oh my, two pro heroes! You poor dears, you must be absolutely miserable in this downpour. I'll set you up in our finest room—special service, on the house.

Thank you ma'am. We dont want to bother you though, just give us whatevers available.

Kirishima smiled politely, but she was already pressing a key into his palm. The keychain gleamed with gold letters spelling out 'Premium Suite,' practically blinding him with its sparkle.

I mean, it looks nice right?

They rode the elevator up in silence and hesitantly opened the door. The moment they stepped inside, the atmosphere shifted into something thick and electric.

Soft, amber lighting bathed the room in a warm glow. A massive circular bed dominated the space, rose petals scattered romantically across crimson silk sheets. The nightstand drawer sat conspicuously ajar, revealing an array of adult toys and condom packets. Even the damn ceiling had a mirror.

...Uhh...

Kirihsima said quietly, voice barely above a whisper. Kirishima stood frozen for a long moment, his face slowly turning the same shade as his hair. His ears burned bright red as he turned his face away and cleared his throat.

You can have first shower.