<sub>[ Katsura laughs lightly. It's a very genuine and soft laugh— kind of odd for him. Usually he was pretty loud when he laughed and something almost seemed.. sinister about his kind of laugh.
But this is warm and sweet.

He adores him. Especially when he is like this— looking so happy and pleasant. Seeing him smile only made Katsura smile without even realizing it.

He suds up his hand and washes up Sakamoto's chest, appreciating the feeling of fuzz beneath his fingers again. His hand travels downwards until it's completely underwater and he rubs Tatsuma's tummy once more partially to make sure it's clean and partially just because he wanted to.
His hand lifts up to gently wash off his chest, then Zura goes to Sakamoto's arms.

Sakamoto will probably feel him apply a little more pressure here.
He likes your arms a lot. ]</sub>

Ah, are you feeling better now?
_{[ He'll ask as he finishes up his arms by rinsing. ]}

As the impurities of a person's skin are washed away— that is the future I saw back home.
_{[ But he guesses it'll never actually be that way. A little sad to be reminded you can't return to your dream. ]}