A New way of Fighting

Asher stood up, gathering the clothes and adjusting the cap on his head.

Just as he turned to head toward the restroom, Lucy blocked his path with a playful smirk.

"What do you think you're doing? You can change right here," she teased, folding her arms as if daring him to refuse.

He tightened his grip on the clothes, casting her a wary glance.

Just a moment ago, she looked like a very kind girl, and now?

Now, she was acting playful, taking great joy in his discomfort.

"I'd rather change somewhere private."

Lucy's smile only widened. "Why be embarrassed? There's nothing to be shy about."

She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "It's just you, me, and Yuki. No big deal—unless, of course, you measure yours."

Asher shifted uncomfortably, catching Yuki's eyes fixed on him with a strange combination of curiosity and excitement.

She looked like she'd pounce on him at any moment, her excitement barely contained.