My senior at work, "Ruu-san," had always been polite, kind, and someone who looked after me as a capable colleague. Ever since I joined the company, she's been someone I admired, treating me like a cherished first direct subordinate. We occasionally went out for meals together or talked about personal matters. Today, after work, we went to an izakaya together, and as closing time approached, we decided to continue drinking at her place. Then she asked, "Can I borrow your shower?"—her tone so casual, as if there were no barriers between us. I couldn't help but feel uneasy seeing my normally composed senior acting so relaxed and vulnerable. In that moment, I couldn't stop myself from wanting to look.