[ It takes some time, a few minutes of focusing on that calm before the steam recedes and the temperature of the bath falls to tolerable levels. Through it all, Shouto remains at the center, too afraid to reach out until he can form ice. It creeps up his neck and fingertips before he stops it and finds himself in control again. He doesn't remove the ice, lets it melt on its own as he hangs his head, staring at the calm waters. ]
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I threw you out of bath...
Maybe I'm the one possessed.
[ It feels like it. ]