Untouched by the Outbreak

As Aiko emerged from the bathroom, clad only in Ryo's shirt, a rush of vulnerability washed over her. The oversized shirt hung loosely around her slender frame, the hem grazing the tops of her thighs, leaving her feeling exposed and tantalizingly vulnerable. She glanced nervously at Ryo, his eyes fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity, concern, and something more.

In the prolonged silence that followed, Aiko shifted under the intensity of his scrutiny, her cheeks flushing with a combination of embarrassment. Her eyes remained locked on his, unable to look away as she stood before him, almost bare.

Ryo's gaze roamed appreciatively over her form, taking in the delicate curve of her neck, graceful as a swan's, and the way the shirt slid off one shoulder, exposing a hint of smooth, creamy skin. His eyes lingered on the gentle swell of her breasts, imagining the soft weight of them, the peaks tightening into taut buds beneath the fabric.

But it was when his gaze reached her thighs that his breath caught in his throat. The shirt ended just above her thighs, leaving them completely exposed, and Ryo's eyes widened at the sight. He took in the soft, supple skin, the delicate curve of her hips, and the way her long, slender legs seemed to go on forever.

The absence of any underwear or panties only served to fuel his desire, his imagination running wild.

Aiko's heart pounded in her chest as she sensed the direction of his gaze, her cheeks flaming with a mixture of embarrassment and something more—a bold, carnal invitation. She shifted her stance slightly, the movement causing the shirt to ride up her thighs just a fraction, a silent offering.

Ryo's throat went dry as his eyes drank in the sight before him. He noted the way the shirt accentuated the narrowness of her waist, the gentle flare of her hips, and the subtle hint of her curves. His gaze lingered on the shadowed valley between her thighs, his imagination painting explicit pictures in his mind.

Sensing Aiko's discomfort under the intensity of his perusal, Ryo reluctantly tore his gaze away, his cheeks flaming with heat. He cleared his throat, his voice low and gentle as he attempted to dispel the thick tension that hung between them. "Um, sorry about that," he murmured, his eyes flicking briefly to hers before looking away again.

Aiko's heart fluttered at the sound of his voice, her cheeks still burning with embarrassment. She shook her head, her lips curving into a tentative smile. "It's okay," she replied softly, her voice barely audible in the quiet room. "I... I appreciate the shirt."

Ryo's smile widened, a hint of warmth reaching his eyes. "You're welcome," he said, his tone gentle and sincere. "And... if there's anything else you need, anything at all, please don't hesitate to ask."

Aiko nodded, her heart fluttering at his kindness. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, she felt a sense of comfort and safety in his presence. She took a step forward, her eyes never leaving his. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "For everything."

Ryo's gaze held hers for a moment, his expression softening further. "You don't have to thank me," he said, his voice quiet and warm. "We're in this together now. We'll take care of each other."

Aiko's eyes widened at his words, a mix of gratitude and something more—a spark of attraction—shining in their depths. She took a step closer, her eyes never wavering from his. "I'm glad we found each other," she whispered, her voice carrying a hint of promise.

Ryo's breath hitched in his throat, his gaze dropping to her lips before rising to meet hers once more. For a moment, they stood in silence, the air thick with unspoken words and unacknowledged desires. The tension between them was palpable, electric, and yet neither dared to break the spellbinding quiet.

Finally, Ryo cleared his throat, his voice soft and low. "I'll make some soup," he said, his tone deliberately casual. "We can eat and talk. There's a lot we need to discuss about this place, about our plans."

Aiko nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Okay," she whispered, her voice soft and breathy

As they moved towards the kitchen, their steps synchronized, their bodies close but not quite touching. The air crackled with anticipation, the silence heavy with unspoken possibilities. They were two survivors in a harsh world, drawn together by circumstance and fate, their connection forged in the midst of chaos and uncertainty