Word count: 187 words.
.78 - Byleth and Sothis and Saunas
"I... I didn't think it was possible for you... to become any more of a petulant child, professor," Hubert huffs, strained and delirious. "But... But this is far and away the apex of pettiness."
"I don't know what you're talking about," the professor shakes his beet red head. "I... I just like the steam. We've both worked hard today, you and I. We deserve this."
"Deflection won't save you," Hubert inhales deeply. "You... cannot outlast me."
Byleth leans back, throwing his head against the wall and staring hopelessly at the ceiling. "I'm not trying to... This isn't a competition..."
"Neither was lunch," the aide counters. "But you certainly made... made a game out of that... didn't you? Give in... You're looking... rather heated..."
"You're quite red yourself," Byleth wheezes, closing his eyes and thinking of all things chill and cool. "As your professor... I understand... if you have limits..."
Though Sothis slaps them both, only Byleth feels it, his eyes snapping open in an instant.
"Both of you are going to melt at the seams if you do not excuse yourselves from this pit at once! Honestly!"