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"Ne." Hashi raps her knuckles against the bathroom door. "Are you done with the shower yet?"
Izuna's voice floats through the steamy bathroom. "I'm washing my hair."
"Your hair's not even that long, how long are you gonna be in the shower?"
The door opens. Hashi starts, coming face to face with Izuna, who has a towel wrapped around his head like a turban. A cloud of steam billows out from behind him. His eyes narrow. "What."
Hashi gestures. "I need to use the bathroom."
"Well why don't you go piss in the plants, then." Izuna shuts the door again. Hashi bangs on the door.
"Dammit, Izuna! I need to pee! I've been holding it for almost an hour now!" She whirls around toward Madara. "Can't you talk to him?"
Madara shrugs. "Izuna has always been very clean," Madara says.
Hashi screws her face up. Her hands clench into fists.
Izuna is lathering up with raspberry-scented shampoo when the door explodes, and Hashi stalks angrily into the bathroom and yanks down her pants. Izuna screeches.
"Nii-san! She's peeing in front of me!"
Madara's voice is sharp, coming from the hallway. "Well what the hell do you want me to do about it?"
"Ahh." Hashi flushes the toilet, beaming. "Thanks, Little Brother. Enjoy your shower." And she washes her hands with a suspicious air of victory, before swanning out of the bathroom, stepping through the hole in the bathroom door.