Beginning note: I don't own Spirited Away, I'm not making any money off it, and this is all for the funzys.
Ablution - A ceremonial act of washing parts of the body or sacred containers
Tension
There was a tension in his shoulders and disbelief in his narrow eyes at her words, so she continued on with her explanation, fingers moving to play with a silky lock of his hair that had fallen forward to curtain them. "We've been given a gift. If you can prove you can protect it, that is, the Ocean has seen fit to carve out an entrance to a subterranean lake. You can come home."
Kohaku lurched back in shock, looking down at her questioningly before a faint blush took up residence on his cheeks, and he spun around to face the wall, searching for something.
Once spotting it, he walked forward with quicksteps, grabbing a large fluffy towel and yukata from their place folded neatly on the bench. "I cannot speak with you while you are naked, Chihiro. Come, let us get you dry and find someplace more suited for a conversation of this importance."
She nodded slightly, stepping out of the bath and into his arms where he was holding the towel to dry her, before then letting him slip the yukata over her shoulders. It was kind of cute really; how he insisted upon the task of dressing her but refused to look at her more than out of the corner of his eye.
Once clothed enough to suit his delicate sensibilities, she moved quickly to wrap arms around him, surprising him with the force of her hug.
"I missed you so much." She mumbled into his neck, and his arms came forward to crush her to him.
"Come," he whispered, lips finding the curve of her shoulder though the silk and placing a chaste kiss upon it. "The walls have ears here."
Note: -insert incoherent grumbling here- I feel like warmed over death. Possibly nuked in a microwave Hot-Pocket style. Either way, I'm off to ignore life and pass out in the recliner until my uncle shows and I have to be productive.