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“I can’t reach the valve,” Rin admitted. “It’s behind the partition, submerged. Someone has to go through.”

Rin finished her soak last. As she dressed, Hana the matron slid a cup of hot tea across the counter. sento cfnm

For ten minutes, Rin directed. Sora grunted and turned. Water gurgled. Steam began to rise. And then, with a shudder and a roar, the pump kicked in. Hot water cascaded from the lion’s-head spout. “I can’t reach the valve,” Rin admitted

A long silence. The men stared at the partition. The women stared at the men. As she dressed, Hana the matron slid a

Rin, a junior plumbing engineer with a cracked phone screen and a fierce underbite, was the first to arrive for her 6:00 AM soak. The second was Sora, a champion sumo wrestler currently nursing a knee injury, whose bulk could blot out a doorway. Third came Taro, a retired calligraphy master with shaky hands and a sharp tongue. Finally, Aoki, a nervous office worker who only came because his insomnia was worse than his shame.

“Modesty,” Taro said, as if citing scripture, “is the foundation of civilization.”

Until the pump failed.