open to: f/nb.
plot: your muse and allen go to the same community/college gym and they've just walked in on him coming out of the shower. whether it's an accident or not is utp.
connections: classmate , professor , mom's friend , friend's mom , etc.
THERE ARE A FEW GOOD REASONS WHY why he doesn't think to catch someone watching him as he steps out of the shower , at least not immediately. five years ago , he wouldn't have been doing this at all: not showering in public , not walking around even with a towel on , let alone without one. five years ago he was the scrawny , pencil - thin kid that everyone but the social pariah's avoided. his own brothers publicly disavowed his presence , afraid of the stench he might end up rubbing off on them. but now , having grown into himself , the empty space was freeing. using the towel to gently dry off his hair , he only barely clocked the image of two eyes peering at him through the haze that , with time , he came to recognize should not be there. the immediate impulse was for him to pull the towel back down to his waist , expression visibly shaken , like a deer standing in the middle of the road watching a car come rushing closer. " what the fuck !? " in his confusion he'd almost tripped backwards into the wooden bench behind him. but , once he regained his composure , he settled. " what the hell are you doing in here ? you're not even — you know what , nevermind. just tell me you didn't see anything. " they probably saw everything.
