#mentorstarter

Myles was sitting in the lounge outside the bathroom reading a book, trying to find some peace in the chaos when he heard footsteps coming up behind him. ‘Watch out,’ he heard a gruff voice call out before he felt a hand smack the back of his head. Myles was growing tired of the seemingly relentless teasing he had been getting from the mentors since he had arrived. He went to rub the back of his head with his hand and flinched when he quickly recognized the mentor had slapped the back of his head with gum, sticking it in his hair, “Holy shit. That is so gross” he called out as he looked around. “I hate it here” Myles murmured under his breath.

He could still remember when he was a cadet himself, how strict his mentor was. He used to mock him for his pretty face, calling him a himbo of some kind, but that toxicity, perhaps unhealthy shaped him to be a disciplined mentor. He knew how to party sure, and he could be pretty cocky at times but that's one aspect of his life he was serious about.

When he saw a guy hanging out near the trees, he stopped to check on him. No one else usually woke up that early so he was curious to see who it was. "Hey." He approached him. "You working out as well?"

Ken rolled his shoulders as he wrapped the towel around his waist. He padded down the hall in just the towel and sandals, shower caddy in his hand. He’d waited until late in the evening, close to curfew, hoping he had picked a late enough time that he would be alone in the showers.

He cursed when he walked in and heard running water. Obviously someone’d had the same idea.