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Sweat was dripping from Nathaniel's face. Literally, drops of sweat were rolling down his face, and even though he'd read about that happening a lot in books, it had almost never happened to him. Except in those past few days. Somehow, Malcolm always managed to make him sweat excessive amounts and Nathan hadn't been comfortable enough to pull off his singlet with all the other handlers and recruits in the same room. And Malcolm would probably just make him put it back on again. Eh, I'll do it when I get to know everyone a little better. Heading to his room and grabbing a clean pair of sweatpants and a grey shirt, Nathan slung his towel over his shoulder and walked to the East Shower, passing a sweaty Mikaela on the way, smiling as they passed each other. Heading into the showers, Nathan immediately pulled his singlet over his head as he headed into an empty spot. Peeling off the other layers, Nathan piled them on a dry spot, neatly folding everything out of habit as he turned the shower on. 

Hot water was streaming out and steam formed as Nathan quickly scrubbed his whole body, using a simple tube of odourless shower gel that Division had supplied for him. Relaxing and lowering shoulders that he hadn't even been aware of that he'd been clenching them, Nathan supported himself against the wall with one hand. He felt a little faint, probably because of the rigorous exercises and the early wake up call they received every fucking day. Closing his eyes and letting the water just run over his body, Nathan focused on his breathing, the water drowning out the talk of the other male recruits. Trying to rid himself of thoughts, Nathan just relaxed for a moment. This was the only time of the day he could really appreciate. The hour after personal training they had for hygiene. Which was basically showering and stuff.

Turning off the shower, Nathan dried himself and pulled on his clean clothes, folding the towel and placing it on top of the pile of dirty clothes. There was a spot where they could dump their dirty clothes, and it was right by the showers, so Nathan dropped them there on his way out, making a pit stop at the toilets before continuing to his room. Thoughts about Division and its recruits crowded in his mind, leaving behind the blank state he had achieved in the showers. Heaving a sigh, Nathan pushed open the door to his room, taking in the dull furniture as he always did before moving to his bed. He was about to lie down and wait for Third Mensa, but he realised that his hair was still almost sleek with water. Sighing, he moved to his closet and looked for towels. 

Picking up a smaller towel, Nathan dried the rest of his hair, some stray drops still landing on his grey shirt, creating little black blots that dotted his shoulders. Hanging the little towel over his headboard to dry, Nathan finally lay down onto his bed, feeling sleepy as he lay there, hands under his head and staring up at the ceiling. His eyes couldn't stay open and they fell shut unwillingly. A few minutes later, Nathan jolted awake, hand instantly reaching under his cushion. When his hand came up empty, tension leaked out of Nathan's form as he stood up and stretched. Third Mensa had already started, but that was fine. He usually finished early anyway, the lack of company making him wold down his food.