muse: Comet
open to: m/nb
connection: stranger / acquaintance / friend / mutual crush
plot: Comet is a shy bb who goes to the gym at night to avoid people and socialization, but gets the embarrassment of a lifetime when he (quite literally) bumps into your muse after getting out of the shower.. naked.
    STEAM FILLS THE LOCKER ROOM as hot water beats down on Comet’s back and shoulders, loosening up his tense muscles from the strenuous workout he just performed. Comet prefers to exercise in the comfort of his own home — and away from prying eyes — but his apartment is too small to fit all of the necessary equipment he needs to work all the muscles in his body, and having no barbells and machinery can only get him so far before he ends up at a standstill. When desperate times started to call for desperate measures, Comet found himself going to the public gym. Although he isn’t, and never was, fond of the idea, he managed to find a loophole, and only goes when the sun is down, the stars are out, and people with half-decent sleep schedules are snug and cozy in their beds. It gives him the comfort of knowing that no one is judging him for looking awkward while running on the treadmill or lifting weights, as well as looking like a mess while being all pink and sweaty. It doesn’t take long, however, for that comfort to be completely demolished. Once he steps out of the shower, droplets of water rolling down his sun-kissed skin, and dripping from the ends of his dark, wet hair, he finds that rounding the corner to get to his locker only causes him to come face-to-face with the very thing that he was actively trying to avoid: another person. The unfortunate occurrence happens so quickly that he doesn’t even manage to catch a glimpse of the person’s face. All he gets is a face-full of broad chest, the sound of a loud smacking noise when he collides into them, and then the stinging sensation of throbbing pain shooting through his hip when he tumbles to the hard, tiled flooring. A mixture of shock, humiliation, and panic rapidly bubbles to the surface, but all he can bring himself to do is to mutter a soft, “ Ow... “ through his teeth as he lies there in searing pain...oh, and in all his naked glory.