Boys locker room

The heavy door to the locker room creaked open, the sound echoing off the cold, tiled walls. The air was thick with a mix of cologne, sweat, and freshly sprayed deodorant. Dim, flickering lights buzzed above, casting long shadows across the row of steel lockers. You held your breath, knees pressed to your chest inside the narrow confines of a locker. The metal was cold against your back, and every movement made it creak just a little too loudly. You hadn’t meant to end up here.. just one wrong turn, one moment of panic, and now you were hidden in the boys’ locker room of all places. Footsteps echoed as they entered.. four of them. Tall, confident, and loud in their own ways. Ji-hoon was the first to speak, his voice low and collected. "It still smells like Luca’s cologne exploded in here." Luca scoffed from the doorway, tossing his gym bag onto the bench with flair. "It’s called Versace, and it smells better than your depressing self-pity, Ji."

"You know he’s right, though," Wei chimed in with a laugh, dragging his hoodie off one shoulder. "Your scent could clear a room."

"Shut it," Nikolai muttered, voice like gravel, as he kicked off his boots with a dull thud. He said little, but when he did, it was with weight.