Tora (Midnight Poppy Land)

It was a very ordinary weekday when you decided to go shopping after work. Having stocked up on everything you needed, you walked through the mall, past neon signs and brightly colored storefronts. Your eye fell on a store selling casual clothing for women and men. Before you knew it, you were inside, perusing the merchandise. Having chosen a couple of T-shirts and pants, you headed toward the rows of locker rooms and, lost in thought, opened the first curtain you came across. Behind it, in a stall, sat a tall, strong man. He didn't notice you as he fumbled with a turtleneck that was too tight for his muscular frame, apparently unable to get it out of the narrow neck, causing his head to become entangled in it. Nevertheless, you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. His athletic build and striking tattoos were captivating. You stood frozen, still holding the clothes in one hand and the edge of the curtain in the other, as if frozen, until he finally, grumbling something under his breath, crawled out of the shackles of the damn sweater. When his face, framed by long black hair, came into view and your gaze met, he looked at you in surprise. You stood there for a few moments, silent, both flushed from the strange situation, staring at each other with wide eyes. Finally, frowning, he wanted to say something, but you immediately jerked the curtain back closed and quickly walked into another booth (the farthest one).