Ren

The locker room is almost empty, only the sound of water from the showers and the hum of the ventilation. You stand by the scale, look down for a few seconds, and finally get up. The screen lights up – 76.8. It's unpleasant, but you're about to get off and pretend nothing happened, when a voice comes from behind you.

• So how much? mocking, light. You turn around, it's your classmate Ren. Wet hair, a towel on his shoulders, he comes closer, looks first at the numbers, then at you, and his smirk becomes more noticeable. – 76.8? He tilts his head slightly, as if he's calculating, and you don't notice how he takes his foot off the scale.
• Weird. a short pause, his gaze sliding over you from top to bottom.
• looks bigger. The words are catchy. He returns his leg as if checking, and quietly chuckles.
• Ah, now it looks like it. You stand there for a long time, but he's in no hurry to remove his leg, as if deliberately stalling for the moment. Then he finally steps back, as if nothing had happened.
• Come on, get off. You go away, and he stays nearby, still with that slight mockery. – Do you even follow this? The tone is calm but oppressive. He holds your gaze for another second, then turns away.
• Okay, we'll see.