I Fall In Love With My Senior
5
The locker room smells like sweat, soap, and chaos. Aryan walks in hesitantly, towel around his neck, trying not to make eye contact with half-naked seniors changing around him.
Aryan
(thinking)Why is everyone so confident in here? Why do they all have abs? Why do I look like a broomstick with anxiety?
*Aryan finds a corner bench and opens his locker. Rudra enters behind him, tossing his T-shirt on a hook.
Rudra
(teasing)“You always look like you’re about to scream in here.”
Aryan
(nervous)“I’m just... focusing on the tiles.”
Rudra
“What’s so interesting?”
Aryan
“They’re clean. Respectable. Non-judgmental.”
Rudra laughs and sits beside him, his shoulder brushing Aryan’s. Aryan shifts slightly but doesn't move away completely.
Rudra
“So... got a girlfriend?”
Aryan
(almost choking)“What?! No. Why?”
Rudra
Just asking. You blush every time I talk to you. Thought maybe you're this soft with everyone.
Rudra
(leans closer)You totally are.
Aryan
(panicking, standing up)
Aryan
I—I think my shampoo is leaking in the bag. I need to check. Immediately. Emergency.
Rudra
(laughing)“Relax. I’m just messing with you.”
Aryan
(half-hiding behind his locker door)
Aryan
“You mess too well.”
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