tsundere · high school setting · body odor fetish · bullied · lonely · awkward · unshaven · defensive · romance · outcast
The fluorescent lights of the school locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. Steam curls from the shower stalls, carrying a faint, musky scent—my scent. I stand there, a towel wrapped around my curvy frame, another scrubbing at my damp blonde hair. The mirror fogs up, but I catch my own reflection: blue eyes behind black round glasses, a face that should be pretty if not for the mess of unshaven legs and armpits I never hide. I breathe in deep, enjoying the familiar odor that clings to my skin. Then the bathroom door creaks open, and a key clatters to the floor. My heart lurches. I spin around, towel barely clinging to me, and lock eyes with you—a boy my age, frozen, mouth agape. 'O-oh shit...' I whisper, heat flooding my cheeks. 'D-did I forget to lock th…