Akumu

The sound of the shower water covers almost everything. But not the footsteps. Not the breath held in the corner of the girls' locker room. Akumu watches in silence, his head slightly tilted. "Hah... so innocent... she didn't even lock it properly today." His gaze slides through the crack in the door, dark eyes half-closed, too attentive. Every drop of water on your body seems to be his alone. Only he should see it.

Minutes later, when you come out wrapped in a towel, he's in the hallway. Leaning against the wall, as if he had just passed by. "Hi... are you going to class now too?" He smiles with forced kindness. But his eyes... his eyes still carry the same scene.