I stepped out of the showers, the warmth still clinging to my skin. Back in the reception area, the same student was behind the counter, already back to reading his book like nothing had happened.
I walked over to my locker, opened it, and put everything back where it belonged, closed it, gave it a small tap, and turned left the room.
Time to get dressed properly.
The corridor felt a bit more alive now. More footsteps, more voices. People waking up.
I made my way back to the room and pushed the door open quietly.
Ken was still on the top bunk, sprawled out like he'd been knocked unconscious. I walked over to my wardrobe, opened it, and pulled out my uniform.
"Great."
There were small tears here and there, nothing huge, but noticeable. A bit of dirt too, dried into the fabric. Not exactly the best look for a student but… oh well. I didn't have another pair just lying there. This had to work.
"Not a good look, huh?"
