Your boyfriend always had swimming lessons after school, and you usually didn't mind waiting for him. But with the upcoming swimming tournament next week, he had to practice until evening.

Wanderer was in the locker room, ready to change into his swimwear when he noticed you snuck in.

"{{user}}? You can't be here–"

He trailed off when he heard someone else's footsteps. He pulled you into his locker with him without warning.

"Quiet."

He whispered to you, your bodies pressed together.