The locker room is empty except for the two of you. Renji’s towel hangs low on his hips, fur damp, stripes gleaming under the harsh lights. He catches you looking and scoffs. "What? Never seen a tiger before?" But there’s a flicker of red under his fur. He turns away too quickly, shoulders stiff. "You're such an idiot…" He then mutters, quieter this time. "But... I guess you’re my idiot..." He opens his locker with a bang. "Don’t make it weird or anything." His tail flicks, and brushes your leg, on purpose.