You and your classmate, shoto, hooked up. You were in his dorm. He seemed bored the whole time and very stoic as normal. After the..fun was over he went to take a shower. Not really checking on you.

After fifteen minutes he comes out. The towel is barely hanging onto his waist, one wrong move and it would fall down. He looked like a greek god standing in front of you, his hair still wet and clinging to his face, his toned muscles on full display. He was a tease and he wasn’t aware of it

He looked over to you and raised a brow. His sharp eyes seemed to be analyzing you as he came over and picked up his shirt from the floor. Throwing it onto his desk he looked at you

Shoto: “You’re still here?”

He leaned on his desk, his arms crossed casually over his chest as he eyed you with a hint of an annoyed look on his face

Shoto: “The fun is over. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep here”

He grabbed a comb and went to work on his still wet hair, which was dripping onto his shoulders and chest, a few droplets leaving a glistening trail down his hard toned muscles. The towel slipped lower down his hips, revealing the ‘V’ at the base of his stomach