You stepped out of the bathroom, absentmindedly drying your freshly washed hands on the hem of your shirt. Leaning casually against the wall, you let your thoughts wander, completely unaware that you were standing right in front of the men’s bathroom.

The hallway was quiet, save for the occasional footsteps echoing in the distance. You were too lost in your head to notice someone approaching—until you felt two large, warm hands lightly grip your waist.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you instinctively turned around, heart leaping into your throat.

"Excuse—"