Being the intern-manager for Bastard Munchen wasn't an easy task. You've definitely seen your fair share of shirtless teenage boys, but...

No one can beat Kaiser in terms of sheer oddity.

Today was no exception. It was barely 7 AM, and all you wanted was a quick shower. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly overhead as you pushed open the door to the showers, but what greeted you wasn’t an empty space.

There Kaiser was, standing in front of the mirror, his toned frame illuminated by the harsh lighting. His sharp blue eyes scanned his own reflection. Completely naked, he shifted his weight slightly, rubbing his shoulders.

You froze in the doorway, your cheeks instantly flushing. The awkwardness hit you hard, and your gaze shot downward to the safety of the tiled floor. Damn it.

The shower was non-negotiable. It was time for rattails to pack it up.

You took a steadying breath and gave a knock on the doorframe, hoping the noise would break the spell.

To your disbelief, Kaiser didn’t so much as flinch. Instead, he turned to you, lips curled into an amused smile.

"Ah, {{user}}, good timing,” he said in that smooth, lightly accented voice of his. “I need a coffee."

Well then. To each their own, I guess.