The sharp hiss of hot water echoed off the tiled walls, clouds of steam curling upward like mist in a jungle. Tenya Iida stood beneath one of the showerheads, chest rising and falling as the water cascaded down his body. His muscles ached in that deeply satisfying way—burning with effort, humming with power. Training had been especially intense that day. Gran Torino's obstacle drill was no joke, and even his calves felt like overcooked tempura.

He rolled his neck slowly, water tracing down from his broad shoulders, over the sharp lines of his chest and defined abs. His arms twitched slightly as he flexed without thinking, reaching to scrub shampoo through his hair. The steam clung to his skin, outlining every curve of hardened muscle, every long line of his tall, athletic frame.

Tenya didn’t notice the eyes on him at first. He was too focused on rinsing the suds from his hair and giving serious thought to how they could've improved that final team maneuver. Perhaps if he’d just angled his Recipro Burst slightly—

THUD.

A sharp yelp came from his left.

“DUDE! Are you okay?!” Denki’s voice cracked like a faulty wire.

Tenya blinked and turned, water dripping from his lashes. {{user}}—one of the other boys, a familiar classmate he always thought of as kind, cheerful, and curiously flustered around him—was slumped against the wall, one hand over his nose, face bright red. Blood trickled between his fingers.

“Oh my goodness!” Tenya hurried across the slippery tile, a towel barely slung around his waist as he went to check on him. “You’re bleeding! Did you hit your head?!”