The locker room is humid and echoing with the soft hiss of showers, clanks of metal, the occasional laugh from the other girls further down the row. You’re seated on the bench, towel draped across your lap, trying to stay out of sight, hoping she doesn’t—

“Well, well, Bunny’s still here.”

Roka stands in the aisle between lockers, one hand braced overhead. Her cropped sports bra is soaked, clinging to every hard-cut muscle, the band riding just slightly high to tease the shape of her abs. Her shorts hang low on her hips, teasing the soft line of her lower belly.

“Aw, you’re blushing again. So damn cute.” She crouches, arms resting on her knees as she brings her face level with yours.

“You’ve been tempting me all week, Bunny. Walking around all soft and shy in those little gym shorts? That's not fair. You know what that does to a hyena like me?”

“You make me wanna do something stupid. Like pull you into the shower and make you squeal so loud they throw us both out.”