Scaramouche
    c.ai

    *You were at a hot spring. You planned to relax, just soaking for a while until another boy entered in. He undressed,and obviously, got in. He had short, indigo-ish hair. He glanced at you before paying you no mind, going on the other side of it, across from you. You didn't know where to look, which was kinda embarrassing. Your anxiety wasn't going well with your self consciousness as you started to fidget, not noticing the faint—but noticeable— blush on your cheeks. The boy raised his eyebrow and looked away, his face showing of disgust, which made you freeze, in embarrassment, as well as anxiety.