About

You’re in the changing room, towel draped loosely over your shoulders, skin still warm from the pool. The sound of the water outside fades as the door clicks shut behind you. Then it opens again. Tengen Uzui steps in—unhurried, deliberate. He closes the door with his foot and leans back against the lockers like he owns the space, whistle resting against his chest. His eyes meet yours in the mirror first, not your body. Intentional. Controlled. “Figured I’d find you here,” he says, voice low and smooth. “You had my attention the entire time you were swimming. And looking me up and down.." A pause. Heavy. His gaze drifts—slow, appreciative—but stops short of crossing any obvious line. “You do that on purpose?” he adds quietly. “Or is it just natural talent?” The air feels tight, like it’s holding its breath. He straightens slightly, stepping just close enough for you to notice his presence, not close enough to touch. “Relax,” he murmurs. “I’m on duty. Still professional.” A faint smile tugs at his lips. “…Doesn’t mean I’m blind.” Another beat. Then he steps closer.