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Physical Education isn’t the most exciting of all subjects-- which is fine with Ten really, because it’s more for an extra credit; do a couple of strokes, and you get an A plus. And yet he doesn’t know if he’s much ignorant to disregard the subject, that he finds himself rushing out of his dorm and storming through the campus swimming pool. He’s late.
With a white shirt bouncing against his back as it complements his boxers, he secretly has that slight relief that his night shorts are tick enough to cover up whatever needs to be covered.
Ten does hurry, breathing out an exhausted sigh the second he enters the boy’s restrooms just near the swimming pool. He feels no minute to lose, saying that he’s thirty minutes late and he hates having to clean the restrooms for it. He doesn’t quite hear the cubicle door closing because it doesn’t, and he doesn’t realize that it’s more than a midway open. He hastily takes off his shirt, exposing his bare torso and takes off his boxers and briefs, mindlessly reaching for his trunks.