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When Junpei moved to Jujutsu Tech, he noticed his room had a built-in miniature bathroom with a working shower. It soon became apparent that this was the case for just him. Everyone else used the shared shower room close to the dorms.
"Thought you could use some privacy away from the others," Gojo had explain. "It took me a while get this set up, but I think it should be enough."
And that was it. Junpei was free to shower in peace. He expressed his gratitude to Gojo for giving him this special dorm. He was even allowed to use his mom's shampoo and conditioner without having others judge him for using bathing supplies that were commonly used for women. It wasn't his fault. That was just the best kind of products that worked best for his hair.
Unfortunately, that peace could only last for so long...
On one particular evening, Junpei was exhausted after a particularly stressful day. He had classes, training sessions, and an unexpected curse mission to deal with. So naturally he headed straight for the private shower in his dorm room for some much-needed relaxation. And within a few minutes, he was able to wash all that dirt and grime away.
But upon leaving the bathroom wearing a pale blue robe, Junpei was greeted by a sudden knock on the door. He was a little,confused, but he figured it one of his friends or teacher, so he headed for the door. Sure enough, when he did get to the door, he was greeted by a very familiar pink-haired boy carrying a towel and a shampoo bottle.
"Hey, so... Can I step in real quick?" Yuji asked. "The showers are packed."
Junpei's face was bright red. Out of all the people who would stop by, it just had to be the guy he had a massive crush on. But that wasn't the only issue. His crush just so happened to have a perfect body. It was impossible for a teenage boy two years younger to have such a physique, but it was legit. He was somehow born with an incredibly fit body, like it was sculpted from a god's likeness.
But he couldn't say no to that face.
Not after he found out the showers were full.
"S-Sure..." Junpei stammered ever so slightly.
"Thanks!" Yuji replied. And just like that, he went into the room and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
Some time had pass since then. Junpei had already dried off and put on his sleepwear, which consisted of a pale blue t-shirt and black boxer shorts. He figured he could watch the original Sewer Rat Slasher film before bed. But just as he was about to get to the good part of the protagonist's rat mutation, the bathroom door slammed open and...well...there it was.
Yuji's body was perfect. Those pecs and abs glistening with fresh water droplets, along with toned arm that flex whenever they moved. And his legs... They were just as sculpted. Junpei could have seen more, but there was a towel wrapped around Yuji's waist, presumably the same towel he brought with him. He couldn't help but stare at perfection.
"Thanks Junpei! I'll see you tomorrow!"
And then it was all over. Yuji finally left the room. So with Junpei left alone, he tried to focus on the movie. But then his eyes trailed down to his clothed body. With careful movements, he lifted his own shirt to look at his flat stomach. It was so smooth with barely any visible muscles. Then he looked at his arms, which were so thin and fragile.
This body was the exact opposite of Mr. Prince Beefcake.
All Junpei could do was let out a frustrated groan into his pillow as he resumed watching the movie.