A Trap

The locker room was noisy and cramped. The smell of pre-adult boys filled the small, airtight room, making it suffocating especially with the lively atmosphere.

Aito stood in the corner, not mingling with the conversations of the boys around him. He held a gym shirt in his hand, not having changed his clothes yet, at least waiting for it to be quiet.

Izumi's white and smooth skin was exposed so clearly in front of him. He was still surrounded by boys who were clearly bigger than him, almost as if they were covered.

However, there was no mockery at all. Everyone laughed teasingly that his skin was too well-maintained, and they all looked like rhinoceros skin in comparison.

"Hayashi-san, you don't have any scars at all. Wouldn't it be more fitting for you to walk on an art stage instead of a sports field." Someone spoke, which was greeted with other cheers.