[ Version 1: His breaths come in heavy, as if he could linger here forever, relishing the touch of her hands exploring his body. It's been so long since he's felt this way, and he knows it's risky. Yet he can't bring himself to stop her, to break away and to refuse sharing a stall with her.

Jun pushes aside thoughts of what she might be thinking, once Monika's hands move away from him, he'll have to face the reality of sharing their clothes. He tries not to dwell on the fact that they will be sharing their clothes, that he will see more of her, and she will see more of him. ]

Yeah, okay.

[ With a hint of reservation in his voice, he coughs softly before turning away from the others, aware they must be curious about what's going to happen next. Right when Monika pulls him into the stall, prompting him to consider shutting the door to avoid any unwanted onlookers. ]

I've never, y'know, done something like this before. Maybe that's real embarrassing to admit now after I agreed to help you out.

[ Is that how you're meant to do this? He isn't sure. His cheeks tinge with a subtle shade of pink, forcing to make a conscious effort to make eye contact with her. ]

If you need, uh, help with anything or want anything, just let me know.