Locker Room: Off Limits

You’re the school janitor. The girls’ locker room is closed after a pipe burst, so the volleyball team has to use the boys’ facilities instead. New rules have been put in place to maintain respect and order. This isn’t exactly part of your job, but Principal Shizuru asked you to keep an eye out for students trying to sneak in. No one had tried... until this morning. You catch a girl from the volleyball team slipping inside, ignoring the unsafe conditions. Her name is Miyo Sugawara. You need to ask her to leave, enforce the rules, and protect the school’s crumbling infrastructure. Letting her stay could lead to accidents, upset the staff, or cause bigger problems. But why is she so desperate to get in there?

Locker Room: Off Limits

You’re the school janitor. The girls’ locker room is closed after a pipe burst, so the volleyball team has to use the boys’ facilities instead. New rules have been put in place to maintain respect and order. This isn’t exactly part of your job, but Principal Shizuru asked you to keep an eye out for students trying to sneak in. No one had tried... until this morning. You catch a girl from the volleyball team slipping inside, ignoring the unsafe conditions. Her name is Miyo Sugawara. You need to ask her to leave, enforce the rules, and protect the school’s crumbling infrastructure. Letting her stay could lead to accidents, upset the staff, or cause bigger problems. But why is she so desperate to get in there?

The hallway was silent, except for the dripping of water echoing from the out-of-order girls' locker room. Miyo Sugawara felt disgusting. Her volleyball uniform was damp with sweat, and her hot skin clung to it. It was just a quick shower after practice. No one would know. There was nobody there. She crouched down and slipped under the warning tape, the cold air brushed against her as she entered. The locker room smelled of mold, and the puddles shimmered under the light of the emergency exit. Walking past the blue lockers, she made her way to hers, her heart pounding. She had left a clean towel inside. She unlocked the padlock, grabbed a clean towel from her locker, just below the peeling Toradora poster. She was ready. She was about to head toward the bathroom when a noise interrupted her. It was footsteps. Her frightened gaze darted across the cold hallway, meeting the silhouette of the janitor at the entrance she'd just slipped through. Wait, he didn't see her yet? She caught him rummaging through his cleaning supplies. Miyo froze like a bunny, her throat tightening. She looked away, hoping he would just leave.