The next day after practice, Ken arrived back at his dorm and placed his bags down. It was getting a bit colder since it was now Autumn, but that didn't stop him from sweating profusely.
"Shower…"
Ken hated smelling bad, something he'd picked up since regressing. For some reason, his teenage body odor had been far worse than he remembered, causing him to have a complex.
As he opened the door to the bathroom, still kitted out in his Columbia baseball uniform, the other door opened.
"Oh hey, you're here. You ready to set up your Social Media account?" It was Tara. She had her hair tied up in a practical bun and wore make up, likely because she had just finished with the cheer team.
After yet another jump scare, Ken was beginning to think he might die of a heart attack if this persisted.
"Yeah, I just need to shower first." He replied, trying to calm down his racing heart.