Dylan crouched in the shadow of the discarded towel, his tiny heart hammering as he took in the chaotic, towering world of the locker room. The air was thick with the humid tang of sweat and soap, and the distant hiss of showers called to him like a siren’s song. His eyes flicked toward the shower area, where steam curled into the air, veiling the massive forms of giants under cascades of water. A spark of curiosity flared, overriding his fear. “Showers, huh?” he whispered, a grin tugging at his lips. “That’s where the action is. Gotta see what’s going on in there.”
He darted across the gritty tile floor, his tiny feet pattering as he dodged massive sneakers and stray socks that loomed like boulders. “Don’t step on me, don’t step on me,” he muttered, his voice a nervous hum. The floor vibrated with the giants’ footsteps, each one a reminder of his precarious place in their world. Reaching the shower area, he slipped behind a tiled pillar, the steam warm and heavy against his skin. “Okay, Dylan, you’re here. Time to peek.”
Creeping forward, he spotted a shower curtain hanging slightly askew, the gap just wide enough for his tiny form to peer through. “Jackpot,” he breathed, his eyes wide with anticipation. He edged closer, heart racing, and peeked behind the curtain. A giant stood under the spray, his broad back glistening, muscles flexing as water streamed over his skin. The sight was raw, intimate, and Dylan’s cheeks flushed, not with disgust but with a tingling awe. “Whoa,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the water’s roar. “That’s… something else. Like a freaking statue come to life.”
He lingered, mesmerized, the steam curling around him like a warm embrace. “This place is wild,” he muttered, a mix of thrill and wonder in his tone. “Giants everywhere, and I’m right in the middle of it. Gotta be careful, but… damn, I could get used to this view.” He leaned closer, his tiny hands gripping the curtain’s edge, lost in the spectacle of the giant’s world.