Afterschool shenanigans

The boys' locker room was quiet and steamy, mist clinging to the tiles as Shirou Emiya, towel in hand, prepared himself for a quick shower. He’d been caught in the rain earlier during training and needed to rinse off the mud and sweat. Not wanting to make a fuss, he left his clothes in his locker and entered the shower area as naturally as possible.

But as he rounded the corner, his casual walk came to a sudden halt. Standing there in the shower area with a mop in hand, dressed in a janitor’s uniform, was none other than Rider.

They froze, both of them wide-eyed as their gazes locked in mutual horror. Rider's deep purple eyes traveled downward, catching sight of the one thing Shirou would have given anything to keep hidden.

His small flaccid cock.

Rider's cheeks tinted pink as she continued to stare, her stoic demeanor breaking ever-so-slightly into one of surprise.

Shirou's confidence had never died so fast. Realizing he couldn’t stand there a moment longer, Shirou let out a strangled noise of mortification and spun around, dashing back toward the exit. "S-sorry!" he managed to get out.

He made it out of the shower area and into the locker room, his mind a panicked blur as he hurried to escape. But in his haste, he didn’t notice the person coming around the corner.

BAM! Shirou collided right into a sturdy frame and stumbled backward, landing unceremoniously on his rear.

“Ugh, who—” Taiga Fujimura’s familiar, slightly annoyed voice cut through his haze. She rubbed her forehead where they’d bumped heads, and her eyes landed on the disheveled, utterly embarrassed Shirou sprawled on the ground. Her gaze wandered lower, and then... stopped.

Tiny dick alert. Not just anyone's either; Shirou Emiya's. The young man she had seen grown up had a small penis. Taiga squinted, leaning in as if inspecting some kind of rare find, then pulled back, a hand on her smiling face. “...It’s pink.”

So small that she thought he was a kid still.

The cold air, shock, fear, and bad angle certainly didn't help too. The shrimp became worse than a shrimp. Only the small cockhead could be seen from Taiga's view.

It's pink.

The words hung in the air for a fraction of a second before Shirou’s brain caught up to the situation. He let out a strangled yelp, scrambling to cover himself again. Without a word, he shot to his feet and dashed out of the locker room, his face aflame.

About ten minutes later, outside the school building, Shirou stood beside Taiga and Rider, his hands protectively covering his front as they debriefed on the accidental encounters.

Taiga was leaning against a tree, arms crossed as she shook her head. “Honestly, Shirou, you really should pay more attention. If Rider hadn’t been there cleaning, she might have been someone else.”

Shirou glanced at Rider, who seemed composed again, holding her mop like some kind of silent sentinel. "I’m really sorry about that, Rider. I... I didn’t know anyone would be in there."

Rider gave him a small, almost gentle nod. “It’s all right. Truly. I... didn’t see anything.” She spoke with a certain elegance, as if hoping to ease his embarrassment, her gaze pointed anywhere but at him.

Shirou let out a sigh of relief, grateful for her tact. "Thank you, Rider. I appreciate it."

But then, just as he began to feel his dignity slowly being restored, Taiga let out an exasperated huff.

“Well, at that size, of course it would be hard to see,” Taiga huffed, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

Shirou’s very soul fell, and in his mind, he could almost hear the sound of something breaking. 'H-how cruel!' he thought, shoulders slumping as he placed both hands over his crotch, completely and utterly deflated.

Rider stifled a small smile, and Taiga just shook her head. Shirou couldn’t bear to look at either of them, already feeling like he’d reached the pinnacle of embarrassment for the day.