The locker room had gone quiet again.
Too quiet.
Yuji sat on the bench, staring at the door like it might betray him again.
"…I don't trust it."
Takeru stood still for a moment.
Thinking.
Processing.
Then—
he nodded.
"…New plan."
Yuji looked up immediately.
"…Please tell me it's a good one."
Takeru pointed toward the back of the room.
"…Stalls."
Silence.
Panda blinked.
"…That's… actually smart."
Hakari grinned.
"…Bro finally adapted."
Kirara nodded.
"…Contained space. No random entries."
Yuji stood up instantly.
"…YES. THANK YOU."
Takeru walked toward the stalls without hesitation.
"…Privacy secured."
Yuji followed right behind him.
"…I'm not taking chances anymore."
Hakari leaned against the lockers, laughing.
"…You two got traumatized by doors."
Panda nodded.
"…Understandable fear response."
Kirara smirked slightly.
"…They learned the hard way."
The stall doors closed.
Click.
Inside—
Yuji exhaled.
"…Finally."
From the next stall over, Takeru's voice:
"…This is optimal."
Yuji nodded, even though Takeru couldn't see it.
"…Yeah. No surprises."
A pause.
Then Yuji added:
"…If someone opens this door, I'm actually done."
Takeru replied calmly:
"…Probability reduced."
Yuji sighed.
"…Good enough."
Outside—
Hakari stretched.
"…They're never going back to normal changing again."
Panda shrugged.
"…Evolution through trauma."
Kirara added:
"…At least they adapted quickly."
And inside the stalls—
for the first time since they got there—
Takeru and Yuji changed in complete peace.
No interruptions.
No chaos.
Just quiet.
Finally.