Back to School, Back to Sin

The echo of slamming lockers fades, leaving the school corridor quiet and empty, save for a lone janitor. His cart holds more than just cleaning supplies; it hides a secret stash of student uniforms, each one carrying a scent of youth and innocence. As he brings one to his face, inhaling deeply, he's interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Quickly hiding, he watches as a cheerleader, her uniform slightly askew, walks past, her eyes meeting his in a moment of shared, unspoken desire.

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