This one is definitly on the topside of the pervert line;)

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Mikan is fifteen

Natsume stood with his hands stuffed in his pockets next to a door far from any of his usual haunts; this was neither his or Ruka's room, nor a classroom, or anything else it might be appropriate for a fifteen-year-old boy to be loitering around.

Nevertheless, when he heard the steady hiss of hot water give him a mask of noise to move under, he didn't hesitate in slipping over the threshold and into the steamy room.

For Mikan, who'd experienced the bitterness of outdoor washtubs during her time as a no-star, a showeroom at the end of her hall was a wonderful luxury: since gaining the 'privilege' she'd taken a hot shower every day – it was both a good way of unwinding and of waking up, nowadays she wouldn't be able to manage without one.

However, she hated having to wait for a cubicle, or alternately running out of hot water right in the middle because the person before her had an Alice that made them resistant to extreme temperatures and liked to bathe in scalding-hot water, so she eventually worked out the times the bathroom was quietest and always took a shower then, instead of having to hang around in the hall with her washbag.

Another bonus was that she could sing without people overhearing

But now, treading lightly so as not to be heard; and with his body flattened against the wall so as not to be seen (taking advantage of everything Persona had taught him about stealth) Natsume glided silently across the floor towards the shower cubicles.

Now, in his en-suite bathroom he had a fully functional power shower with a sliding door and heat controls, but in Mikan's 'shared washroom' all they had was a plain plastic curtain in front of a cubicle with a press-for-water button, hung from a top bar by iron hoops. But at this time, he couldn't be more glad for the Academy's biased system of accomodating students.

The curtain of the unit Mikan had picked at random was cut a little shorter than the others, and the bar it hung from was slightly at an angle (there was also the girl's belief that no one else would disturb her so she had just yanked the curtain more-or-less across) – all this seemed to work quite perfectly in Natsume's favour, because from a certain angle (and pressed flat against the wall) he could just about see into the shower.

See her in the shower.

If he hadn't purposely muted his breathing he might've been panting by now, but as it was he only had a mad beating in his ears to deal with as he identified a pale strip of Mikan's bare back through the gap in the curtain, and watched the water beading down it as if hypnotized. Which in all honesty he probably was.

After a few minutes she raised her hands to her scalp and began to work shampoo through her hair, pulling her hands down the length of the fair brown strands and massaging the cherry scented gel through them.

Slowly it frothed up under her ministrations and foam ran down her back, and carefully enough to be able to control his reactions as he did so, Natsume let his eyes follow the trails on her back down to her waist, then sliding down long, sleek legs, until it was more than the steam making him feel light headed, along with some other reactions effecting themselves on various parts of his body.

Suddenly she turned to rinse her hair, and his heart literally skipped a beat, as for one he could probably be seen if she opened her eyes – for which he'd never hear the end of and ruin any chances of doing this again; and for two he was now seeing so, so, so much more of her (he was never going to be able to look at her normally again).

Fortunately for him, Mikan had her eyes closed to stop shampoo getting in them and didn't spot her voyeur, at least, not until he'd slipped away (before he lost his self-control and did something 'unrational') and 'happened' to be walking down the far end of the corridor five or so minutes later as she made a towel-clad dash back to her room.

"Hey, birthmarkonyourrightcheek," he couldn't help himself saying poignantly as she passed by and skidded to a halt upon 'coincidentally' running into him, "you know...if all you're wearing is that… uh,thing… where's the key to your room?"

A few dead seconds passed, before Mikan turned back on herself with a scream and ran towards the shower room to collect the rest of her belongings. And it wasn't until later that night, when Natsume was long gone, that she realised she didn't have any birthmarks on her face.

Am I evil? Most likely. Is it worth it? Oh hell yes :P

The next one is running away with me, I am considering making it a stand-alone one shot thingie because I kinda want to keep all these short and it's... not.

So, there might be a bit of a delay for the next as a result, but I promise length and more pevertness than Natsume has ever withstood before :P