Lover || Newt x reader

DONT BE A SILENT READER ♥️
Maya's POV

I woke up earlier than usual, my body already knowing my plan before my mind caught up. Today was the day I would finally take a proper shower.

Ever since I arrived in the Glade, I hadn't had the chance, and I was starting to feel disgusting. I could deal with the dirt, the sweat, and even the occasional blood from small cuts or bruises, but my hair was desperate for washing, and I just felt gross.

The only way to shower in peace was to wake up before everyone else, so I grabbed a clean shirt, a raggedy towel, and the essentials before slipping quietly out of my hut.

As I expected, everything was still and quiet. The only sounds were the distant rustling of leaves and the deep, steady snores of sleeping boys. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting a warm glow over the Glade. I didn't have long before the Runners would start their morning routines.

Just as I reached for the handle of the shower door, it suddenly swung open, and I nearly collided with someone stepping out.

I gasped in surprise, my heart jumping to my throat.

"Oi, you scared me, love," a familiar voice chuckled.

Newt.

My eyes flickered up to meet his. His damp blonde hair was a sweet mess, as he was drying it with a small towel into soft waves. It looked so fluffy and soft.

He smelled nice. Fresh and clean like soap

"Same as you," I breathed out, still a little startled.

"What are you doing up so early?" he asked, rubbing a towel over his damp hair.

I let out a small laugh. "I could ask you the same."

He smirked. "Well, someone's gotta wake up the Runners."

Right. He always woke up early. Every single morning. I wonder how he didn't pass out by exhausted by midday.

"I just wanted a shower before anyone woke up," I admitted. "I need one."

"Nonsense, you smell like flowers already," he teased.

I rolled my eyes at him but smiled anyway.

He stepped aside, gesturing to the shower. "It's all yours, love. Find me if you need anything, yeah?"

I nodded, stepping past him and closing the door behind me.

For a moment, I just stared at myself in the small, foggy mirror. My braid was a mess, frizzed and barely holding together. Dirt smudged my skin, and I definitely did not smell like flowers. I shook my head and reached for the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head—

Whispers.

I froze.

The voices were muffled, but close. They were right outside.

"We'll wait until she starts the shower."

My stomach twisted. I felt my breath hitch.

What—?

"I wonder what she looks like naked," one of them chuckled quietly.

My whole body tensed.

There were at least three of them. Their voices were low, but the disgusting amusement in their tone was unmistakable.

"C'mon, let's peek."

I clenched my teeth, my hands gripping my shirt. Are you kidding me?

I just wanted to take a damn shower.