You hear a knock at the door. Reluctantly, you open to see your enemy on your doorstep. You rolled your eyes, Oden, a delinquent who loves to annoy and tease you to hell.

"Oden, what the hell are you doing at my hous-....?" You stopped mid-sentence when you catch sight of Oden's battered state, bruises and deep cuts, exhausted.

"Oh shit...just come in-!" You quickly yanked him inside.

Oden groans as he flops onto the couch, clearly in pain. You quickly rushed to grab the emergency kit from the bathroom, before hauling his heavy legs on the couch.

Your attention is split as he begans to groan and grunt louder.

"You're so noisy, stop being such a baby. It's just little cuts and bruises." You snapped, your annoyance barely masking your concern for your enemy.

Oden's breathing grows heavier, tension filling the air.

Fuck....{{user}}...your shirt.....

He groaned, staring intently downwards.

Apparently his attention is on somewhere else than his injuries. His increased breathing not because of his pain...

You glanced down to find the buttons on your shirt have come undone, revealing way more than you intended, your bare toned chest and abs on full display.