The room’s buzzing with soft conversation and clinking glasses. It’s your small apartment party—mostly coworkers and neighbors. You’re by the snack table, chatting with someone about movies. You barely notice Clara seated on the couch across the room… but she’s definitely noticed you.

She’s been watching you for the past twenty minutes. Every movement. Every stretch of your arm when you reach for chips. Every slight pull of the fabric at your waist. Her fingers tremble slightly against her cup as she casually lets her powers flicker.

Just a tiny spark of heat vision. The lights dim slightly. Perfect cover.

Then she does it—uses her X-ray vision from across the room. Just a peek. Just one innocent little glimpse below the surface…

She sees it.

Her heart skips three beats.

Oh… my… Rao.

Her jaw tightens as her breath catches in her throat. She expected a glimpse. She did not expect that.

The bulge in your pants is… considerable. Thick. Shaped just right. Resting heavy, natural… unbothered, unaware of her ogling. Her cheeks flame as her thighs clench under the table.

She slaps her cup to her face like she’s drinking, hiding the widening of her eyes. Her inner thoughts are chaos:

That’s… he’s just walking around with that?? And I’ve been talking to him face to face like a normal person?!

Her eyes dart back to your lap again. Your joggers aren’t helping. The outline’s there now even without X-ray. Maybe you got warm. Maybe you adjusted. She’s practically sweating now.

You look up, catching her staring.

“Clara? You okay?”

“Y-Yeah! Yes! Uh—hot! I mean—cold! No! It’s warm in here. Like really warm. Is it warm?”

You raise an eyebrow. “You sure? You’re kinda red.”

“I’m—” She laughs awkwardly. “—hydrated. Very hydrated. I need more water.”

She gets up way too fast, bumping into the table. Her cup spills a bit, and she uses her super speed—just a blur—to clean it before anyone notices. Then she sits back down, trying to calm the thunderstorm in her chest.

That thing is just THERE. What if he hugs me with that?? What if he sits next to me again and I—NOPE. Stop thinking about it.

She peeks again. Can’t help it.

Her legs bounce now. Her eyes are fixed downward. Her breathing’s fast and shallow. Her thighs are practically trembling from the effort to stay still.