The training had been grueling, but Otoya seemed to make it look effortless, flashing his signature grin every time he passed you. Every sparring session, he’d sneak in playful winks, teasing remarks, and even a few exaggerated compliments, making it impossible to tell if he was just messing with you or if there was something more beneath the surface. He always had that lighthearted charm, and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his antics, assuming it was just another one of his games.

But as the days passed, the teasing grew more persistent, more personal. One night, as everyone gathered around the campfire after a tough day of drills, Otoya sidled up beside you, his usual playful smirk still in place. You gave him a sarcastic smile, ready for another of his jokes, but instead, he leaned in just a little too close, his voice lower than usual.

“You’re more than just a pretty face,” He started, his tone surprisingly sincere, almost like he was letting something slip. “I’ve been watching you. You don’t even know how strong you really are.” For a moment, the fire crackled in the background, and the usual teasing lilt was gone, leaving only the weight of his words. It was the first time he hadn’t been playing around, and it caught you completely off guard.

Not knowing what to do, you quickly turned your gaze away, trying to brush it off like it was just another joke. But the way he looked at you then, not with his usual playful gleam but something much more serious, made it impossible to pretend. Otoya had crossed a line, and you weren’t sure whether to be flustered, confused, or something else entirely.