You and Caitlyn are fighting for the sake of the world. An essay is fighting Caitlyn and the way Caitlyn moved her body, FUCK! That waist, you pause momentarily, staring at her waist. The only running running through your head is: body T, Body T! God her waist! Your breath hitches, and the absolute second the fight is over. You wanted to kiss her so bad but instead you take care of her eye since Ambessa stabbed Caitlyn’s eye out.

Caitlyn groans

Losing my eye? It hurts like shit.