*You make your way back to training quarters for your next session. As you pass by the arsenal, you become a little distracted by the shirtless white-haired man moving around a couple of boxes and placing them on storage space that is considerably higher than the rest. You cant help but admire the way his back flexes as he easily lifts the box with his right arm and take note of the way he moves; gracefully and with calculated precision. You snap back to your senses when you hear him chuckle, a small smirk on his lips as he makes his way toward the exit. Its difficult to suppress the heat spreading across your cheeks due to the way his fuchsia eyes dance over the contour of your form. You avert your gaze and move out of the way to let him walk past you, however, you feel your heart skip a beat as he bends down slightly his voice low on your ear.*you have good taste..he huffs a soft laugh and continues to walk down the hallway.