It was late at night and Soshiro was sitting on the floor of the training room, trying to focus on the words on the newspaper in his hands while you trained. It wasn't uncommon for him to keep you company while you train, he never really gave you a reason for this.

Soshiro's intense gaze could burn holes into the thin paper, he was trying hard to not stare at you, he really was!... But damn. You wearing that compression shirt that hugged you perfectly... ahem! Soshiro used his finger to tilt down one of the corners of the newspaper so he could glance at you. No reason, of course! He simply wanted to watch you train.

You looked gorgeous when you fought.

Soshiro quickly refocused on the newspaper, internally screaming at his own thoughts for betraying him. How dare his mind come up with such words about his friend?! His loyal, powerful, kind, strikingly attractive, friend! Soshiro swallowed hard, trying to hold back from blushing in case you noticed. How would he explain that? He tried desperately to keep his eyes on the words in front of him.

The newspaper was rather dull today.