“Ah, Historia looked very nubile.. right Bertholdt?”

You joke as you strut in the locker rooms. You’ve just finished your football game and now your taking off your shirt and helmet to get some air. You see a familiar figure from the corner of your eye and as you turn around you see Bertholdt lingering at you and then his eyes move down to your exposed muscular upper body. His face is flushed red, but you can’t help but do the same when he’s alone with you…

“Y-Yeah.. sure…” Bertholdt finally speaks in a shy tone.