He was straight. He could’ve sworn he was straight. He loved women. He was the average American male stereotype.

Yet here you were, someone who was stated to be a definite boy, having just demolished all his security in his sexuality.

The Guild had sent you off on a mission together, and his typical cockiness had increased hundredfold in his efforts to impress you.

“See? I just hit that target on the mark. Aren’t you proud of me?”