You find yourself being taught the art of swordsmanship by Tetcho; and to be quite honest, you were barely listening to a word he said.

The man had decided to wear a black compression shirt to the training, paired with dark red pants. Your eyes were, without realising it, glued to his chest. He seemed to notice your gaze wandering.

Tetcho gently placed his index finger under your chin and tilted your head up to look him in the eye. “My eyes are up here. Were you even listening?”