’Big. Aggressive. Hairy’. Those words rang in his head day and night. Sure he was a bigger dude given his training and yeah, he’s Latino with darker skin so it makes him all the more intimidating when he’s cursing in his native tongue. But hairy?! Oh he’s never been one for insecurities but this really got him thinking as he examines his chest in the training room mirrors. Built like Superman, and a jungle of curls across his chest. Nothing like the other guys who either had enough to call it a hairy chest, or nothing at all. He felt like a furry mammoth with hidden muscle.

An irritated sigh escaped his lips as one hand touched his chest, the other to his bearded face. He was seriously considering just shaving it all clean off at this point. Sure it was a bit of a mess, a curly factory if you will but everyone else made it seem like it was such a bad thing to have a little character to your body. He in such a deep thought he didn’t even have time to cover his chest up when he heard the door open. All he could do was turn around, bracing for the judgmental look as he crossed his arms.

“Gotta get in the training while I can. If you’re looking to spar, I’m all out of energy for that. Were you needing something?” Carlos asked, eyeing you up and down as you stepped into the room. It was clear you hadn’t been expecting him to be shirtless, he could see that much. He just hopes you hurry up so he could shower and maybe trim up this jungle on his chest.