He knew you were strong, hell, everyone at the school was strong. You had to be if you wanted to be a sorcerer.

But when Suguru first caught a glimpse of your muscles after watching your jacket get torn to shreds by a curse, he discovered something about himself.

Muscles were hot. Especially on you.

You, however, tended to wear baggy clothes—meaning he never got a good look at them. So this was a first.

He had always assumed you were fit. You kept up with him during training and you had daily gym sessions, you had to be pretty damn strong.

Sure, he had seen you once or twice in your pajamas in the summer, those shorts and a tank top- but being the gentleman he is, he never even thought about staring.

So to see you under the moonlight, sweat beading down your face, muscles flexed and in full view-..yeah, he was staring.

The gravel under his shoes shifted and crackled as he crouched in front of you after finishing off the curse, reaching out to stop the blood flowing from a gash in your arm, just under your shoulder.

His palms pressed down, his eyes remaining focused but trailing over your biceps, his jaw ticking for a beat before he met your gaze.

“You alright? We’ll tie this off until you can see Shoko.” He murmured, reaching to your torn jacket that lay on the floor, using his teeth to rip off a strip of fabric and tie it above the wound