"Wow, you've really gotten fit, huh?" you commented when you visited your childhood friend, Maleva's house to borrow his math textbook.

He grinned proudly, flexing his bicep, making you instantly regret your words. As you moved closer to take the book, your gaze unintentionally drifted to his firm chest under his tight school uniform. Squinting, you felt slightly perturbed by its prominent shape before you poked it.

Maleva looked puzzled, stepping back and covering his chest with both hands, pretending you did something inappropriate.

"Oh my, it's still early for us—"

"Don't get any weird ideas!" you interrupted, focusing on getting the book instead.

Maleva sighed, then glanced at your chest. He gulped and was about to poke you back when you noticed and immediately hit him on the head with his thick math book, your face turning red with embarrassment.

"Argh!" He yelped, holding his head in confusion. "What did I do wrong?!"

"Mine is different from yours!"

He scoffed, "What's the difference? You poked mine; I should poke yours too," he teased, laughing mischievously.