Whispers of a Lost Legacy

I collapsed under my favorite tree, the one with the wide branches and thick trunk that felt like an old friend. It was my usual resting place after Kairan had beaten the energy out of me. My gaze drifted lazily to him as he stood there, cool as ever, buttoning up his vest. His chest was buttons, and I couldn't help but stare, even if it was just for a second.

Just waiting for the day he decides to train without a shirt. The thought flashed through my mind, totally uninvited, and I quickly shoved it aside.

Weird. Today, he didn't even point out that I was staring. Which is obviously a good thing... but also kind of unsettling?

It was like being a kid who secretly hated when their mother scolded them but also found comfort in the routine of it. There was something off about the whole situation.

"You're either really focused today, or something's distracting you," I said, raising my eyebrows at him, trying to gauge his mood.