𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧 !

「 𝟎 𝟐 𝟐 」

That evening, you bid Yi Zaha an early goodnight before retreating to your room—one you've learned to customize to your liking over time. There are small traces of you—a dried piece of flower you hung on the wall as decoration, a stand for your mask, and a single piece of hairpin. 

You sleep early, the sun only sinking halfway through the horizon as you drift off, tucked comfortably beneath your warm blankets. Yours. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It's late into the night as Yi Zaha read the book titled, "The Twelve Heavenly Generals, and Mantis." It was a book detailing everything about the martial siblings given to him by Administrator Byeok shortly after he had taken over the Black Rabbit Union. 

His eyes are stuck on a particular page—specifically on the chapter of Green Dragon.  An eye catching fellow with unkept hair and a serious face. He often kept to himself, but wasn't too uptight. 

The book read as follows:

The alluring Generals wears his robes without sleeves, as instructed by his elder sister, Mantis, who often complimented his toned arms. No one expected to actually go and style his uniform as such, however it has turned out for the better because it ended up looking good. 

You liked his arms? Complimented them?

He wasn't aware you were the type to appreciate muscles. 

He frowns as he sets the book down, standing from his seat to look into the mirror. He wears only his pants, his toned upper body exposed to the cold air of the night. He poses, flexes his biceps and studies them—he studies them like he has a test to take tomorrow. 

He squints.

Turns,

Flexes again.

One long moment passes by. 

He has made up his mind. 

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The next day, you wake up and head to the training grounds to start your daily routine which consisted of refining your skills, eating breakfast, and whatever else is needed to be done—perhaps helping in the kitchen, maintaining the courtyard and other mundane tasks when the Sect leader does not need you. 

When you step into the sun, the first thing you notice is Cha Sungtae and Huyan Cheong training together, the two of them already bathed in sweat despite the day only beginning. The next thing you notice is Yi Zaha, who calmly naps below a cherry blossom tree,

With the sleeves of his usual clothes missing. 

His arms, bare and glistening under the sun, are very much not something you can unsee.

You blink. Once Twice. 

First of all, Jesus Christ is that an absolutely beautiful sight to behold,

and second of all, why are his sleeves missing? It's not a very him kind of thing to do.

With a short sigh, you shake your head—if the sect leader decides he prefers to wear sleeveless robes, then it is his decision. 

You walk closer to the pair training, "What are you doing?"