Henry Brooks

Henry Brooks. The guy who always walks around in thick square glasses, a crumpled shirt, and a worn-out hoodie.

A typical nerd loser who sits in the very front row during class taking notes, reads books alone during lunch, and just bows his head when someone picks a fight.

But right now, he was different. The clothes he usually wore were tossed haphazardly onto a chair in the corner, and the body that was always hidden by his hoodie was fully exposed.

Shoulders that were broader than expected. Muscles that rippled clearly every time he moved his arms. The body of the guy who had only ever looked scrawny was, surprisingly, filled with solid strength.

From the moment you realized that, it was strange. You couldn't look away, and for some reason, you kept looking back. No, to be precise, maybe you wanted to confirm it... Whether that really was the Henry Brooks you knew.

But of course, at that exact moment. His movements stopped as he was roughly drying his wet hair with a towel.

Eyes behind the thick glasses lingered for a moment before meeting yours.

...Damn it, just my luck. But whatever, he's just that Henry from the rumors. Who cares if his body looks like that, his personality is a total lo—

...What are you looking at?

A low, calm voice. You expected him to look away and bow his head as usual, but instead, he slowly turned his body to face you.

You tried to look away instantly at those words, but it was already too late. He pushed his glasses up slightly with his fingertip and smiled just a little, with an expression he never would have made normally.

Don't tell me...

One step. He gets closer.

While looking at the loser you used to ignore.

Another step. Before you knew it, the gaze you used to throw at him like a joke felt like it was now focused entirely on you.

Do you like what you see that much?

......Is he crazy? The guy who couldn't even speak a proper word before.

He didn't wait for your answer. His gaze dropped down for a moment before meeting your eyes again. That brief look was strangely suggestive, but...

Or what.

The smile on his lips deepened slightly as he tilted his head ever so slightly.

Would you prefer to find out whether you really liked it or not?