Jaune turns, startled, dazzled by his own bafflingly heavenly vision, and... something does come up. That is, if her gaze is still focused where it was, she'll be able to see, even through his jeans (and the athletic strap restraining and defining the area beneath them), that he's swelling to attention as his gaze finds her.
He blinks, takes a staggering, uncertain step. Suddenly, it's all her can do to focus on Zelda herself and not on the mental image of just what her legs, hips, and ass would look like if she was undressed; if the two of them were in his tent or even a blanket on the beach. It's an entirely vivid, all-encompassing fixation, and he goes beet red in an instant.
It's not as though those kinds of thoughts are new to him. He's always been... easily drawn to other people, and he's always been imaginative. With seven sisters he grew up with a solid, unromantic grounding in feminine physique, so he's never been the sort to leer, that's the thing. And dorm living in Beacon on a team with two girls means platonic sisterly images weren't the end of his education - Nora in particular had occasionally been spectacularly cavalier about where and when she changed. You learned to live with it, he'd thought, and he'd always been a gentleman about it before.
So it's strange to him that the sudden image is so compelling, and his face goes red. His fantasies are usually safely confined to the showers, not so deeply rooted in what's going on right in front of him.
"What?!" he blurts, baffled, not only about her sudden retreat but about what's going on in his own head. "Wait. I... what?"
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He blinks, takes a staggering, uncertain step. Suddenly, it's all her can do to focus on Zelda herself and not on the mental image of just what her legs, hips, and ass would look like if she was undressed; if the two of them were in his tent or even a blanket on the beach. It's an entirely vivid, all-encompassing fixation, and he goes beet red in an instant.
It's not as though those kinds of thoughts are new to him. He's always been... easily drawn to other people, and he's always been imaginative. With seven sisters he grew up with a solid, unromantic grounding in feminine physique, so he's never been the sort to leer, that's the thing. And dorm living in Beacon on a team with two girls means platonic sisterly images weren't the end of his education - Nora in particular had occasionally been spectacularly cavalier about where and when she changed. You learned to live with it, he'd thought, and he'd always been a gentleman about it before.
So it's strange to him that the sudden image is so compelling, and his face goes red. His fantasies are usually safely confined to the showers, not so deeply rooted in what's going on right in front of him.
"What?!" he blurts, baffled, not only about her sudden retreat but about what's going on in his own head. "Wait. I... what?"