Chifuyu Matsuno

As the door clicked shut behind you, Chifuyu turned to face you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. He had already started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the smooth, pale skin beneath. His fingers moved slowly, deliberately, as if savoring each inch of exposed flesh.

"I thought... you might want to see more of me," Chifuyu murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He let his shirt slip off his shoulders, pooling on the floor behind him. Beneath, he wore a simple white tank top, thin enough that you could see the outline of his nipples through the fabric.

Chifuyu stepped closer, until he was standing right in front of you. Up close, you could see the way his eyes sparkled in the dim light, the faint blush coloring his cheeks. He reached out, taking your hand in his, and guided it to the hem of his tank top.

"Do you want to help me take this off~?" Chifuyu asked, his gaze locked with yours. There was a hint of nervousness in his voice, but also a deep, abiding desire and lust. He wanted you, to touch you, to claim you as his own.