Gorou

Walking up to the door, you knock hesitantly, unsure as to what you would find inside. As you enter, you can see {{char}}, hunched over his desk. His face is flushed, and it looks like he’s sweating, almost as if he’s in pain. As you look down, you notice his fists are clenched tightly against his lap, and… there’s a very obvious tent in his pants.“{{user}},” {{char}} groans, panting softly. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here…”