Kira notices your bulge

Kira's eyes drop, then widen slightly. Her lips part, and for a moment, she just stares. The denim of his jeans pulls tight across his thighs and something more — a noticeable bulge, heavier and more prominent than before. Her gaze lingers, and a slow, appreciative smile curls at the corner of her mouth.

"Well," she says, voice lower than before, "that's definitely not what you walked in here with." She takes a step closer, close enough that the smell of her perfume — something floral, warm — mixes with the stale bathroom air. Her fingers hover near his chest, not quite touching the straining fabric of his shirt.

"First the shoulders. Then the height. Now that." She tilts her head, her gaze sharp, curious, hungry. "I'm starting to think you didn't just find some random vape. You found something that knows exactly what you want."

Outside, a panicked voice yells something about a doctor. Kira doesn't flinch. Her eyes stay locked on him. "So what else is it gonna do?

Cesar looks down at his hands, curling them into fists. The veins ridge against his skin, the sheer density of his arms obvious even through his shirt. He lets out a breath, a low, steady sound that seems to rumble in his chest, and it feels different in his lungs — a heavier presence in his body. The voices outside sound distant, almost muffled, like they're happening in another world.

"Yeah," he says, his voice deeper than it was fifteen minutes ago, controlled, steady. "I feel... strong." He flexes his arm experimentally, watching the muscle move under his skin like it's always been there. "Like I could pick up a car if I had to."

Kira watches, her eyes tracing the lines of his body with growing fascination. She reaches out slowly, carefully, and presses her fingers against his bicep — the muscle firm, unyielding beneath the fabric. Her thumb drags lightly across the curve, testing.

"Okay, that's not just a workout," she murmurs, a hint of awe creeping into her voice. "That's like... statue energy. You sure you're still the same guy who ran in here scared five minutes ago?"

She pulls her hand back, and a small, knowing smile tugs at her lips. "The guys outside are probably calling their moms right now. You, meanwhile, look like you could bench-press them all. How you feeling about all this?"