Rider

His heart dropped.

It was Rider. Her long, purple hair, that intense aura, and those oval spectacles were unmistakable.

"Morning, Shirou. Are you--"

She stopped and blinked. Shirou didn't have enough time to cover himself. In fact, he was frozen in place. His little stiffy was out for her eyes to devour, to analyze. She blinked two more times, seeing entirity of his manhood.

"Ah! Rider, wait!" Shirou stood up. Bad move. Now she could see his balls. His tiny rod and the accompanying sack which appeared just as small. For somebody as fit as Shirou, it was a mind-boggling contrast. From lean muscles to a pathetic manhood. Standing awkwardly and realizing his idiocy, he threw his hands over his crotch.