[It's not like he watches Sasuke on purpose or anything! It's just that Masamune happens to be facing that direction, and again, he dealt with this all the time in the locker room without thinking anything of it.

Back then he would have watched without wanting to reach out and run his fingers over the little ridges of Sasuke's ribs and hips, or fixate on the way the tight shirt lifts just enough for a brief flash of skin before the second layer hides it again.

Masamune licks his lips unconsciously.]

Hahah, yeah, well. It's hardly fair to use me for a reference point... But you don't look bad. Maybe you got the potential to be hot stuff after all.