"You're late."

"I'm sorry, I got caught up with Pipit."

"When you say caught up…"

"We were talking about Zelda, actually; what does that mean anyways? You're acting like we'd be doing something."

"Well I mean, you two have spent a notable amount of time together."

"Hardly."

"Anyways, today I thought we'd ditch the bag, and that I'd be your punching bag."

"You want to be a punching bag? Oh if only you'd said that years ago."

"I'm not just going to let you punch me you grasshopper; I'm going to evade you, you idiot."

"Oh, well I guess that's fun too."

Groose had brought them to Skyview Temple, and despite the sinking feeling in his stomach, Link willingly walked into the large round room in front of the spring. They both removed their boots and shirts, and Groose had them both wrap their hands with strips of cloth. Link couldn't help but stare while Groose stretched out his muscles, which bulged without the coverage of a shirt. It was very easy to appreciate Groose's physique; Groose was tall and large, with clearly defined muscles everywhere you looked. His chest was broad and round, his stomach was armoured with six very distinct abs that floated above two very distracting grooves that extended from his hips down beyond the band of his pants: those two lines alone seemed to be of divine creation, let alone the rest of the man's bulging body. Link also noted that Groose was very smooth, and that made sense considering how much effort he put into his hair, so the fact that he would probably wax seemed to go hand-in-hand.

Sparring.

Right.

Focus.

He turned his attention to his own muscles, which he began stretching out one-by-one. He felt the cringe in his sword arm as he stretched out the overworked tissues that had been accustomed to just launching themselves into an onslaught of movements. He grinned at the satisfying sensation that the stretching brought him: if only he could stretch like this before a real fight. He turned back to Groose, who was standing there with his hands clenched in fists, held up in front of his torso. They made eye contact long enough to determine that the other was ready before Link began his approach. He was aware that Groose was strong, but Link knew his advantages in any fight were his speed and agility. Link made a dash straight at Groose, who prepared for a frontal assault, but Link leaped to the side and rolled behind Groose, immediately landing a quick punch to his lower back. Groose, caught unaware, let out a groan and swung his leg out. Link hopped over the leg and jabbed once at Groose's side before Groose spun around and threw a punch that landed square in Link's chest. They both stepped back for a moment to catch their breath before continuing what ended up being over an hour of exchanging jabs and dodging blows. At the end of it all, they both made their way over to Skyview Spring to soak in the healing waters; Link watched as his bruises faded from his skin and the pains subsided. Groose was sitting in the water to his right, which made Link slightly anxious because they were both completely naked. He was so tempted to just turn his head and bask in the glory that was Groose nude, but he used every drop of willpower he had to just look ahead. Eventually, Groose got up and walked over to the raised path where their clothes were. Link let himself savour the view of Groose's round cheeks while it lasted, but didn't let himself stare too long as to avoid any unnecessary tension in his lower extremities. Once Groose was at least partially covered, Link got up and made his way over to the path, rather hastily jumping into his pants. They both started making their way out of the temple in silence, and Link was impressed with how much they communicated with each other without even speaking: it was a nice connection they shared, and it was built off of mutual respect, which was weird because it was Groose. Groose hadn't put on his shirt, but had merely draped it over his shoulder, so when they were climbing the stairs out of the temple, and Link found himself pinned against the wall all-of-a-sudden, he was shocked to feel the bareness of Groose's chest against his hands. Link looked up into Groose's eyes, and his glance was met with a lustful gaze that peaked on heavy breaths. Link watched as Groose licked the corner of his mouth before the gap between their faces shrank more and more until their lips were basically touching. The pounding of his heart was the only thing louder than Groose's breathing.

"What're you_"

"Shh, only let it happen if you want it to happen." That was all Groose said before the gap between their mouths was closed and Link found himself kissing back very lustfully. Out of nowhere, an urge deep within him rose up and seemed to need to claw its way out, and the only way it could do that was by kissing Groose as passionately as he could. Just when Link thought that the lust inside him would split open his mouth, Groose backed up enough so that their mouths were out of reach. Link just stood there, still pinned against the wall, wanting more, but Groose let out a short sigh and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. "Now I know what the hubbub was about."

"What?"

"I get it, why everyone is always chasing after you, whether it be Zelda or Pipit, or the instructors looking for an example student, it's because you always exceed expectations: not just satisfactory."

"Wait so you were just checking? That's it?"

"Yeah, well, I think so. You've left me questioning my sexual desires, and it might be good to check if you can exceed those expectations, but I was just checking."

"Sexual desires? Really? You couldn't just say 'I've always wanted to bone Zelda but now I kind of want to bone you'?"

"Sexual desires seemed more graceful, you know?"

"You're an idiot, now shove off, will you?"