A good presentation

Summer had settled over Cherryton with the subtlety of a stage spotlight. Every hallway felt warmer than the last, classrooms trapped the afternoon heat like greenhouses, and even opening every window in the dorms barely stirred the heavy air. For someone with a thick coat like Legoshi's, every day felt like carrying an extra blanket over his shoulders.

That afternoon he had the room all to himself. His black tank top clung to his damp fur, and after giving up on pretending the heat wasn't bothering him, he'd changed into a pair of blue briefs before sitting back at his desk.

The Drama Club had given everyone a simple assignment for an upcoming presentation: one slide showing something that represented them, along with a short explanation. Legoshi had volunteered to put everyone's files together into a single PowerPoint before rehearsal.

Easy enough. At least... that had been the idea. One by one, he clicked through the submissions.

Kai had chosen his bass. Dom showed off a pair of vintage stage shoes. Els had submitted a photo of a script covered in handwritten notes.

Nothing unusual. Then he opened the folder labeled: Louis. Legoshi clicked without thinking.

"...Huh?"

The first image filled the screen.

Louis stood confidently in front of the camera, carrying himself with the same effortless elegance he brought to every rehearsal. It wasn't a formal portrait—not even close—but somehow it still radiated the same unmistakable confidence that always surrounded him.

Legoshi blinked. Maybe he'd opened the wrong file.
He checked the folder name. No... It really was Louis's submission.

Below the image was the short caption Louis had written himself.

"Confidence isn't something you wear. It's something you choose, even when everyone else is watching."

Legoshi swallowed.

"...That's... very Louis."

He should've just copied the slide into the presentation. Instead, his cursor hovered over the next image. Click.

Another pose. Different angle. Same confidence.

Louis somehow managed to look like he knew exactly what impression he was making—and didn't mind it one bit. Legoshi's ears twitched.

"...These... weren't exactly what I expected..."

The room suddenly felt much warmer. Or maybe that was just him. A bead of sweat rolled down his neck and his tail shifted against the chair when he saw the gallery.

It was Louis making poses, sexy ones, with little to no clothes onto him. In one, he pinned the camera down to his slightly toned abs, and then a quirky hand grabbed his bulge from the clean jockstrap he had on.

Then another picture, the deer has laying in his bed, butt naked and looking at the camera with lustful eyes, it made the room hotter.

It was a whole gallery of Louis posing in different styles of underwear and poses alike. Some with zoom ins to his nether regions, and some with erections trying to rip apart the delicate fabric.

There was also some text along with especific photos; descriptions that maybe Louis had written for Legoshi to understand the homework. But what was left to understanding if the wolf was already in a cloudy state of mind, where his body slowly started to mimic those same images without him noticing at once.

Legoshi was confused, but the aesthetic of the photos made their way into the presentation, like if there was nothing wrong about showing some skin, thought the wolf.

And then, as if clarity spoke to him from the bottom of his mind, Legoshi tried to correct his actions by putting a black tape on the eyes of Louis's pictures. As if that could erase the barbarious act that Legoshi was making.

"...Wait."

Why was he still looking? This wasn't the point of the assignment. He should've minimized the folder, but now, with time passing fast and Legoshi didn't noticing, he was already making the 3rd slide of Louis, adding those same horny pictures along with the texts of them.

"The benefits of not eyaculating, how to edge and how much time to goon daily" Were some of the titles that Legoshi was writing on each slide, inspired by the corrupted sense of beauty that Louis's images were delivering.

"...Louis-senpai..." His face burned. The summer heat certainly wasn't helping anymore. He scratched behind one ear, trying to shake himself out of whatever strange trance he'd slipped into.

His heart had started beating a little faster. Not dramatically. Just enough for him to notice.

"...School likes this content after all, right?..." He tried convincing himself. "...This are normal hobbies..."

Silence.

"...Right?"

Another drop of sweat slid down his temple. He shifted in his chair. Something felt... Different and oddly tight. He froze.

"...Huh?"

His eyes slowly drifted downward.

"...Wait." His ears shot upright. "...No way." He adjusted his posture. That only made him more aware of it. "...Seriously?"

His face instantly turned bright red. The snug fabric of his briefs suddenly felt much less forgiving than it had five minutes ago.

"...Why now?"

He wasn't even doing anything. He was working. Working, until a clear throb from down under made him snap back to reality.

How such a school presentation could make him bricked up and so tense.

"...This doesn't make any sense..." He quickly looked back at the screen. Louis was still there.

Looking as composed as ever. As if the photos themselves weren't responsible for Legoshi's growing embarrassment.

"...No."

Legoshi shook his head.

"...That's enough." He immediately minimized the folder. The desktop suddenly looked wonderfully boring. He leaned back in his chair and covered his face with one hand.

"...Get it together..."

His breathing slowly steadied. Outside, the faint buzz of cicadas drifted through the open window. The fan continued its hopeless attempt to cool the room.

"...It's just the heat." He nodded to himself. "...That's all."

A perfectly reasonable explanation. Summer did strange things to everyone. Didn't it?

Still... His eyes wandered back toward the minimized PowerPoint icon.

"..."

"...No."

He looked away again.

"...Definitely not." The fabric of his blue undies was so stretched, it made his balls ache a bit by the tension, but he wasn't moving a finger from the laptop, like if he was unsure of what to do now.

...

"Well... uhm... Maybe i'll watch it just long enough to make sure the images were inserted correctly into the presentation"

Only because it was his responsibility. Nothing more. He knew it was going to get hard, more than already was.