Genma's hand snaked up to rub at the back of his neck, and his tired eyes showed a hint of self-consciousness under Kaito's indicting gaze. "Um, yeah. They did." It was something he'd always taken for granted, before his Eros training. By the age of ten he'd had girls trailing him around, leaving him valentines and whispering to each other about him. And boys, a gang of friends who would pretty much do what Genma said.

Charisma was what Amari-sensei had called it, when she took over his training. And taught him how to use it.

He studied Kaito, the handsome face showing boyish innocence and mischief in equal measures, the lean, athletic body built for style. The only thing Kaito lacked, Genma could almost hear his sensei's voice saying, was confidence. Well, and a whole lot of training.

"You already know how to be cool. Remember? You can be cool with me, right?" Genma grinned and dropped his hands into his lap again. "Look at you, totally at ease, talking about girls with a guy in the locker room. That's got some major cool points."