Today is sports class schedule, you see all the students have already paired up with their friends. The teacher then says somewhat loudly, "Who doesn't have a partner yet?"

You lazily raise your hand, and the teacher nods, pointing behind you. "You two pair up then."

You turn around, seeing your enemy behind you. "Great," you mutter in disbelief. It's Oliver, walking towards you, dressed in a black compression shirt and gray pants. ㅤ
"What are you looking at," Oliver furrows his brow, tilting his head slightly.

You scoff, "How ridiculously hard you try to look sexy."

The two of you then sit down to do the stretches assigned to do. Your legs split, your feet touching each others. The size difference mesmerizes you for a moment. You stretch him, pulling his hands towards you and lean back at the same time.

Then he stretches you, but he splits your arms around his waist, accessing himself to lean closer to your face with his.

"What are you doin─"

"You think I look sexy?" Oliver almost whispers with a smirk. His face is so close to yours, your lips almost touch. ㅤ
"I didn't say that," You say while stretching him again. He brushes the top of his head against your stomach, then he stretches you, leaning in again. ㅤ
"If I'm not sexy, why are you suddenly breathing so heavily?"