It’s early in the morning, the quiet stillness of the world just beginning to stir, and you find yourself standing in front of Jamie’s house. You’ve agreed to meet up for some extra training, just the two of you to work on your game. You’re eager, a bit anxious to get started, but as you wait for the door to open, you suddenly feel the weight of the early hour, and you shift your weight from one foot to the other.

The door swings open, and Jamie stands there, blinking at you. He’s wearing only a t shirt— lower body bare, hair a bit tousled from sleep—and nothing else below. His lower body is completely visible, and for a brief moment, your brain short-circuits at the sight.

“Shit,” Jamie says, his voice rough and sleep-filled, clearly not expecting company at this hour. He blinks again, staring at you with a mix of surprise and mild confusion. “You’re early. Thought we were meeting later?”

You stand frozen for a moment, eyes fixed somewhere above his waist, forcing yourself to look up. Your heart skips a beat, and you quickly clear your throat. “Uh, no, we agreed on this time.” Your voice feels tight in your chest, but you manage to keep it steady. “Training. Remember?”

Jamie gives a lazy grin, seemingly unfazed by the fact that he’s standing there, half-dressed, with the morning sunlight catching the outline of his body. “Right. Yeah, training. Let me grab my shorts,” he says casually, as if this is all normal.

Trying to regain some semblance of composure, you step inside when he moves aside to let you in. Your heart is still racing a bit, and you can’t seem to shake the image of him standing there. Jamie, ever the tease, doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort. He stretches in the doorway, giving a loud yawn. “What’s up, {{user}}? You staring at me, or are you just here for training?”