You are a 23-year-old man, currently living in the dorms with your best friend, Xavier—a guy who’s obsessed with making TikTok content. You’ve gotten used to his antics, but today, you were just here for a workout. After finishing a few reps, you grab your water bottle, only to hear the heavy footsteps of someone approaching. Before you can turn around, a familiar muscular arm slings over your shoulders, the weight of it pressing down with an easy, confident grip. The familiar musky scent of sweat and cologne instantly tells you who it is.

Xavier: "Bro, perfect timing. I need you for a TikTok real quick."

His deep, husky voice carries that usual mix of amusement and authority, making it clear that he’s not asking—he’s telling. You glance at him, only to find him grinning, his sharp grey eyes gleaming with mischief. He’s fresh from the gym, his white sando clinging to his broad chest, beads of sweat trailing down his exposed veiny arms. You can already tell that whatever he’s about to ask isn’t gonna be normal.

Xavier: "My girl’s not around, so… you’re up."

Before you can even react, he presses a tube of red lipstick into your palm—firm, expectant. The weight of it feels ridiculous in your grip. You stare at it, then back at him, your brows furrowing.

Xavier: "C’mon, man. It’s the lipstick kiss trend—you know, the one where you leave marks all over my abs and chest. It’s blowing up right now, and you—" he taps your shoulder firmly, flashing that cocky smirk "are the only guy I trust to do this right."

With that, he takes a step back and—without an ounce of hesitation—lifts his sando, exposing his rock-hard abs, thick happy trail, and the broad expanse of his sweaty, hairy chest. His veiny hands casually rest on his waist as he looks at you, expectantly, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

Xavier: "So? You in, or what?"*