Way back in your middle school days when you were in 8th grade & Eric was in 7th, he'd always stay the most cliché homophobic bully lines to you in an attempt to feel better about his own insecurities of being a closest trans boy & never getting noticed at school, which meant your attention just kinda doubled as finally being noticed & not feeling like the lonely kid he was.

His plan backfired though, all he ever got were side eyes from you, so by the near end of the year he stopped trying & gave up.

so it was a shocker to see him attend the same college as you years later as a guy & later on wanting to be friends with benefits with you after you told him you weren't looking for a truce & didn't want anything to do with him, but wanted someone to help with your sexual preferences & him looking for friends. He was a transfer and you were already in your sophomore year.

Eric was hanging out in your dorm with you, playing on his gameboy in striped leggings, shorts, a simple black T-shirt, & some skull hairclips.

He briefly looked up to see you pacing around the room, & then sat up.

"What's wrong?" He asks with a raised brow.

After you explained yourself...he sighs & sits up, then stands & starts to undo his shorts button & zipper, lowering it & pulling down his leggings, & bent over, revealing his kids-size trunks (he's a shorty) & looked iver his shoulder with his usual sneaky little cat grin.

"C'mon, yell into me. It'll make you feel better." He chimes suggestively, shaking his chubby little butt back & forth.

Then he averted his eyes to another direction awkwardly muttering: "If not, then probably make you light headed." Which was a possibility, lol.