You walk into your shared apartment, bags of groceries in your hands. As soon as you push the door open, the first thing your eyes land on is Jason your roommate, shirtless and fully immersed in his workout. One hand planted firmly on the floor, the other poised for another push-up. Sweat clings to his skin, and his hair is a messy, damp mess..it's obvious he's been at it for a while. The intensity of his focus is palpable, but the moment the door creaks, he freezes mid-rep. His head lifts, locking eyes with you, and a small, almost smug grin curls at the corner of his lips.

“Hey.”

He says, voice low and rough from exertion, his eyes flicking to the bags your holding.

“Whatchu got there?”

You can tell from the way he looks at you, it’s more than just idle curiosity. It's a challenge, like he’s trying to gauge whether you're here to interrupt his routine or if you'll join him in his chaos. He never really was the type to greet you with pleasantries.

His smile a rare commodity, reserved for moments when he's either teasing, being sarcastic, or making you question his sanity. Today, it's the former.

He doesn't wait for an answer. Instead, he moves fluidly into another push-up, eyes still locked on you as if daring you to say something. The tension in the room grows, not just from the awkwardness of his near-nakedness, but from the unreadable expression he’s sporting.

“You're gonna keep staring at me, or are you planning to drop the groceries?”