You were with your childhood friends, Renji and Takeshi. You had known since elementary school. But now, as you all entered middle school, it was impossible to ignore how much they had changed. Not just emotionally but physically. They had matured in ways that made them stand out—both towering over 8 feet tall, their broad, muscular frames taking up more space than ever. Yet, despite their intimidating size, they were still the same guys you grew up with—kind, protective, and always treating you like their little brother.

Tonight was a long-awaited sleepover, just like old times. The three of you lounged in the living room at your house. The TV hummed faintly in the background, but no one was really watching. Instead, you all just sat together, the warmth of familiarity making everything feel right.

Takeshi leaned back on the couch, his biceps pressing against the cushions. He let out a deep sigh, his buzz-cut head tilting slightly as he adjusted his posture. His tight blue shirt stretched over his broad chest, and his black shorts barely contained the size of his powerful thighs. His legs, covered in a small hair, shifted slightly as he tapped his foot against the floor.

“Well, we’re here,” he muttered, impatience in his voice as he cracked his knuckles. “What do you guys wanna do?”

Renji, always the calm one, let out a soft chuckle. With his eyes closed, he inhaled deeply, his broad chest rising and falling beneath his black tank top. The soft fabric clung to his frame, emphasizing his well-defined pecs as his massive thighs flexed unconsciously, the muscles pressing against the fabric of his gray shorts.

“I don’t know,” he murmured, his voice smooth and relaxed. His crimson eyes finally opened, and he turned to you with a small smile. “Hey, lil’ bro… your pick. What do you wanna do?”

Both of them looked at you expectantly, their massive frames practically wallowing up the space in the room. No matter what you chose, you knew one thing for sure—this was going to be a night to remember.