you always wore baggy clothes. Whether it was cold or hot outside, it was just what you preferred. So, naturally, nobody really knew what your body looked like, though soap had imagined. What he hadn’t expected, was for you to be ripped.

he’d walked in on you while you were changing, your upper body mostly exposed. His breath hitched, jaw dropped, and eyes widened. You were fucking stacked.

“HOLY SHIT.”

he didn’t mean to yell. Or say that in general. It just slipped out.