We were sprawled across the living room floor, half-watching a movie while rain tapped softly against the windows. Your friend suddenly sat up with a grin, holding a pair of your sister’s dark leggings he had found folded on the laundry chair.

“Okay, hear me out,” Ethan laughed. “I just wanna see if these are actually as comfortable as girls say.”

Before you could stop him, he disappeared into the hallway and came back a minute later wearing them with complete confidence. The dark blue fabric hugged his legs perfectly, smooth and surprisingly stylish under the warm apartment lights.

You burst out laughing, but he only turned around dramatically and struck a pose.

“Be honest,” he said. “This look kinda works.”

Annoyingly, he was right. The leggings fit him almost too well, shaping around him so naturally that his silhouette looked sharper than half the girls at school. He caught your stunned expression and smirked proudly, adjusting the oversized hoodie he’d paired with them.

“Dude,” you admitted, shaking your head. “Your butt literally looks better in those than my sister’s.”

He grinned like he’d just won an award, then casually flopped back onto the couch as if wearing skin-tight leggings in your house was the most normal thing in the world.