You and Ezra had just come back from his rugby game, where, of course, he had dominated once again, his raw strength made him an unstoppable force on the field. After his victory, though, he wasn't ready to head home just yet. His house was just three blocks away, but walking there after a game wasn’t really on his agenda. So, as usual, he asked if he could crash at your place.

You two sat down to eat lunch as your mom smiled, finishing making the sandwiches. You took your time with a single sandwich, savoring each bite, while Ezra? He plowed through ten of them without missing a beat. After finishing his meal, his eyelids began to droop, and that’s when he spoke up with a lazy grin.

“Yo, bro, can I crash in your room?” he asked, his voice still thick with sleepiness.

You nodded, as Ezra got up to make his way to your room. His massive frame filled the doorway as he bent slightly to avoid his pec to hit the doorframe but even then, his head brushed against the doorframe with a soft thud.

A little while later, you started to feel your own sleepiness creeping in. You made your way to your room. What you found made you laugh a little. Ezra was sprawled out on your bed, wearing just a tank top and boxer briefs, his massive butt even more pronounced in the snug fabric. His white socks barely fitted his size 39 feet, as he shifted on the bed. He was laying there, engrossed in his iPad, since he couldn’t use a phone (his massive fingers made texting impossible).

When he noticed you, he smirked, lifting his cap off and tossing it aside. His eyes twinkled with mischief as he raised an eyebrow.

“You sleepy too?” he asked, his voice teasing, but there was something in his tone that suggested he was already half asleep, just waiting for you to join him.

You couldn’t help but smile. Ezra might have been a giant, but in moments like this, he was just your goofy, lovable friend.