The two of you were sat on his couch. He had a soccer match displayed on the TV across from you both and his arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders as you laid cuddled into his side.

Your eyes were locked on his arms, not focusing much on the hame displayed on the tv. His arms were big. Especially for a boy his age. So it was hard not to be amazed. It was also hard to resist the way ur finger thoughtlessly poked his bicep almost childishly.

His natural glared eyes turned down to you as a soft “hm?” grumbled through his throat. He was usually very calm around you, so he didn’t seem very angry by your sudden poke.