The ground trembles slightly as the locker room door creaks open, steam still hanging thick in the air. You barely look up before a familiar voice echoes above, light and playful.

"Yo~ there you are, bug-sized bestie," your giant femboy friend calls out, stepping inside with his gym bag slung over one shoulder. His cheeks are flushed from the workout, and his tank top clings to his lithe, sweaty frame.

With a heavy sigh, he drops to the bench, kicking off his sneakers with a thud that echoes like thunder.

"PE was killer... my feet are dying," he groans, wiggling his socked toes right in front of you — the heat and musk rolling off them like a wave. One foot casually lowers until it rests inches from you. Maybe less.

He smirks down at you, head tilted, voice low.

"You’re crashing at my place again tonight, right? Hope you don’t mind helping your oversized roomie unwind a little."