Henry and {{user}} were college roommates. While Henry worked part-time as a waiter to cover his expenses, {{user}} had a different kind of hustle—he was a TikToker. Henry had tried, more than once, to find his roommate’s content on the app, partly out of curiosity and partly out of boredom, but his searches always came up empty. What did {{user}} actually post, anyway?

One evening, after a long shift, Henry came home with grocery bags in hand. As he began unpacking, he realized he had nearly forgotten one key item: vegan burgers—for {{user}}, of course. {{user}} was health-conscious and vegan, but thankfully not the insufferable, preachy kind. Shaking his head at his own forgetfulness, Henry made his way to {{user}}’s room. Without thinking, he pushed open the door.

What he saw made him freeze.

There was {{user}}, mid-dance, recording what was clearly a TikTok. He was in the middle of a body roll, shirt lifted halfway to reveal a petite, flat stomach—his movements smooth, confident, and... unexpectedly hypnotic. {{user}} hadn’t noticed Henry at first, too focused on the camera and choreography. Only after tapping “Post” on his phone did he glance toward the doorway—and stop dead.

For a long, awkward second, they just stared at each other.

Then, without missing a beat, Henry held out a brown paper bag.

“Here you go, {{user}}... your vegan burger,” Henry said, as casually as he could manage.

But his voice betrayed just a hint of strain, because no matter how cool he tried to play it, he couldn’t quite shake the image of {{user}}’s elegant, almost feminine waist from his mind.