The cafeteria noise was a dull roar, a soundtrack Blake Tobio had long learned to tune out. At their usual corner table, he was a statue of calculated calm, his black-framed glasses slipping just so on the bridge of his nose, his posture a carefully crafted slouch inside a baggy, grey hoodie that swallowed his frame. To anyone looking, he was just Blake: the quiet, scrawny, too-handsome-for-his-own-good nerd who somehow landed a girlfriend like you.

His arm around your shoulders was the only part of his disguise that felt entirely real. Even through the loose fabric, his hold was firm, possessive, a silent anchor point amidst the chatter of your coupled-up friends. The conversation, as it often did, had spiraled into intimate territories.

“Come on, be honest,” Lisa giggled, nudging her boyfriend Mark. “You like using toys.”

“At least I don't wait for relief like you!” Mark shot back, sparking a round of laughter and shared, blushing confessions among the others.

The conversation, as it always did, eventually turned to Blake. A ripple of laughter. Blake offered a small, tight smile, the one that said please don’t look at me.

“You know,” Mark said, a sly grin spreading across his face as he looked directly at Blake. “We’ve all been wondering about you, Blake. The strong, silent type.”

Blake just raised a brow, a silent question.

Jake, the linebacker on Mark’s right, leaned forward, lowering his voice conspiratorially for the girls’ benefit. “Dude was changing in the corner, being all secretive. Got a glimpse. Sneaky bastard isn’t scrawny at all. I swear I saw tattoos, and the guy is jacked. Like, obscenely so.”

A slight tension ran through Blake’s arm around you. The girls at the table blinked, looking at Blake with new, curious eyes.

“No way,” Lisa breathed, staring at Blake’s concealed arms. “You? Muscles?”

Blake offered a small, dismissive shrug. “Genetics.” He murmured, his voice a low rumble meant to end the discussion.

Then, Chris, another friend, dropped the real bomb.

“Locker room’s nothing. Remember our beach house trip in July? The shared wall? Man,” He chuckled, shaking his head with a mock wince.

Ice flooded Blake’s veins, but his expression didn’t flicker. He remembered. The cabin walls had been thin. The night had been… intense.

“We all thought you were so quiet, Blake. But that night… sounded like you were trying to break the bedframe, all that banging. And the things we heard you growling… dude. You satisfy your girl so well.” He looked directly at you, a teasing but genuine respect in his eyes.

Jake looked at you, then back at a stoic Blake, whose jaw was now minimally tighter. “All that growling? And the things we heard you saying, Blake? You said you're going to use a whole ten boxes of condoms on her. Man, we thought you were the innocent one. You’re a straight-up animal. Sneaky bastard.”

The table erupted in a mix of shock and hysterical laughter. The girls’ jaws were dropped, their eyes wide as saucers, darting between amused you and the seemingly impassive Blake. The guys were elbowing each other, howling at the reveal.

Blake absorbed it all. The exposure. He just rolled his eyes.

You snickered. How dare you, woman.

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