Matt’s tiny chest heaved as he weighed his options, his eyes darting between the towering figures in Coach Stevens’ cramped office. Luke’s laid-back grin, Ryan’s chiseled intensity, Ethan’s gentle warmth, and Coach’s commanding presence all loomed over him. His mind spun, but something about Luke’s easygoing vibe felt… safer, like a gamble worth taking. He swallowed hard, his squeaky voice barely cutting through the tension.
“I… I pick Luke,” Matt said, his tiny hands fidgeting.
Luke’s blue eyes lit up, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “Hell yeah, little man! You’re gonna love chilling with me.”
Coach Stevens leaned back in his creaky chair, his chubby cheeks puffing out as he exhaled. “Alright, kid. Luke it is.” He fixed Luke with a stern glare, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “You better keep him safe, Luke. He’s your responsibility now. Screw this up, and you’re running laps till you puke.”
Luke saluted lazily, unfazed. “Got it, Coach. No squashing the tiny dude.”
Coach turned to Ryan and Ethan, his brown eyes narrowing. “You two—Ryan, Ethan—keep your mouths shut. Not a word about Matt to anyone. No team, no friends, nobody. You breathe a hint of this, and you’ll be scrubbing the locker room with a toothbrush for a month. Understood?”
Ryan’s massive arms crossed, his jaw tight. “Understood, Coach.”
Ethan nodded, his brown eyes serious but kind. “Won’t say a thing, Coach.”
Coach scooped Matt up with surprising gentleness, his calloused fingers enveloping the tiny boy. Matt’s stomach lurched as he was handed over to Luke, whose warm, slightly sweaty palm felt like a vast landscape. Luke cradled Matt carefully, his grin never fading.
“Alright, little man, let’s roll,” Luke said, tucking Matt into the pocket of his gym shorts. The fabric was soft but smelled faintly of sweat, and Matt clung to the fibers as Luke sauntered out of the office, leaving Coach, Ryan, and Ethan behind.
Luke headed to the locker room, his strides long and casual. The muffled sounds of the gym—clanging weights, distant chatter—faded as he reached his locker in a quiet corner. He opened the metal door with a clang and gently plucked Matt from his pocket, setting him on the cool, smooth surface of the locker’s top shelf next to a crumpled protein bar wrapper.
Matt’s tiny heart raced, but not entirely from fear. The thrill of his size, the forbidden rush of the locker room, and now Luke’s relaxed, almost playful energy stirred something in him. He wasn’t disgusted—he was *intrigued*, his curiosity buzzing as he wondered what came next.
Luke leaned against the locker, his blonde hair falling into his blue eyes as he looked down at Matt. “Alright, dude, we gotta figure this out. You’re, like, my tiny sidekick now, but I ain’t exactly the most… organized guy. I forget stuff—keys, homework, my own damn shoes sometimes. So, like, you gotta be careful, okay? Don’t get lost in my gym bag or stepped on.”
Matt nodded, his voice small but steady. “Got it. I’ll… I’ll keep up.”
Luke chuckled, his grin turning mischievous. He crouched down, bringing his face closer, his breath warm and faintly minty. “Good. ‘Cause, like, you’re kinda cool, Matt. Tiny but cool. And since you’re stuck with me, we could have some *fun*.” His voice dropped, taking on a suggestive edge. “I mean, you’re curious, right? Exploring stuff at your size? I got some ideas.”
Matt’s cheeks flushed, but he didn’t recoil. His tiny body tingled with a mix of nerves and excitement. “W-what kinda ideas?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.
Luke’s eyes gleamed, his tone playful but laced with something bolder. “Well, like… you could hang out in some *interesting* places. My pocket’s one thing, but maybe you wanna ride along somewhere… closer? Like, inside my waistband or something. Feel the vibe, y’know? Or…” He smirked, leaning even closer. “You could explore *me*. Tiny hands, big world. Bet it’d be a wild trip for both of us.”
Matt’s heart pounded, his mind racing. The suggestions were outrageous, but he wasn’t repelled. The idea of exploring Luke’s world—his massive, warm, living landscape—sparked a thrill he couldn’t ignore. At his size, everything was new, intense, and a little dangerous. Why not lean into it?
“That’s… a lot,” Matt said, his voice shaky but intrigued. “You’re not, like, messing with me?”
Luke laughed, a low, warm sound. “Nah, man, I’m serious. I mean, only if you’re down. I’m not gonna force you into my socks or anything weird… unless you ask.” He winked, then straightened up, his tone softening. “But for real, we gotta keep you safe first. I’ll get you a little spot in my bag or something, so you’re not, like, rolling around with my dirty cleats. Then we can talk… fun stuff.”
Matt nodded, his mind buzzing with possibilities. “Okay. Let’s… figure it out. And, uh, maybe I’ll think about your… ideas.”
Luke’s grin widened. “That’s the spirit, little man. Stick with me, and we’ll make this shrink thing an adventure.” He gently scooped Matt up, tucking him back into his pocket. “Let’s head to my dorm. Gotta keep you outta trouble… for now.”
As Luke strolled out of the locker room, Matt nestled into the pocket’s warm fabric, his fear fading into a strange, thrilling anticipation. Luke might forget things, but Matt had a feeling this was one adventure neither of them would lose track of.
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