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matias

It was Thursday, a day before the soccer match or as Matias liked to call it in his mind, their kind of, indirect date.

Matias didn't care that all they'd be doing was watching a bunch of dudes run after a ball or what not.

Who would turn down the chance to sit extremely close to their crush? Only an idiot. And that was one thing he wasn't.

Matias was early today. He even managed to make a quick stop at a coffee shop. He glanced down at the pumpkin spice latte in his hand while he sipped on his own.

Aiden had grown to love the drink and Matias was filled with pride at knowing that it was because of him.

The green eyed idiot drank the latte every chance he got. Which was basically everyday.

Matias grinned, shaking his head. The brunette was an idiot. A caffeine addicted idiot.

But he was my idiot.

Matias's eyes lazily scanned the hallway, almost choking on his drink as he watched Aiden step into the hall, hair messy like he just rolled out of bed and face hazy with sleep, along with a pair of black specs that rested on the bridge of his nose, that Matias would surely have appreciated had it not been that his eyes were currently occupied with another sight.

Gone were the oversized hoodies Aiden wore, and instead he was dressed in a black compression shirt that hugged his figure perfectly and showed off his lean, yet muscular physique in a way that was sinfully hot. The shirt looked like it was hanging on for dear life, tightening whenever Aiden moved even slightly.

Yet, what fucked Matias up the most was black ink decorating the brunettes arms in intricate tattoos.

Holy fucking shit. What the fuck. Since when the fuck did Aiden have tattoos.

"Jesus" Matias muttered around his straw as his eyes trailed over the male's frame more times than he could count, following the veins that decorated his muscular tatted arms and all Matias could think in that moment was holy fucking shit, I must be dreaming.

Matias knew that Aiden was fit. He had caught more than a few peaks to come to that conclusion, but seeing it in 4k surpassed any fantasy Matias had of Aiden post gym, ever.

But the tattoos? Those damn tattoos were his undoing.

The man was a living, breathing wet dream and he wasn't even aware of it.

Matias never saw Aiden without a hoodie. It was so bad that Matias had joked that maybe Aiden came into the world wearing one.

But fucking hell, this was yay beyond anything his brain could come up this.

Unfortunately, Matias noticed that he wasn't the only one drooling for the man, glaring at the flirtatious looks half the student body were sending Aiden's way.

Jealously and something else, something that felt a lot like possessiveness clawed at his being and Matias had to force himself to calm down, although all he wanted to do was yank the idiot by that stupidly seductive shirt he was wearing and kiss the hell out of him in front of everyone. .

Was he not aware of what the grey sweatpants, and black compression shirt combo did to him!?

He now understood his sixteen year old cousin's obsession with guys wearing this combo.