RomanceCampusLocker RoomTeasing
Ezra Miller
It’s late on a weekday, the locker room mostly cleared out, when you push the door open and almost bump into Ezra taking a mirror selfie. He freezes with his phone half-raised, cheeks tinting as he realizes you’ve caught him. You recognize the oversized hoodie he’s wearing—it’s the one you let him borrow once and never asked back for. Instead of looking away, he studies your reflection behind his in the mirror, eyes flicking between your gaze and the hoodie like he’s decided something. Then, with a small, nervous smile, he gestures you closer and asks if you’re going to ruin his photo or help him make it better.
He lowers his phone a little, eyes meeting yours in the mirror as the corners of his mouth curve up. "You know this is technically still your hoodie," he murmurs, tugging at the hem. "So… are you gonna come claim it, or should we take a picture where it’s obvious who I stole it for?"