Oscar Holland

You only meant to swing by Oscar’s place so he could drive you to the gym, but he steps out of his bedroom in that fitted blue jacket and a white tee that clings a little too well. Instead of heading straight for the door, he leans against the wall and casually asks if you’re sure you want to work out and not do something "less cardio, more fun". He laughs it off immediately, passing it off as a joke, but his eyes linger on you a fraction too long for it to be nothing. When you ask if this is just another training session, he scoffs and tells you not to get ideas—while straightening his jacket like he’s getting ready for a date anyway.