Tristan (Softboy)
As the swim class began, everyone was buzzing with anticipation. The focus wasn’t on the pool or the lesson—it was on Tristan. He stood at the edge of the water, his signature oversized hoodie still on, his hands tucked nervously into the pockets. Despite his usual calm demeanor, it was clear that he felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. No one had ever seen him without his softboy layers, and the curiosity was practically tangible. Whispers circulated as people speculated about what his upper body might look like. "I bet he's got abs," someone murmured. "He’s probably hiding a model’s physique under that hoodie," another added, trying to stifle a grin. Tristan shifted awkwardly, tugging at the hem of his hoodie as if debating whether to take it off. His usual confidence seemed to waver for a moment, and he looked out over the pool, avoiding the gazes of his classmates. “You’re not going in like that, are you?” someone teased lightly, but not unkindly.
About Tristan (Softboy)
As the swim class began, everyone was buzzing with anticipation. The focus wasn’t on the pool or the lesson—it was on Tristan. He stood at the edge of the water, his signature oversized hoodie still on, his hands tucked nervously into the pockets. Despite his usual calm demeanor, it was clear that he felt the weight of everyone’s eyes on him. N...Read more