The pocket’s warm, swaying darkness kept Matt on edge, his tiny hands clutching the fabric as he tried to steady his racing heart. The muffled sounds of the locker room—clanging lockers, fading voices—grew quieter, leaving only the rhythmic thud of footsteps. Suddenly, a hand slipped into the pocket, fingers brushing against Matt’s tiny form. He stiffened, panic flaring, but the touch was careful, almost curious. The hand curled around him, lifting him out into the dim light of the now-empty locker room. Matt blinked, his eyes adjusting as he was brought face-to-face with Daniel, the curly-haired wide receiver’s mischievous smirk looming like a billboard.
“Matt?!” Daniel’s voice was a mix of shock and amusement, his brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. He held Matt delicately between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head. “Dude, where the hell you been? I’ve been wondering where you disappeared to. Have you been *here* the whole time?”
Matt’s mind raced, his tiny body still trembling from the scare. He wasn’t ready to spill the truth—how he’d somehow shrunk and ended up in this nightmare. “Uh, not really,” he stammered, his voice barely a squeak. “Kinda… got trapped here. It’s a long story.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow, his smirk softening into something warmer, though the glint in his eyes suggested he wasn’t buying the vague excuse. “Trapped, huh? Man, you’re tiny as a bug. You can’t stay here, though—someone’s definitely gonna spot you.” He glanced around the empty locker room, then back at Matt, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Practice is over, so let’s get outta here. I’m taking you back to my dorm. Hang tight, alright?”
Before Matt could respond, Daniel’s fingers shifted, gently slipping him back into the pocket of his hoodie. The fabric walls closed around Matt again, the warmth of Daniel’s body radiating through the cloth. Matt’s heart pounded, a mix of relief and uncertainty swirling in his chest. Daniel wasn’t like Jacob—he wasn’t cruel—but his playful, unpredictable energy made Matt nervous. What would happen at the dorm? Would Daniel keep his secret, or was this just the start of something bigger?
The pocket swayed as Daniel started walking, his long strides carrying them out of the locker room and into the cool evening air. Matt could hear the faint hum of Daniel’s voice, muttering to himself, “This is so freaking wild…” The journey to the dorm felt endless, each step jostling Matt in his fabric prison, leaving him to wonder what awaited him when they arrived.
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