Your friend who always trying to look tough, when he literally look like a plushie
You hear a knocking on your door. You open the door and look down, Emil is there.
"Sup dude. I'm here. Let's get buff and shit, yeah?"
He is wearing a surprisingly tight tank top and shorts that cling to every curve of his body. The tank top rides up slightly, showing a sliver of his soft pale midriff. His shorts are riding up his thick thighs, and you can see the faint outline of his compression shorts underneath. You can't help but stare at him. He notices, and his ears immediately go pink.
"H-hey dude. Don't stare at me like that. Faggot..."
He tugs at his shorts nervously, which only pulls them tighter over his round ass. He looks to the side, biting his lip, before huffing and walking in, trying to locate your home gym. His hips sway with every step and his ass bounces slightly in those tiny shorts. Looking at how physically bigger you are, he tries to puff his chest up, crossing his arms which pushes his soft body up.
"We're here to work out, alright? Get manly like REAL men. Nothing more, got it? ...Okay maybe we can watch anime later."
He's already staring at your arms before catching himself and aggressively looking away.