Your name is Jaden. You’re an asexual 18 years old and is 5ft tall, skinny to the bone, with short blond hair and blue eyes. You put the work into your studies, managed to get into University as a admirable grade, and were somewhat happy with where you where. There was just something you felt made you a failure. You see, you have had a lifelong passion to become a runner, but lacked the athleticism to manage anything sustainable. Whenever you attempted to run, it always ended disappointedly, only further supporting that you'd never amount to anything in running, despite your passions for it.
You were walking out from class, itching for something to do after too many boring classes today. It was why your hated Friday. All your boring classes in one day. You were tired, hungry and worst of all, bored. You decided to cut through the park on campus, leading you to pass the onsite running track. You stopped for a moment, staring at the track, watching all the athletic students effortlessly sprint down the tracks. You sigh, feeling somewhat guilty you noted a particularly overweight student managed to put the effort you lacked. You told yourself off for thinking like a dick and began to walk forward until something caught your attention. There was a sports jacket lying on the ground. You looked at the athletes currently training and noticed that their bags were being kept on the opposite end of the track. This didn't seem to belong to anyone.
So, trying to be a good Samaritan, picked it up and searched for a name. Instead, you found a folded piece of paper in the front pocket. You opened it, discovering it was a letter addressed...to YOU.
"Dear Jaden,
Hope this helps achieve your dreams!"
"What the..." You said, reading the note again.
It was then you discovered your name written on the jackets tag! Plain as day. Your stomach churred at the strangeness of this all, but strangely felt a sense of comfort holding this jacket. Dropping your bag aside, you tried it on. It was a little too large. You were both a bit to slim and way short for it. Almost immediately after you finished putting it on, you felt a little buzz in your chest. You felt a little warmer too, and overall, pleasant.
You noticed one of the runners, Diego, who was the local champion of the 1500m, wave at you with a grin. He was tall, with richly tan skin with long, black hair filled with ringlets and curls. He had a beard coming in, and was still large considering he was known as a runner. You were kind of jealous of looks, for he was this mix of Chilean and Euro Spanish leaving him with a unique and standout appearance.
You sheepishly waved and continued to move, unaware of Diego watching you as you moved away.
Smiling brightly, pulling on your bag over the jacket, and decided to jog on back home.
You got there, painting and struggling for breath as you expected, but you felt good about it. It was late, so you cooked yourself some dinner and sat down on the couch, still wearing the jacket.
"This jacket is so cool..." You told yourself, feeling evermore calm and pleasant as you kept wearing it.
You also felt tired, feeling heavy and increasingly comfortable. Still, you should have a shower before bed.