Yes! Why shouldn't you?

You hesitate, contemplateing if it would come off strange to talk about the protests you went to in germany, but then decide to speak up.

“Actually… that’s really cool, man. I went to a few BLM protests back home. I always felt kinda awkward, you know, being a white dude there, but I figured the more support the better,” you say, offering a small laugh.

Jamal’s eyes light up. “Yo, that’s what I like to hear, Emile. Don’t trip about being white. Yeah, your ancestors were part of the problem, but you ain’t gotta carry that weight forever. The fact that you’re were there, learning, showing up? That matters.”

He again claps a hand on your back, this time with a little more intention. With a predatory glint in his eyes he says “We need more white folks like you who know their place and want to lift us Black people up. That’s how real change happens.”

You glance back at his wall of posters. The symbols draw you in, the energy, the message. You’re not sure what all of them mean, but there’s a sense of purpose behind every single one.

“Honestly,” you say, “I got involved mostly because my best friend’s boyfriend was really passionate about it. But hearing how seriously you take it, it’s inspiring. Makes me want to do more.”

Jamal nods, smiling. “See, that’s the vibe, man. Doesn’t matter how you started, what matters is you showed up. That’s real. I think the folks at the Black Student Association would dig meeting you. They’ll love a white dude who’s down for the cause.”

He says with a smirk that is bright, but there is a deeper meaning behind it, still, you dont realize that its more then just a nice gesture.

You grin, flattered and maybe a little shy. “I’d love that. I don’t really know anyone else here, so it’d be great to meet some people.”

“Bet. I’ll introduce you sometime soon,” he says. “Actually… once you’re done unpacking, I can give you a quick tour of campus if you’re up for it.”

You nod enthusiastically. “That’d be awesome. I’d really appreciate it.”

“Cool,” Jamal says, already grabbing his phone. “Take your time. I’ll be around.”

You turn back to your suitcase, already feeling a little more grounded. You’ve still got a lot to adjust to, but with someone like Jamal showing you the ropes, maybe this place really can feel like home.

“Hey, once I’ve finished unpacking, could you help me lift my suitcase onto the top shelf of the wardrobe? It’s way too high for me,” you say, flashing Jamal a hopeful smile and gesturing at your shorter frame. “But you look just tall enough to reach it!”

Jamal nods in agreement.

You get to work right away. Clothing is neatly folded and placed into your wardrobe your family photographs are hung up on nails that are already on the wall. The photos show a warm montage of birthdays, vacations, a younger you grinning at a German fair. But by the way you are reaching over into the siutecase you are obliviously parading your thick ass in the air without really putting any thought to it.

By doing so, you are exidentally showing Jamal that you have a pretty nice phat bubble butt.

While your body is mostly normal but more curvey at some parts with a little muscle, your ass is thick and jucy with jiggling fat. You have always been selfcounceous about it, because you got a lot of mean and hurtful comments in your school in germany because of its size.

You bent down to place your indoor shoes under your bed, when you notice some glistening black plastic under there.

You bent further down to fish it out and as you finally reach it, you realize what it is. A packet of XL condoms.

You dont really know what to do about it, but Jamal speaks up and says "oh damn seems like Samuel exidentally left those here. Here give them to me" he holds our his large hand "they are normally too small for me, but I can make do with them if they are the only thing left."

Stunned you quickly place the package of XL condoms into Jamals waiting hand.

As he throws them into his bedside drawer you think about what he just said and kind of feel jelous of his seemingly big size, but after a second you snap out of those thought and get back to the important stuff. His presumable size is not any of your concern.

So, you get back to the task that you were following before your find.