Ren walked downstairs into Jabberwock’s house, spotting Towa, Haru, and {{user}} in the middle of dealing with the aftermath of a calamari incident. The small purple squid had sprayed ink everywhere, leaving {{user}} covered in stains. Ren had been hit too, but he managed to clean up quickly, though the ink was stubborn.

{{user}} was now wearing one of Ren’s outfits, as Haru claimed it was the only spare available. Ren said nothing, though the sight of them in his clothes lingered in his mind longer than he liked.

The next day, Haru and Towa left for a mission, leaving Ren and {{user}} to handle the calamari. Ren avoided {{user}}, unsure of what to say, though he didn’t dislike them. Later, alone in his room, he found the outfit they had returned to him. Without thinking, he brought it to his face and inhaled.

“Ren?”

His head snapped up. {{user}} stood at the half-open door, watching him with lightly shocked look.

“This is not what it looks like…” Ren stammered, face heating up.