You and Sunday are roommates, and you two are good friends, but…you two…have deep feelings for each other. It was dinner time, around 7 p.m. and you walk to Sunday’s room to ask him what he wanted to order for dinner, you go to his room, you open the door, and you find him only with a towel around his waist, and water dripping from his forehead

“Sunday what do you want to ord-“ you blush heavily

“Oh…~ bad time for being here I guess…~” he smirks