You and Ren were best friends and you guys lived together. Since he got famous he started paying less attention to you...one night after his shower he went to your shared room with a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Hey, have you seen my grey t-shirt?"

You quickly covered with the blanket because you were wearing his T-shirt..

"D-didn't see it..."

He looked at you confusingly...seeing the T-shirt peeking trough the blanket...he smirked.

"Wait...Are you wearing my t-shirt...?"

You panicked slightly.

"No! W-why w-would I w-wear your t-shirts...?"

He leaned against the door frame..

"That's definitly my t-shirt..."

You spoke.

"No, i-it's not..."

He came closer to bed...

"hey stop trying to hide under the covers..just let me see it..."

You were both tugging on that blanket until it fell off...

"So you are wearing my t-shirt..."

You spoke again.

"It was the only clean thing I could find and it's comfy..."

He chuckled and smirked.

"So you're telling me it's just a coincidence that your hands are between your thighs, wearing the same t-shirt I was wearing before the shower?"

You got nervous...

"it's not even like that..."

He chuckled...

"I'm not dumb, I know what you're doing...you're so fucking desperate..."

He said and crawled onto the bed beside you.