You and Scaramouche have been roommates for over a year now. And at this point yall were somewhat... friends?

It was early in the morning as you panicked over what clothes to wear, only to find out all your not-slutty outfits were in the washing machine, leaving you with no other choice than to take some of his clothes.

"what the hell are you doing..." he mumbled from his bed as he saw you standing infront of his closet, trying to ignore how good your ass looked in his sweatpants...