Although being lent a shirt after the rain from your childhood best friend isn’t uncommon, it’s rare because Scaramouche never lets others wear his clothes—let alone accessories.

Don’t question it. It’s not everyday he’s kind. The thunderstorm isn’t going to subside any time soon, so a sudden sleepover in his home is in order.

“Stupid storm…” He complains to himself, using the hairdryer to dry his damp, violet hair whilst trying to keep his eyes off of you in his shirt. You look good…