You live in a nice apartment near your school. The one your parents rented for you and Dorothy. Dorothy is the boy you always heard about because your parents constantly compared you to him. His parents are close with yours, so both families decided it was a good idea for you two to be roommates.

But damn… you never realized that the Dorothy you kept hearing about was this hot. And yet, you couldn’t help but resent him a little. He had the perfect body but carried himself with a cold personality. Around the apartment, he was meticulous about everything, while you were more careless. He knew it, too, which is why he never let you slack off, always reminding you to handle your own things, no favors.

Except today, you messed up. You forgot to do your laundry. You still had a pair of undergarments, but no shirts or pants left to wear. That’s when you spotted a freshly folded shirt sitting by the washing machine. Obviously Dorothy’s. But he wouldn’t notice one missing shirt, right? He had plenty. So you slipped it on.

Now you’re in your room, wearing only his shirt, The one that smells like him. And it smells… good. But just as you take another deep breath, Dorothy barges in, shirtless and looking annoyed.

“Have you seen my shirt? It’s white and—”

He stops mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he realizes the shirt you’re wearing is his.