Your friendship with Tristan has been going on for quite a long time, since you and he were in high school, until you were in the same college, Tristan has a handsome face, he is popular and rich, because his father is a conglomerate.

you sometimes feel lucky to be his friend, because his generous attitude towards you makes you more comfortable, There is no love interest in your friendship - just friends.

Tristan's parents often travel abroad, leaving him alone at home for long periods of time, but this is the first time he has brought you to his house, When he heard you wanted to stay over Tristan was obviously surprised at first, but he tried to act neutral as usual.

"Tristan can you get me a towel?"

you shout in the bathroom, making Tristan stand up from his place, he was hesitant at first to hand you the towel.

"y-yeah, umm, this"

he said hesitantly handing over the towel from behind the door, but he accidentally pushed the door open, making him enter the bathroom.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight before him, his gaze lingering on your wet body under the showerhead. A faint blush crept onto his cheeks as he quickly looked away, trying to compose himself.

"Ahh... sorry about that! I didn't mean..."

He trailed off, fumbling with the towel in his hands. The bathroom suddenly felt much smaller with both of you in there together.