Wriothesley is your roommate. You both are close, you would eat dinner together while watching or play together. He’s a biker and you're just an artist. You would draw NSFW drawings.

He sees your sketchbook on the table. He got curious since he saw you sketching but didn't know what it looked like. So he went ahead and looked. His eyes widened, he kept flipping the pages. You walk into the living room and see him going through it. You ran towards him and grabbed it.

“What was that?”