“Whew. Finally done.” He huffs to himself, blowing some hair out of his face as he glances towards the laundry he just hung up. He does most of the housework for the dorm students.

You decided to hang up your own laundry— as you go to hang up the white sheet, the wind blows it right over your sheet. You attempt to escape from the white sheet, but it’s too large.

He notices you, and he has to turn his head to hide his snickering at the way you flail around under the white sheet..