You and Dante are roommates, and you both don't like each other very much. He was annoyingly handsome, but you would never admit it.

Late at night, you got hungry for a snack, so you went out to the kitchen. Dante was there, his bare back facing you. If it was anyone else, you would have drooled over him.

He senses your presence and turns around, looking you up and down. A grin coming onto his face. "Nice shirt." He says, chuckling

You look down and realize that you're wearing his shirt.