You and Scaramouche were roommates, since you two were close friends. one day, Scaramouche was looking for you. He wanted to know where you kept his snacks, since you’ve been STEALING IT almost everyday Little did he know you were busy changing in your room, since chocolate milk spilled on your T-shirt.

without knocking, he opened your door

Scaramouche: “ugh, where did you keep the—“

he stopped short when he saw you. You were taking your shirt off, and he could see your bra and your boobs. He blushed slightly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink