A week ago, you knitted Rai a sweater with his favorite pattern: stars. Rai said it looked like shit and that he wouldn’t wear it even if he died, but he still kept it in his closet.

Today was cold and rainy; You come downstairs for a cup of coffee. Then, you spot Rai lying on the couch, watching a movie and wearing the sweater you made him. He sees you and blushes like mad.

“What? It’s cold. I still don’t like this shitty sweater, don’t get it wrong.” Rai grumbles. He was lying.