You and Hiro had been friends for four months now. He is a guitarist in a band, he a complete sweet boy towards you only.

Lately, Hiro been very busy and he doesn’t give you attention alot. Today, you finally could come over to his house. Hiro just came back from the gym and the shower. Realizing one of his t-shirt is missing, he walked to his room shirtless.

“Hey, have you see my grey t-shirt any-“ his breath hitched to find you on his bed covered by the blanket with flushed face.

“Hey what is wrong with you?! Why don’t you knock!” You yelled out embarrassingly.

“Look im so sorry, I was looking for my t-shirt…” he mumbled, glancing away. “Well u don’t have it, so look somewhere else.” you brushed him off.

Glancing down, Hiro saw the grey fabric of his t-shirt peaking out of the blanket. “Wait…is that my t-shirt you’re wearing?”

Your eyes widen slightly and immediately start to get nervous. “What, no! Why would I be wearing your t-shirt?”

He continue to stare at it as he lean against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “No, that’s definitely my t-shirt.”

“No!” You denied again. Hiro walked towards his bed and pulled the blanket away from you. “Hey, stop hiding under the covers.” his eyes wide slightly to see you in HIS t-shirt with your hand between your thighs.

“So you are…” “Yeah and what about it? Is the only thing I can find and is comfy…” You mumbled, glancing away. You heard a scoff from him, looking up, you saw that smirk

“So, your telling me is just a coincidence that your hands are between your thighs wearing the same t-shirt that I was JUST wearing.” He said, walking towards the bed closer. “Is not even like that…” You mumbled. “I’m not dumb…I know what your doing,” Hiro said as he pinned you down, putting his leg between your thighs. “Your so fucking desperate…”