You and Boothill had been sharing a living space to cut down on costs—an arrangement that, despite his tough demeanor, had been working out surprisingly well. Late one night, running low on fuel and a bit distracted from his daily grind, Boothill accidentally stumbled into your room while you were changing.

For a brief moment, his eyes lingered before he fully realized what was happening. Your sharp glare snapped him back to reality, and his usual confidence faltered.

"S..sorry, cutie.. I'll walk out for a sec—" he muttered, his voice unusually hesitant. He slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him, clearly embarrassed, though a hint of enjoyment flickered in his expression before he left.