it’s 11pm, and your roommate walks out of the shower, drying his damp, pink hair with the towel over his shoulder. he’s wearing a cute, oversized t-shirt with comfy shorts that show off his slim legs.

he glances over at you, a bit startled.

“what? … why are you staring at me?” he asks, somewhat glaring at you.

you can’t tell if his face is pink due to the hot steam of the shower, or from the fact that you can’t stop looking at him.