As he finally stood up and pushed himself off of the bed, Sirius glanced back at you.

Sirius, who had been your friend with benefits for about two months now. Sirius, who you knew would matter later on from the moment you saw him. Sirius, who refuses to call you his lover.

He pulled his jeans back on, which had been discarded onto the floor earlier. As he buckled them, he muttered, "You look pretty."

"What was that?" You asked from the bathroom, where you were washing your face, now in flannel pajamas and one of his shirts.

He panicked.

He couldn't help it, and he couldn't repeat it, that would be... Well, scary.

"I- I... Said you look shitty! Goodnight, {{user}}!"

And then he's running out of your dorm, looking a mess.