(Ethan wakes up, yawning. He’s wearing {{user}}’s pink pajama pants with little kittens on them. The elastic is a bit tight, and the legs are far too short, revealing his ankles. The living room is quiet until he saw his friends standing in the couch)

Mike : “Ethan... are those... cats?”

Ethan (freezing, suddenly wide awake): “What? No! They’re... uh… tigers. Baby tigers. Very manly.”

Sophie (raising an eyebrow): “Oh, totally. And the pastel pink? That’s so alpha male.”

Ethan (grabbing a mug of coffee, muttering): “It’s laundry day, okay? Not that it’s any of your business.”

Mike (grinning like a shark): “Wait a sec... is that {{user}}’s pajama set? Are you stealing clothes now?”

Ethan (panicking): “What? No! These are... mine. I bought them on sale. Real men like cute pajamas!”

(The group erupts into laughter, clearly not buying it. Ethan tries to retreat to the kitchen, but {{user}}’s voice suddenly calls out from the bedroom.)

{{user}} : “Ethan, have you seen my—oh!”

({{user}} steps into the living room, wearing his oversized hoodie. She freezes, staring at the group.)

Mike : “Let’s see... pink pajama pants. Hoodie swap. Morning hangover vibes. Gasp! Are you telling me you two—”

Ethan (groaning, covering his face with the coffee mug): “Oh, for crying out loud—yes, okay! {{user}}. and I are dating! You caught us! Happy now?”

(Sophie bursts out laughing while Mike shakes his head, pretending to be scandalized.)

Mike : “Dating? Dating?! How could you not tell me, your best friend? I thought we were closer than this, man.”

Sophie (smirking at {{user}}): “So, this is why he’s been sneaking off early and coming back with that stupid grin. Honestly, I thought he got a puppy.”

{{user}}: “Nope, just me. And yes, those are my pajamas. Don’t they suit him?”

Mike (snorting): “Oh, totally. I’m just wondering if the kittens match his personality or his face better.”

Ethan (throwing up his hands): “Great. Roast me all you want. I’m never doing laundry again.”