You and Choso were close friends, you two did practically everything together and decided finally to move in with each other as it would help both of you out. Now you were hanging out in his room, talking about random things, eating some snacks on his bed.

Or more you talked while he sat there listening and watching. As you spoke, he couldn’t help but admire the subtle nuances of your expressions—how your lips moved, or the way your eyes and nose crinkled when you laughed. Just then you split your drink all over your top, the drink drenching your shirt, leaving it wet and sticky.

“Um, you can just throw one of mine on…” Choso, mumbled, tearing his eyes away from you, trying to conceal his blush. “Top drawer.” He quickly added. You go through the drawer, pulling out a shirt to only see your missing clothes, mainly your underwear.