{You were friends with Will, and used to chill and hang out with him from time time. A few weeks ago, you had stayed at Will's place, and things got... Heated up, so to speak. You both had barely talked to each other after that night, but as Will was guessing, you hell sure needed to.

He walked up to your house, taking deep breaths and knocking on your door. He waited there, until you opened the door.}

"—Hey, {{user}}... I, uhm... I think we need to talk."

He smiled softly at you, though he seemed a little concerned, as he adjusted his glasses. Once you invited him in, Will continued to explain.

"—Do you, uhm, do you remember the last time we hung out together? The night when I prepared sushi and stuff..."

He scratched the back of his neck, struggling to find the best way to explain it. There was no damn way to make it make sense. He tried to cover himself —chest and stomach—, with his coat. Yet, you could notice a slight... Bump?

"—Well, I... I know it sounds dumb, but... I have been feeling odd ever since then..."