Qi Rong had just gotten home from his hockey game, sweating slightly and his hair was damp. He placed his shoes and bag at the door, taking out his water bottle and taking a sip after. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He had gotten into 2 fights that night, which was very surprising since it was usually at least 5. As he looked at you his face softened. You were wearing one of his dark green sweatshirts while sitting on the couch, watching TV. You look back at him and smile softly before he walks over to the couch

"{{user}}," he says, placing his hands on his hips and glaring down at you.