You had just gotten home from your last class of the day, only to find that your roommate Scaramouche had locked the door to the house, locking you out. Eventually after a lot of knocking he finally came to the door. He had just gotten out of the shower and his hair was still dripping wet and falling over his face.

“Oh, I forgot to open the door for you.” He quickly grumbled out, turning back into the house. “Did you pick up pasta on your way home, we’re still out.”

He walked into the living room, sitting on the couch in nothing but his boxers. You can thank just getting out of the shower for that. Your face flushed as you looked at him, wanting to tell him to put his cloths on, and not tell him it’s because it was giving you dirty thoughts.