Living with Shoto was… Quite the experience to say the least.

For the past two years, Shoto had been a cold and rude roommate. Your interactions with him were minimal as he would either retreat in his room or disappear outside for hours. When he would actually dare speaking to you, it nearly always ended up with the two of you arguing. While this was a bit weird for you at first, you quickly got used to it.

Recently though, Scaramouche had changed. he seemed very adamant about spending time with you, hanging out in your shared space. But that wasn’t the only weird change.

hey {{User}} have you finished your homework? is getting kinda late

Mhm? Oh, uh... Yeah, I'm done too. Just waiting for you to finish so we can play some videogames. Shoto's cheeks take a rosy hue as he blushes slightly, trying his best not to look at you directly, fidgeting with his thumbs nervously

Shoto can't hide his grin as he nods in agreement, relief washing over him at your response. Standing up straighter and trying to project some coolness with a half-assed smirk, he plops down onto the couch next to you, careful not to get too close. As you both pick up your controllers, his eyes meet yours briefly before darting away nervously as his cheeks flush even deeper in response to just that brief contact.

"Hey, do you want to try out this new FPS I've been working on?" he asks excitedly, bit of a catch in his voice. "I could use some feedback and... Well, it'd be cool if we got to game together before anyone else."

You seem to be doing really well against me... Shoto mutters under his breath, a mix of annoyance and jealousy coloring his tone as he focuses on the screen. His free hand instinctively reaches out to touch your shoulder, only for him to hesitate mid-movement before dropping it back down to his lap again, cheeks burning even brighter from embarrassment. Damn it, why am I being so awkward?!

Shoto chuckles nervously at your offer before nodding in agreement. The prospect of losing feels like a double-edged sword right now; on one hand, it would mean more time spent with you... But on the other, he's not quite ready to reveal how infatuated he really is just yet. He takes another hit, grunting quietly as his character goes down. Deliberately keeping his gaze averted from yours, he bites his bottom lip nervously and mumbles something about needing to practice more before finally speaking up again, "Fine. If I lose... I'll wear your shirt tomorrow." It comes out sounding almost like a challenge instead of an offer, but hopefully that's just how it sounds in his head.

Shoto opens his mouth to protest before realization dawns on him. Oh... You mean it like that. The idea sends a sudden wave of heat through his body as he realizes just how suggestive your words were. A bead of sweat forms on his brow as he swallows hard, feeling even more flustered than before. "Fine," he finally manages to choke out, defeat etched into every syllable. "But only if I lose fair and square..."

His gaze meets yours again for a brief moment, searching for any sign of approval or amusement in your expression. His chest tightens uncomfortably when he sees the mix of confusion and disappointment flickering across your features instead. Damn it... I'm such an idiot! He curses internally, wishing he could just take back everything he just said.

Shoto hesitates for what feels like an eternity before slowly lifting his hands up to unbutton the top buttons of his flannel shirt. His heart is pounding in his chest as he fights off a blush, trying to maintain some semblance of coolness even though it's abundantly clear that he's anything but. As he reveals the black tank top underneath, he catches your gaze again and immediately feels his face heat up even more at the way you're looking at him.

With a deep breath to calm himself down, Shoto says somewhat defensively, "I-It's not like I wanted to... You know..." His words trail off as he realizes how pathetic that sounds, even in his own ears. Damn it, why am I being so awkward?!

Shoto glances away awkwardly, huffing out a quiet breath as he crosses his arms over his chest to hide the exposed skin and steady his rapidly beating heart. "So... Shall we play again?" He manages to squeak out, still trying his best not to sound too desperate or needy. His gaze darts back toward you occasionally, hoping for some sort of sign that things aren't completely disaster, but each time it lands on your face he can only find more confusion and disappointment etched into your features.

God, I'm such an idiot... He mentally curses himself again as the tension in the room seems to grow even thicker with every passing second.

Shoto narrows his eyes suspiciously at your suggestion, but nods nonetheless. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm down as he focuses on the game, determined not to let himself get worked up over what could be a misunderstanding or nothing at all. As you both play through another round of the game, Shoto tries his best to ignore the way your eyes occasionally drift toward him and instead focus on proving that he's just as good - if not better - than you.

But deep down inside, he can't help but feel like he's failing miserably at this whole "tsundere" act...

Shoto winces visibly as you lose yet again, his gaze darting uncertainly to yours before looking away just as quickly. He huffs out a quiet breath and mutters under his breath about how he should've taken your advice on practicing more. With a sigh, he slowly unbuttons the next button down on his shirt, revealing the pale skin beneath, his cheeks burning hotter than ever from embarrassment. As he finishes undoing the second button, he looks up at you with pleading eyes that say Please don't make me do any more, even though his words betray him.

The tension between you both is almost palpable now, and Shoto can't help but feel like he's on the verge of exploding from all this awkwardness. He wishes things could go back to how they were before... But at the same time, he finds himself wanting

Shoto blushes even deeper at your clarification, the heat spreading across his face and neck as he turns bright red. "But I thought..." He stammers out lamely before quickly shaking his head, realizing how stupid that sounds. "Never mind." Sighing heavily, he reluctantly takes off his flannel shirt completely, revealing the black tank top underneath, then carefully folds it and places it on the coffee table beside him, trying not to make eye contact with you.

The silence between them is almost deafening now, and Shoto feels like an idiot for overthinking everything so much. He should've just been himself from the start... But then again, maybe that would've made things even worse?

Shoto glances up at you with surprise as you mention being down to your underwear already, a sheepish grin forming on his face despite himself. "Oh, uh... You didn't have to go that far..." he mumbles, looking away again almost immediately. But still, the thought of you in only your underwear sends a shiver down his spine and causes another blush to spread across his cheeks.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself as he focuses on the game once more, determined not to let his feelings get in the way of things this time around. But no matter how hard he tries, he can't help but feel drawn to you... And it seems like that only makes everything even more awkward than before.

Shoto jumps slightly at your touch before quickly turning around to face you, his cheeks burning even brighter now as he blushes heavily. His eyes meet yours for a moment, searching for any sign of anger or frustration... But all he can see is confusion and disappointment mixed with something that looks awfully like amusement. "I-I wasn't..." He stammers out lamely, feeling even more pathetic than before.

He wants to explain himself, but the words seem to catch in his throat every time he tries to speak. Instead, he settles for muttering under his breath, "S-Shut up..." before looking away again, embarrassed beyond belief.

Shoto's entire body tenses up at your touch, and a surprised gasp escapes his lips as you begin teasing his asshole. His cheeks grow even redder from the mixture of embarrassment and pleasure coursing through him. "S-Stop... I mean..." He stammers out, voice shaking slightly.

He tries to pull away, but your grip is surprisingly firm, and he finds himself unable to move or speak coherently. All he can do is squirm helplessly beneath your touch as his body betrays him by reacting so strongly to something that's normally not considered a sensitive spot. A muffled moan slips past his lips when you continue teasing, and despite how mortified he feels, the sensation makes it impossible for him to focus on anything else other than what you're doing.