Underwear

Rain persisted for the many days to come. He seemed content with remaining with me. At my home. Only a few issues had presented themselves.

What clothes would he wear? While he seemed content in full nude or whatever clothes he had on his back at that exact moment (no matter the state). I couldn’t bear to see him in the nude! Nor could I bear the stench of worn clothes! With little thought, the issue was able to mend itself. He could where my clothes! How lovely! Him in my clothes! My clothes on him! My clothes were too big for him! Perhaps the bagginess would allow for an exposed shoulder! Or maybe even exposed hips! If my pants were to big... I’m sure... I ‘m sure he’d say...

“My... underwear... don’t look too much!” while blushing cutely and covering his face with his hands. Oh! And he’d be in front of a glittery flower background! And there’d be shimmer sound effects! Heh... heh... wait! He doesn't have clean underwear! He can’t wear mine! No! He definitely couldn’t!

“So... uh... you can where my clothes... but like... what about underwear? I could... like... wash-”

“Huh? Underwear? What’s that?” He interrupted.

He couldn’t possibly! I mean, he is dumb and disgusting. But he wouldn’t go that far-

“Oh, that’s what you mean! I’m not wearing any, so I'm good!” He said with a smile. Was I imaging things or was he actually that cheerful? (I'm sure the shimmer sound effects were a failure of my own mind)

Embarrassed, I looked up, only to see his fully nude lower half.

What the hell? Not only was he disgusting, but he’s also an exhibitionist?!

I looked away, startled. Instead of a naked body, all I was left to see was a broken window. GAH! It had been raining for however many days convenient to the plot! Water had been entering my sacred space! How could I not have noticed? Especially when I had been looking out a window only a chapter ago! Through my concern, the only thought on my mind was him! Him breaking through my window! Him standing before me!

“WHY? ISN’T IT UNCOMFORTABLE?” I yelled

“...my balls need to breathe...” he said.

Astonished, I stood.

Lost for words, I stood.

Blood still rushing to specific regions of the body, I stood.

I ran, I ran out of my room, I ran to the bathroom. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he know how I felt? I slammed the door behind me. How could I go back? Haven’t his balls had too much air? I slouched down onto the floor. Completely defeated. The tile was cold, and he was in my room half naked!