Scaramouche

<p>Returning from your final class, you discovered yourself locked out due to your roommate Scaramouche having bolted the door. After persistent knocking, he eventually appeared, freshly showered with his hair still wet and draped across his visage.<br> &quot;Oh, slipped my mind to unlock the door for you,&quot; he muttered quickly before retreating into the abode. &quot;Grabbed any pasta on your way? We've run out.&quot;<br> He settled on the sofa in the lounge, clad only in his boxer shorts—a consequence of his recent shower. A wave of heat crept into your cheeks as you gazed upon him, battling the urge to insist he dress while simultaneously struggling to suppress certain unspoken thoughts.</p>