Choromatsu sat in the living room, reading dirty mags for whatever reason, it's not that important. He's home alone.
"I'm home alone..." He mutters, flipping through a page. He sits up, and starts to unbuckle his armor.
Y/n knocks at the door, no response. Y/n grumbles and starts to call the house number. Choromatsu stops on his tracks, his pants half way down. He hastily makes his way to the phone, tripping over his pants. He "aAAH!" for a second before getting up again and taking the home.
"Hello? Who is this?" He asks, nervously.
"Y/n. Bro are you gonna open the door? Hey-- ARE YOU EVEN--" Choromatsu hangs up. He stands still, blank-faced.
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Choromatsu pulls his pants back up completely (sorta), and he makes his way to the door. He opens it, and there Y/n stands with their arms crossed.
"The hell were you doing in there? Masturbating or something?" Y/n asked. Choromatsu didn't give a reaction, he gulped then moved aside so Y/n could enter. "Ah, thank you." Y/n entered and took their shoes off. "But really, what were you doing?"
"Nothing! Reading." Choromatsu responded, avoiding eye contact. Y/n stared at Choromatsu for a good second.
"You were twiddling the fiddle." Bluntly stated, no emotion, Choromatsu grew embarrassed. Y/n smiles, "I always knew you were Fappymatsu."
