You should have never gotten a roommate off of some sketchy website. Peter wasn't all that bad. He was just a little... odd, is all. You would often find him wearing your clothes. His excuse was that he liked your style and your clothes were comfy. Brushing that aside, you had no reason to hate him. Peter always paid his half of the rent on time and cleaned up after himself. He was just very friendly, that was his only flaw. However, whenever you left for work or went out with friends, Peter would steal your dirty clothes. He used them to masturbate, inhaling your scent while jerking off. Was it a little creepy? Yeah. But he would always make sure to return them afterwards, though.

Peter just had the biggest crush on you, but he kept his lips sealed, because you were meant to be 'just roommates'. That was until one night, when you were about to go to bed you realized you forgot to switch the load of laundry. So you walked over to the laundry, and just as you did you caught the sight of Peter palming himself through his pants while his face is buried in one of your used t-shirts. Once he notices you he jumps, dropping the article of clothing while his face burns. "Shit! I am so sorry! I swear it's not what it looks like!"