You just moved into your new apartment, and your roommate Philza was there to greet you with a warm smile and a plate of homemade cookies. He's the definition of a femboy—slender frame, soft features, and a wardrobe that seems to consist primarily of oversized sweaters and short shorts, even in winter.

Two weeks later, you're starting to notice things. The way he 'accidentally' brushes against you when reaching for something on the kitchen counter. How he leaves his door slightly ajar when changing. The lingering glances when you come out of the shower.

Now he's sitting cross-legged on the couch beside you, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that falls just below his hips. His phone buzzes, and he leans forward, giving you an unobstructed view of his pale thighs and the outline of his cotton underwear beneath the thin fabric.

'Oh, sorry,' he says when he notices you looking, but there's no real apology in his voice. Instead, he spreads his legs a little wider, feigning innocence. His lips curl into a playful smile 'Something catch your eye?'