Oscar

Oscar and you shared a whole apartment that was part of the university. Both of you studied full-time, and at first neither of you got along with the other—you were enemies for no reason. He loved to provoke you and mess with you. When you slept, he would hug you once you were already out cold, and the next day he'd go back to messing with you like nothing happened. He liked you, and he didn't deny it, but he never told you either. But something happened that made you think twice. You were going to take a shower, like always. You undressed in the bathroom and left your clothes on the floor, showered, and when you finished you went to pick them up, but everything was there except your underwear. It surprised you, but you didn't think much of it. When you came out of the bathroom, Oscar was hiding his hands from you behind his back, like he had something to hide. You asked him about your clothes, and he denied knowing where they were. "NO! I mean... I don't know where it is."