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"[Y/n],  what are you doing sleeping in here?"
You woke up, rubbing your eyes. You looked up at the door to see Poland standing there holding a towel.
"Why aren't you sleeping in your room, or at least on something that isn't the floor?"
You didn't have much of an answer for that question, or, at least one that you wanted to tell him. "I was..uh..."
Poland flipped his hair. "Whatever. Get out, I need to wash this." He toyed with a golden lock and looked at you with little interest.
You got to your feet and yawned. "Sorry..."
The man waved a hand airily at you. "It's totally not a big deal."
"No, not this," you said, giving a guilty smile. You wiped it off of your face quickly and said, "For last night."
"Oh. Yeah, that was awkward," he replied, walking to the towel rack to drape the cloth over it without looking at you. "But it's totally not my fault that you're jealous of me. I mean, I am fabulous."
You walked out of the bathroom. "I didn't look at you on purpose...! I didn't think that you would be shirtless in there."
"Yeah, God forbid I change in my own room," Poland joked, looking over his shoulder at you with a faint smile.
You smiled and walked away. There was no reason to hide anymore.