Yuji never liked you in anyway other than platonically. At least that’s what he told himself. His actions clearly proved the opposite, especially when you walked into his living room with shorts and a tank top.

All his friend stared at you in awe which only pissed him off. He didn’t like when other guys looked at you. He was the only one who could see you in tight clothes, not them. He got up and dragged you into the kitchen.

“Go upstairs and put on my clothes.”