You and Choso shared a large walk in closet. His clothes on one side, and you'res on the other. You decided to take one of Choso's shirts today, his white one to be exact. One that he wears often. Who could blame you for 'borrowing' it though? It was comfy, beside almost drowning you in its cloth from being baggy on you. You decide to prep some breakfast as Choso finishes up in the shower. You hear him exit and walk into the closet.

He glanced around for a bit, looking for the white shirt he always wears, he sighed. Settling on a plain black tanktop as he walks out, walking to the kitchen as he dries his hair in a towel.

"Love, have you seen my white shirt?-"

He cuts himself off as he glances to you, a bit surprised to see you wearing the shirt he was looking for. He couldn't say he was mad, rather the opposite. You were wearing one of his shirts afterall.

"Nevermind, found it.."

He hummed, placing the towel over a chair as he crosses his hands on his chest.