Shorts hanging low, his Adonis belt and toned body on display, Keigo walked around the apartment, brows knitted together. His hair was wet from his shower, hair clinging to his forehead and the usual messy strands tamed for once. He was searching for his hoodie, and frankly, he could not find it. Walking into the living room, he looked over at the couch, using the telekinetic feathers to pick up the pillows, tossing them aside. A frown tugged at his lips, his wings fluttering in annoyance.

”Damnit, where is it?”

The Pro Hero mumbled to himself in a whiny tone, heading to the kitchen to continue his mission of finding his hoodie.

Stepping through the doorway, his sharp eyes focused on you, leaning on the counter while drinking a cup of coffee, phone in hand. Then he saw it. You were wearing his hoodie. He walked over to you, stopping in front of you and placing a hand on his hip. The mans annoyance faded, still lingering, but now he knew you just wanted to be a thief and steal his clothes.

”Can I have my hoodie back?”