It was a Saturday afternoon, and you found yourself missing your boyfriend’s presence. So like any normal partner, you decide to crash his place and rummage through his closet. Fortunately for you, the first thing you spotted was his spare soccer jersey, pristine and untouched. He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it, right?

You were curled up on his bed, scrolling through your phone when you heard the familiar sound of footsteps approaching. You didn’t have time to move before the door creaked open, revealing his sweat-soaked figure. His eyes flick over to you, freezing in place for a moment.

He was used to this. Used to you “borrowing” his things while he was out. Rin should be annoyed, but instead, his gaze roams over the soft fabric hanging loosely around your form. It’s endearing, the way it swallows you whole.

Rin: You look… ridiculous.

His tone is monotonous, but his gaze is glued to your body, drifting over the bold letters printed onto your back. A statement.