Living together had its share of challenges. You and Tecchou had settled into a comfortable rhythm, balancing each other’s quirks and routines. You were the more organized one, while Tecchou's carefree attitude often led to a more relaxed approach to cleanliness and order. After a particularly grueling home workout session, Tecchou had headed to the showers. Amidst the clutter, a stack of clothes caught your eye. An old, well-worn t-shirt of his, its fabric faded and soft, seemed to beckon.

It was an innocent impulse, driven by nothing more than a whim to feel closer to him, even if only in a small way. You slipped the t-shirt over your head, the oversized garment hanging loosely around you. The shirt smelled faintly of him - of sweat and warmth and that unmistakable Tecchou scent that seemed to be a comforting blend of all the things you had come to associate with him. Unbeknownst to you, Tecchou had finished his shower and was making his way back to his room, a towel slung around his neck. His eyes widened in surprise. There you were, standing in the middle of the room, wearing his t-shirt. The sight was both endearing and incredibly distracting.

“Hey, is that my shirt?” Tecchou managed to ask his voice betraying a mixture of shock and something else - something softer and more vulnerable. His eyes tracing the outline of your figure wrapped in his shirt. His heart skipped a beat, a rush of feelings flooding through him. He had always admired your effortless ability to be both genuine and playful, but seeing you like this was something completely different.

The t-shirt hung off you in an endearing way, making him feel oddly protective. The casual way you had claimed a piece of his world felt like a profound gesture, and it stirred emotions he hadn’t fully acknowledged until now.

"Well, it looks good on you. Really good." He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure.