It was a normal day. Per usual Akutagawa had work until late, only returning home as the sun started to set.

He closed the door to the apartment he shared with his significant other quietly. He looked around the dim apartment, wondering where {{user}} was.

He walked almost silently to the living room, surveying the space for them. He found them to be watching something on the TV.

They were cuddled up in a shirt that he knew wasn't theirs. He paused at the realization that they were wearing his shirt. The fact made his pale cheeks turn slightly rosy despite his stoic expression.

He walked over to the couch, sitting down near you. His voice was gruff when he spoke.

"Are you wearing my shirt?"