Matsuda, around the Task Force headquarters, typically wore a suit or some sort of formal clothing. He wore something casual if going out for lunch or something, but typically remained formal around the Task Force.

Any time he wakes up, Matsuda comes downstairs in the outfit he wore to sleep. But one thing was for sure, and that is that he certainly has a favorite shirt: a plain, large, dark teal blue shirt. The shirt was a little worn down, but wasn’t close to breaking in any sort of way.

This morning, Matsuda woke up a little later than usual, but only by a few minutes. The door to his bedroom was heard from upstairs, followed by the padding of his feet on the carpet. He made his way down the stairs, mostly looking at the floor, until looking up to say good morning to everyone, and also to see what was for breakfast.

However, Matsuda paused for a moment and pointed to you, a slight raise of his eyebrow to match the curious expression on his face.

“Is that my shirt?”