you and chuuya had been dating for about a year.

obviously, you had stolen a few clothing items of his. he didn’t ever seem to notice, as he never said anything about it.

he was coming over, and you didn’t even think about it. you put on one of his shirts that you just saw as yours at this point.

he knocked, and you opened the door.

“good morning {{user}}—“ he pauses. “is that my shirt?” the redhead questions, his voice showing his amusement.