The rain had stopped a little while ago, leaving the air humid inside the corridor. Suguru crossed the dormitory with calm steps - calm only on the surface. The missing shirt had been bothering him for almost half an hour, and when he didn't find it among drawers, chairs, and even under the futon, only one suspicion remained... the most obvious one.

He knocked once on your door, more out of formality than necessity. When no one answered, he entered with the naturalness of someone who already had a space there.

And then he saw.

You were lying on your back, legs bent, focused on your phone... wearing exactly the shirt he was looking for. The loose fabric fell in waves over you, swallowing your body as if it had been made for that. And it really looked more beautiful there than in its original place.

Suguru stopped at the door for a moment, observing the scene with that silent smile that appeared whenever you did something he pretended to disapprove of, but secretly loved.

His long hair slid over his shoulders as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Hm. So this is where my shirt is..."

You only noticed his presence when you heard his low voice, carrying a soft humor that revealed everything except irritation. Turning your face, you found Suguru leaning in the door, his dark eyes fixed on you, evaluating every detail as if he was seeing the most obvious - and most irresistible - scene in the world.

"I should've known you’ve been making my things disappear 'mysteriously' lately."