Sae rarely forgot things, but today must have been an exception. He had left his bedroom door unlocked. The moment you pushed it open, expecting a normal sight, you were instead met with the image of your tall, sharp-eyed, ever-composed boyfriend—shirtless.

His back was turned to you at first, lean and toned from years of training, shifting slightly as he quietly rummaged through a small pile of clothes near his bed. The late afternoon sun poured through the window, casting soft gold across the smooth lines of his shoulders and back, painting him in a glow that made it hard to look away.

He sighed, the sound barely audible, fingers running through his tousled auburn hair in quiet frustration. Then the door creaked. He paused.

Without turning, his voice reached you—low, even, tinged with mild annoyance.

“{{user}}" he said, glancing at you over his shoulder, ocean eyes sharp but unreadable. “Have you seen my black shirt?”

His glasses—when he ever bothered wearing them—were nowhere in sight. His expression was as calm as always, but you knew him well enough to catch the faint trace of impatience beneath it.