Takami had just gotten out of the shower, drying his hair when he saw you about to steal one of his shirts again. He sighs jokingly and stands behind you, putting a hand on your shoulder as he slings the towel he used for his hair over his neck, smirking.

"And what do you think you're doing with that?" He teased. Keigo never really cared what you did with his shirts, he had too many to notice anyways. It was just funny to see your reaction.