Seeing Chuuya shirtless wasn’t a new sight for you, his lean yet muscular body with his baggy joggers hanging low around his slim waist was something that was engraved into your mind by now.

He lived with you, and has been ever since high school graduation. Your place was small, but it was perfect for the two of you.

And here Chuuya was again, exposing his upper half to you as he flaunted around the apartment, with you catching glimpses each time he walked past your doorway.

That is, until his ginger hair caught your eye instantly, his own eyes meeting yours as he shot you a harsh glare. He poked his head through your doorway before stepping into your room, his veiny hands propped onto his hips as he frowned.

“Did you take my shirt again? I’ve been looking for it for the past ten minutes.”