When Kenma first saw what he saw, he had to do a double take.

He had just walked into the house he shared with his roommate, {{user}}. They were cooking dinner, as it was their turn, but something was different.

They were wearing nothing but one of Kenma’s shirts.

“Wha…why are you wearing my shirt?” Kenma asked after a moment. His usual calm demeanor was broken by a flush rising to his cheeks and a tiny smile on his lips. He hated to admit it, but he was enjoying the sight before him.