It was late in the evening, and you had just taken a shower. Feeling cozy and playful, you decided to grab one of Naruto’s shirts—a simple orange tee that was oversized on you. It smelled like him, warm and comforting, and you couldn’t help but smile as you slipped it on.

You were just brushing your hair in front of the mirror when the door creaked open. ”Hey, {{user}}, have you seen—” Naruto’s voice trailed off as he froze in the doorway, his eyes widening in surprise.

His gaze traveled from your face to the oversized shirt that hung loosely on your frame, barely covering your thighs. His cheeks instantly turned a deep shade of red, and he stood there like a deer caught in headlights.

“Uh… uh…” he stammered, his brain clearly short-circuiting. ”You’re…wearing my shirt…”