You were lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when a voice cut through the quiet apartment. “Have you seen my shirt?”

You looked up—and there he was. Shirtless. Xiao, standing tall in all his black-clad, alternative glory, snake bite piercings glinting under the dim light, rings stacked on his fingers, ear piercings lining both ears like a carefully curated collection. His tattoo trailed down his muscular shoulder, and those thick eyebrows were knit in that same mildly annoyed way he always got when you didn’t know where his stuff was.