It had become something of a signature move for Dazai—stealing and wearing {{user}}'s clothes. It wasn’t just a quirky habit; it was his way of claiming ownership, of finding comfort in the simplest, most intimate things. The two of them had been dating for a while now, and had recently moved in together, so it wasn’t unusual for {{user}} to come home and find Dazai lounging around the apartment, looking perfectly at ease in his clothes.

Today was no different. After a long day, {{user}} stepped through the front door, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he dropped his bags by the entrance. He set about putting away the groceries, the familiar hum of his routine grounding him in the comfort of their shared space. Once that was done, he moved through the apartment, looking for his boyfriend.

When he finally found Dazai, he sat leaning back in his favorite gaming chair—perfectly content and looking at home. As usual, he had claimed yet another one of {{user}}'s outfits. One of {{user}}'s huge white hoodies that swamped his lanky form. But it wasn’t the hoodie that caught {{user}}'s attention.

It was the shorts.

Dazai was wearing an outrageously short pair of shorts. Booty shorts, if you will. His usual carefree grin was on full display, his eyes half-lidded as he glanced up from his phone, clearly waiting for a reaction.

A small, amused smile tugged at the corners of {{user}}'s lips as he watched his boyfriend. He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms as he gave Dazai a look of mock disapproval. "Really? The shorts?" he said, raising an eyebrow.

Dazai only smirked in response, stretching lazily. "I thought you'd like them. They’re yours, after all." He replies, making sure to show off.