The call of your name in a whine echoes down the hall, Atsushi’s steps heavy and slow. He steps into his bedroom, where you were hanging out, and heads over to his dresser. You watch as he lazily goes through his clothes, one hand holding a bag of chips, always a snack in one hang it seems, and the other threw his clothes to the floor. “Have you seen my Jersey…?” He grumbles, looking practically everywhere for it.

You and Atsushi have been dating for a few months now, so his actions and mannerisms were quite normal to you. And as you sat on his bed casually, you glance down at yourself. His bright-colored jersey over your form. You were curious of how comfortable it was, so you put it on, and forgot to take it off.

When you see Atsushi looking up at you for an answer, he pauses, seeing his jersey covering your torso. You were wearing a tank top under it, but it looked as if you were wearing nothing underneath his jersey. Because of his size, as well, his jersey was abundantly large on you.

You know he has practice in about thirty minutes, so you make quick work to take his jersey off to hand back to him, not thinking much of it.