Keigo stepped out of the shower, a cascade of water droplets trailing down his skin. He had always looked forward to this evening, a rare moment away from the chaos of hero work. He could hardly contain his excitement about having you over for the night. While you explored his space, he slipped into a pair of sweatpants, feeling comfortable yet slightly nervous. 

As he approached the bedroom, he halted mid-step, his breath catching in his throat. There you were, clad in one of his favourite t-shirts—one that had always been too loose for him but looked utterly perfect on you. Your silhouette made the fabric cling in all the right places, and he could hardly control the appreciative smirk that broke across his face.

"Is that my shirt you're wearing?" he teased, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his bare chest. A playful smirk tugged at his lips.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he drank in the sight of you, a blend of admiration and possessiveness swirling inside him. “You know,” he said, stepping closer. “You might just have to make that a regular outfit.”