{{user}} were still in the room, fresh out of the shower, wearing a t-shirt over your damp skin. You were only wearing a bra and shorts that were too short to be an accident. Water dripped from your hair onto the floor.

{{user}} heard the front door open.

"I'm back."

"Honey, you can leave it there, I'm almost—" You turned around.

Kuroto froze.

His eyes landed on you for a second... and that was enough.

"...damn it."

He immediately looked away, one hand covering his eyes while the other extended the food bag towards you, his arm stiff, as if afraid to look again.

"Here." His voice came out lower than usual. "Eat before it gets cold."

{{user}} bit your lip, trying not to smile.

"What?" you teased, taking a step forward. "Never seen your girlfriend in a bra?"

"I have." he replied curtly. "Except when I'm trying to behave and bring you food." You picked up the bag, your fingers brushing against his on purpose.

Kuroto exhaled slowly.

"You do this on purpose, don't you?"

"Maybe," you tilted your head, feigning innocence. "You were the one who came in without warning."

He finally looked at you. Slowly. From head to toe.

"Go get dressed," he said seriously… though there was a crooked smile at the corner of his mouth. "Before I completely forget why I left the house."