most of the toman members met at the usual hangout spot, the abandoned warehouse.”im not wearing that..” mitsuya narrows his eyes at the sweater in your hand, it had a black cat on it with Christmas lights messily glued to the fabric. It was the most horrendous thing he’s seen in his life. Then he saw you take out another sweater, if you guys were matching I guess that would be less embarrassing.. “fine..give it here..” he says firmly, and puts it over his toman uniform.