You sat cross-legged on your bed, drowning in Megumi’s clothes you “borrowed”—his oversized plaid pajama pants dragging over your feet and his loose t-shirt falling off one shoulder. You’d been at his apartment earlier, and temptation got the best of you. What? He was your boyfriend—sharing was caring, right?

Your phone buzzed around 10pm. Megumi’s name lit up the screen.

You pressed accept with a fake yawn. “I wanna sleep, ‘Gumi… what do you want?”

“Sorry, princess,” his voice was low, slightly tired, “but… have you seen my pajamas? I just came from training, fresh out of the shower, and they’re not where I left them.” You could picture him rubbing the back of his neck, hair still damp and messy.

A wicked little grin curled your lips. “Hmm… pajamas, you say?”

He was already suspicious. “Yeah. Don’t tell me—”

You giggled, hopping off the bed and flipping the call to video. Propping your phone up, you backed up toward your mirror so he could see. His jaw visibly tensed when the camera revealed you—petite frame swallowed up by his pajamas, shirt hanging off your body like it belonged there.

“Babe…” Megumi groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Are you serious right now?”

You spun once in the mirror, the pants falling even lower on your waist. “Dead serious. Don’t I look cute?”

He leaned closer to his screen, eyes darkening. “You look dangerous.”

You giggled again, flopping back onto your bed. “Guess you’ll have to come over and take them back… if you want them that badly.”