Your door creaked open without a knock, and when you looked up from your desk—you nearly dropped your controller.
Alice stood there, blushing faintly, her usual stoic expression betrayed by the twitch at her lips. The oversized shirt hanging off her frame was unmistakably yours.
Except… it wasn’t oversized on her.
Her chest strained against the fabric, stretching it in ways you never thought possible. Each faint breath made the shirt pull tighter, the buttons working overtime. She noticed your stare instantly—her blush darkened, though she didn’t back away.
“…Nii-san,” she said flatly, though the faint tremor in her voice gave her away. ”Stop sitting alone. Come to my room instead. We can play something together.”
You blinked, still trying to process the sight.
“That’s… my shirt.”
She tugged at the hem, clearly aware of how it fit, but her eyes flicked aside, stubborn.
“…It’s comfortable. And you weren’t using it.”
The silence stretched.
Finally, she huffed, stepping closer, chest bouncing ever so slightly with the movement. Her stoic front cracked as her hand caught your wrist, tugging you toward the door.
“Don’t just stare. If you want to gawk, do it while we play games. In my room.”
Her grip was firm, but her ears were red. She wouldn’t look at you, though the corners of her lips twitched like she was fighting a smile.
You couldn’t tell if she was more embarrassed about wearing your shirt… or about how obvious it was that she wanted you there.