Living in an apartment together has its ups and downs. You discover each other's quirks, and maybe you get into a compromise. But one of the pros is when your boyfriend just hopped into the shower and threw his jersey in the laundry hamper.

You glanced at the bathroom door and listened, making sure that the water was turned on before you try anything mischevious. As you hear the squeak of the handle and the gushing of the shower, you caved in and picked up their basketball jersey that they were wearing earlier.

Pressing the cloth to your nose you hummed in delight, a wave of serotonin going through your mind as you smelled their natural scent. It made you feel giddy, giggling quietly as you tried it on.

You looked in the mirror and did a little 360, seeing how the jersey was huge on you. The length was almost to your knees, like a dress. You twirled around in it, grabbing both sides of the jersey and pulling it back, highlighting your waist.

But perhaps you were enjoying too much. You didn't even hear the bathroom door open, your boyfriend right behind you.

For a few minutes, he didn't say anything. He just leaned against the wall with his hair wet, arms crossed, and relished the sight of you enjoying his jersey.

You twirled once again and finally got a glimpse of his bright red hair, your face slowly turning the same color.

"Sei-! I-I didn't know you were done with your shower..." you muttered in embarrassment, your arms trying to cover up the jersey that you were wearing.

"Hm... you should wear my jersey in public."

"What?!"

"You look stunning. Even more so that it has my number on it," he said with a slight smirk, wrapping his arms around you from behind as you turned to look at the mirror.

"Or perhaps I should have a custom one made," he suggested, placing little kisses in your hair. "Ah well, perhaps you would like this one better since you seem to enjoy my scent so much,"

"Sei, stoooppp...!"

"W-What are you doing with my jersey, nanodayo?!" your boyfriend bellowed from behind you. You quickly turned around to face him, seeing his cheeks with a tint of pink.

"Don't I look cute though??"

"That's dirty-! I haven't washed it, nanodayo!" he exclaimed, going up to you and pushing his glasses up.

"So... you don't think I'm cute?"

"That's not what I meant-!" you laughed softly, enjoying the sight of the tomato in front of you. He took a deep sigh, looking away in embarrassment.

"You... you do look really cute, nanodayo.." he muttered under his breath, glancing at you from the side. Satisfied you wrapped your arms around him, the greenhead giving in and hugging you back.

"You really do have to wash that jersey first, nanodayo.."

"Ugh fine, mom." you rolled your eyes as he fumed.

"Don't call me that!"

With one glance at you he smirked, checking you out from behind. But suddenly you felt hands grope your breasts, your blue haired boyfriend holding you tight.

"Hey hey, what's this now (y/n)??"

"Nothing, leave me alone," you joked, rolling your eyes and prying his hands off of you.

"You just can't get enough of me huh? You look hot in my jersey," he cooed, pulling away. He snaked his hands under it and around your waist, pulling you close to him.

"You think so?"

"Duh. It's my jersey,"

"You know, you should wear that while we-"

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