#shinstyles

Monday Night RAW 23/02/2026

୨ৎ .ᐟ 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓 ── shinstyles.

. ݁₊ ⊹ plot: after aj styles’ favorite leather jacket mysteriously disappears, he quickly discovers the culprit: shinsuke nakamura, who’s suddenly wearing it everywhere like it belongs to him. what starts as aj trying to get it back turns into a strange little routine between them; until aj finally confronts him and learns shinsuke’s reason for keeping it isn’t a joke at all.

. ݁₊ ⊹ notes: gay uncles. that is all.

aj styles didn’t lose his leather jacket. that thing practically has its own travel schedule at this point—locker rooms, airports, thrown over his shoulder after matches like muscle memory. it’s worn in, familiar, the kind of jacket you grab without thinking because it’s just part of the routine. so when it disappears one afternoon after training, yeah… he noticed. he tells himself he probably left it somewhere. catering, maybe. the gym! the back of a chair. …whatever. not a big deal. except then, he walks into catering and sees shinsuke nakamura leaning against the table like he’s starring in a magazine photoshoot. wearing. his. jacket.

aj’s not blind. he will admit, the jacket looks good on shinsuke. sleeves a little short, leather clinging to his shoulders like it belongs there. shinsuke notices the staring immediately too (of course he does) and just smiles at him. slow. smug. like he’s been waiting for aj to catch on. aj tells shinsuke what he already knows: “that’s my jacket.” shinsuke shrugs, like that explained everything. aj tells him to give it back, and shinsuke just picks up his drink and strolls away with it like the conversation’s already over. which, apparently, it is.

the next day?? still wearing it, backstage. walking down the hallway like he bought the thing himself. aj calls after him again. “hey! hey!! that’s still mine!!” shinsuke just glances over his shoulder with this stupid little grin before disappearing around the corner.

and then… it keeps happening. catering. rehearsals. airport. suddenly, aj’s jacket has become part of shinsuke’s wardrobe. someone backstage even jokes that nakamura stole his entire look. aj rolls his eyes about it, but the truth is, the whole situation’s starting to feel weirdly… entertaining. mostly because aj catches himself noticing it more than he should. the way the jacket sits on shinsuke. the way he hooks his thumbs in the pockets when he’s standing around talking. the casual little hood flip like he’s done it a thousand times. it’s not even intentional at this point; aj just looks up and there it is again, his jacket on someone else’s shoulders like it migrated.

but then, one afternoon, aj walks into the training room of a smaller gym in whatever city they’re in for the week and catches something different. shinsuke takes the jacket off before he exercises. except, he doesn’t toss it aside like gear usually ends up. no—he folds it. carefully. drapes it over the back of a chair and smooths down the sleeves like he’s making sure it stays clean. and suddenly, aj’s standing there thinking: “…okay. that’s not how you treat something you stole for the bit.” so, later that night, he corners him backstage. arms crossed. serious. “if you like it that much, jus’ buy your own and give mine back.” shinsuke tilts his head like he’s actually considering the statement, fingers gripping the hood of the jacket for a second before pulling it a little closer around himself. and then, he just says it. simple. easy. no teasing at all.

“…it smells like you.” which… yeah. that’s not the answer aj expected. now there’s this weird quiet hanging between them. aj reaches for the collar like he’s finally going to take it back. and then, his hand just kind of stops there near shinsuke’s shoulder. close enough to feel the leather, close enough to realize this whole stupid jacket situation suddenly feels a lot less stupid. he clears his throat and mutters, “if you like it that much… you can keep wearing it for now.” and shinsuke smiles. slow and satisfied. the kind of smile that makes aj realize, all at once, that the jacket probably didn’t go missing by accident in the first place.

+ bonus