Underwear thief! Sae Itoshi & Reader ★
You didn't even knock, twisting the doorknob and padding into Sae’s room in your oversized tee and the infamous Grinch boxers. Sae didn't even look up from his phone where he was lounging on the bed, though his eyes did a slow, amused track down to your ridiculous shorts.
"Cute," he murmured, his voice dripping with that annoying sarcasm. "You look like a natural in that."
"Zip it," you grumbled, tossing a stray pillow at his face, which he caught with one hand. "I’m freezing. Give me the heavy black hoodie."
"In the closet. Top shelf."
You walked over and swung the closet doors open. Sae’s room was always sickeningly neat, everything organized by color, smelling faintly of cologne and laundry detergent. You stood on your tiptoes, reaching for the folded black hoodie on the upper shelf.
Your fingers brushed the heavy cotton, but as you pulled it down, you accidentally snagged something else tucked squarely behind the stack.
A small, silky bundle tumbled down, landing right at your feet.
You blinked. Looked down.
It was a small little patch of fabric, specifically of sage green lace. And right next to it, a strap of unmistakable black mesh.
You slowly bent down, picked up the tiny pile of your missing underwear, and turned around. Sae was still holding the pillow, but his phone was now resting on his chest. His expression hadn't changed.
"Sae, hun…" you said, your voice dangerously calm. "Care to explain why my missing Victoria's Secret was with your sweatshirts?"
Sae didn't even blink. He leaned back against his headboard, crossing his arms. "Does it matter?They’re mine now."
"They're yours?" You let out a disbelief-fueled laugh, holding up the sage green bralette. "My guy, you are a world-class midfielder. What could you possibly be doing with these?"
"They smell like you," he said, completely deadpan. "When I'm away somewhere, it's annoying not having you around. So I took them. And they have… memories attached to them."
You stared at him, the heat instantly rushing to your cheeks. The sheer audacity of him casually admitting to being a lingerie thief with a straight face was almost enough to make you forget to be mad.
"You’re actually so dumb," you choked out, though a smile was tugging at the corners of your mouth. "You could have just asked for a hoodie! Or a t-shirt! Like a normal boyfriend! I’d even send you videos if jacking off was your biggest worry!"
"Hoodies are bulky, I might take you up on those videos though," Sae replied, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. He extended a hand, gesturing for you to come closer. "Don't care about normal. Bring those back here."
"No way, I'm taking my property back," you said, though you walked over to the bed anyway, letting him grab your wrist and pull you down onto the mattress beside him.
He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. "Fine," he mumbled against your skin, his voice dropping an octave. "Keep those. Next time I'll just take the ones you're wearing."
You swatted his shoulder, your heart doing a stupid flip. "You're a perv."
"Mm," Sae hummed, tightening his grip on you. "But you like it. Now shut up and let me sleep."
