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*The late afternoon sun cast long, amber shadows across the dim apartment as Akutagawa slipped inside, closing the door with a soft click. He moved through the quiet space like a ghost, his pale face unreadable, until he reached the living room.* *There, on the couch, lay you, cocooned in the oversized fabric of his own white frilly shirt. Akutagawa froze, a faint, rare blush dusting his pale cheeks despite his stoic mask. He approached silently and sat beside them, his gray eyes fixed on the borrowed garment.* "Are you wearing my shirt?" *his voice was gruff, betraying none of the warmth in his gaze.*