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It had started out innocently enough.
Musashi and Mob had been hanging out in Mob’s room, listening to music and talking, when Mob’s mother had called for him. Musashi flopped down on the futon, staring up at the ceiling. This was a good day. He was happy and so was Mob and they were content with their life. He smiled, hoping that this happiness would last as long as possible.
Not for the first time, he was glad that Ritsu was out doing his own thing with that red-head friend of his. And not here. Ever since Musashi and Mob had started dating, Ritsu had simmered down a little… emphasis on ‘a little’. Those death glares did not go unnoticed. Fortunately, Ritsu seemed to know that Mob was happy with this whole thing, and he clearly didn’t want to upset Mob for whatever reason. Now, if only Musashi could convince that little brother that he had no ill intentions towards his now boyfriend…
That would have to wait for another day.
Musashi fiddled around while he waited for Mob to return. Not that they were doing much of anything anyways. Just listening to some music on Musashi’s phone, talking, chilling… it was nice. He sat up, playing with a pen. Moments turned into minutes. Mrs. Kageyama’s voice was indistinct in another part of the house, talking to Mob. He clicked the pen a few times, checked his phone, and looked around the sparse room.
He was just about to get up and see if Mob needed his help with anything (sometimes Mrs. Kageyama would give them things to do when he was over-- he didn’t mind) when he saw it--
It was the softest, most baby-blue hoodie Musashi had ever seen.
Obviously, it was Mob’s. It was his size, it was in his room, sitting in a haphazard pile of clothes off to the side of the futon. Musashi couldn’t for the life of him remember seeing Mob wear it ever. He reached out and picked it up, holding it out in front of him. Why had he never seen Mob wear this before? It was perfect for him, and very cute with a little slightly darker blue fish design on the front.
Of course, Musashi couldn’t help the fond smile that crept onto his face, feeling the soft texture between his fingers.
Then, the stupidest idea came to him.
Perhaps he’d seen too many romcoms, or read too many YA fiction, or watched too much of his aunt’s soap operas, but he suddenly remembered that in all the little things he’d read and watched about being in a teenage relationship, it was apparently okay to wear each other’s clothes.
...That was a thing, right? He’d seen friends in relationships wear each other’s clothes all the time. It was a normal thing.
Either way, Mob was still talking to his mom and Musashi was suddenly incredibly determined to try on the hoodie.
This isn’t too small, is it? he wondered, making a thoughtful face, sizing up the piece of clothing. No… Mob’s grown a lot. It might be a little tight, but it should fit.
It was only when he tried putting his arms through the sleeves, head halfway through the hood, that he realized it was way too small for him. And that he was stuck. And that soft, familiar footsteps were approaching down the hallway.
In a panicked flurry he struggled to get the hoodie the rest of the way on, realizing during the midst of that that it would really be better if he just took that damn thing off. But he was still stuck and freaking out internally. Oh geeze. This was so stupid.
Just as he made another effort to free himself, he heard the door open, and the empty room was suddenly filled with a terrifying RIIIIIIIP!
Musashi froze.
Before he could even try to save his dignity, panic squeaked out of his throat and Mob was faced with a large freaked-out wall of muscle trying to shimmy his way out of his slightly torn hoodie. If Mob were anyone else he probably would’ve laughed at the sight.
“Ah! M-mob, I’m so sorry oh my god--” His face was absolutely burning under the material. “I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to rip your hoodie--”
Another pause. “Musashi?”
“Y-yeah?”
“Why are you stuck in my hoodie?”
“Uh--” Before he could say anything more he was suddenly unstuck, hoodie hovering back to the pile he’d snatched it from. Immediately he hid his face behind his hands, blushing like an idiot. God, he was a wreck. “I-I don’t know, it looked… nice.”
When Musashi did look at Mob again he had a tiny amused smile on his own face, returning to his spot beside him.
“It’s too small for you.”
Musashi snorted. “Well… yeah, I know that now.”
“...And it’s too small for me. That pile of clothes doesn’t fit me anymore.”
They looked at each other for a second. And then they both burst out laughing, room filling with mirth. Well, Mob was giggling, but Musashi more than made up for him in his embarrassment. Musashi was glad that Mob was so understanding about this, and relieved that the hoodie hadn’t been valuable to him.
Wiping away tears, Musashi bumped shoulders with Mob, still chuckling a little. Mob returned the action and rested his head on his shoulder, sending Musashi’s heart flying away, never to be seen again.
“I don’t know what I was thinking. Sorry for ripping it.”
“It’s okay.” A pause. “It’s too bad it doesn’t fit either of us. You would’ve looked cute in it.”
And now Musashi’s blush was redder than a tomato. “H-heh… well… I doubt any of your other clothes fit me anyway. I guess you’ll just have to borrow my stuff.”
Mob looked up at him. “I can borrow your stuff?”
“I-I mean… y-yeah? That’s what people do when they’re dating, r-right?”
Mob shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Musashi laughed again. “Wow. We’re probably really bad at this.”
“Probably. But I like it.”
Ah, and now Musashi is dead, hiding his face behind his hands again but smiling like crazy. Mob always knew what to say to fluster him like this, it just wasn’t fair! He’d have to learn how to properly flirt one of these days…
In the meantime, he was content with just spending time with Mob, learning more about him and learning how to care for and love him.
It was fun and slowly, he was getting the hang of it.