Stealing his shirts

"I remembered how you said that you love to wear elegant clothes, yet you don't have many opportunities to do so. I wanted to show you that you don't need a special occasion to dress like it. Let's wear elegant clothes, even though it's just another, ordinary night" Hoshi smiles, a specific type of excitement in his face. I think he's excited because he thinks I'm gonna love it, and he's right. My eyes linger on him, almost watering up from happiness. My lips are slightly smiling, giving him my most grateful expression. The way Hoshi shows love, whether it's in a friendly way, or maybe hopefully a romantic way, is the most beautiful I've ever seen. Paying for me without telling me, respecting me although we both are completely different, taking me out on my bad days, cooking for me and now this.

"Hoshi… Does that mean that I can… make you a fashion show?" I ask with literal sparkles in my eyes.

"Sure you can!" He exclaims, as if he was waiting for me to ask.

I take one of the white shirts, and again make my way to the fancy bathroom.

The first shirt I took had an unordinary structure that truly made it stand out. It's pretty minimalistic, but the designer played with the unique shape and unnoticable detail on the knobs.

I quickly take off my shirt, putting on the tender, white fabric. Poet shirts are already really big in a regular size, and since Hoshi wears a size or two bigger shirts, this one doesn't quite fit me that well, as it is too oversized. It's a pity, because this shape is only a proper size fit, but I find this piece especially pretty.

I come out of the bathroom, unsuccessfully trying to do a little catwalk through the room. In the middle I couldn't hold it, and laughed at myself along with Hoshi who was trying to hold back. "So what do you think?" I ask with a chuckle. He looks me up and down pensively, trying to make his first opinion thoughtful.

"This one is my favourite one, but on you, it looks a little big" Hoshi says with a slight sense of consideration in his voice.

"Yeah, I also think so" I agreed with him as I was making poses, also looking at myself. Without further thinking I take another shirt with me to the bathroom.

As I'm trying on the shirts, I attempt to do a few more catwalks with Hoshi's lovely encouragement that ends up with both of us laughing.

Majority of them are too big for me, but some are just pleasantly oversized, yet there is one that stands out. The very last shirt is a genuinely basic one, but the size is a little smaller, the cut fitting me just perfectly. It is still oversized, but it's just as it should be.

"I actually like this one" I say, waiting for Hoshi's response.

"Yeah, this one indeed fits you perfectly!" He agrees. "I think you look stunning in it"

Hoshi surprises me a little bit with this compliment, especially with the neat tone he said it in. I suddenly get a bit nervous, as I'm trying not to blush. The thought of him liking how I look in his shirt makes me truly flustered.

"You but you need to wear one too! Can I pick for you?" I try to talk over the compliment, but I also really want to see Hoshi in his favourite shirt.

"Sure" He answers with a cute smile.

From the bottom of a hill of light fabric, I hand him the very first shirt I tried tonight. The one with the truly exceptional, but still a minimalistic design.

"I think you'll look beautiful in this one" I slightly blush, looking him straight into the eyes.

Hoshi, without warning, starts taking his t-shirt off, on which I react by quickly turning around. Does he want to make me even more flustered?!

"You didn't have to turn around," He giggles.

"I know I just… don't want you to be uncomfortable" I say, except I literally make no sense.

I can only imagine how he looks under that t-shirt. I feel my cheeks going even redder as I remember the time I saw him training in a tight t-shirt on the ice rink. His chest was so…

"It's okay, but thank you" he says softly, and in a while he tells me to turn around: "You can turn back now"

Hoshi is standing in front of me, gently fixing the shirt. I have never seen him in such formal clothes, but God I wish he wore it everyday. The loose shirt fits his slim body perfectly, almost too perfectly. The contrast between light, white shirt and really dark, black pants creates a look full of compulsiveness, but only until he speaks. He could act all teasing and overly confident, but inside, he chooses to be soft, and treat others as kindly.