Chapter 11: You’re Wearing My Hoodie

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Arashi had a strategy.

Avoid. Ignore. Don't look at Ken.

It was working.

Kind of.

He had spent the entire day out—checking things at his club, meeting the sound guy, avoiding home like it was on fire. He hadn't even opened Ken's texts. Not that there were many. Just two.

Ken: "You left without breakfast?"

Ken: "Coward."

Arashi gritted his teeth just thinking about it. Why did he write that second one?

And more importantly, why did his stomach flutter reading it?

It was almost midnight when Arashi unlocked the door and quietly stepped inside the apartment. The lights were dim, warm. The living room was silent.

He walked in, kicked off his boots, tossed his keys in the dish by the door—and stopped cold.

There, curled up on the couch like a cat, was Ken.

Asleep.

In Arashi's favorite black hoodie.

The sleeves were too long. The collar slipped slightly off one shoulder. The hem reached past his hips. And worst of all—he looked peaceful in it. Like he'd been wearing it forever.

Arashi stood frozen, heart thumping.

"…You thief," he whispered under his breath.

Ken stirred.

Eyes fluttered open.

And their gazes met in the dark.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Ken blinked, yawned, and murmured, "You're late."

"I didn't know I had a curfew."

"You don't," Ken said, voice sleepy. "Just didn't want you falling into a ditch."

Arashi walked over slowly and stood in front of the couch.

"…You're wearing my hoodie."

Ken looked down at himself and shrugged. "I was cold."

"I have spare blankets."

"This is warmer."

Arashi narrowed his eyes. "Take it off."

"No."

"Ken."

"No."

"I'll take it off myself."

Ken sat up slightly, hair a sleepy mess, but his smile was wicked. "You want to take off my clothes now?"

Arashi's mouth opened. No words came out. Just a strangled noise and a lot of mental swearing.

Ken chuckled softly, tugging the hoodie tighter around him. "Relax. I'll give it back tomorrow."

Arashi looked away, cheeks heating. "Whatever. Sleep there, then."

He turned to leave but paused.

"…Does it smell like me?"

Ken smirked. "Maybe."

Arashi cursed under his breath and disappeared into his room.

Behind him, Ken curled deeper into the hoodie, pressing his face into the fabric.

"…Definitely."

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