𝙱𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚊𝚠𝚗 - 𝚃. 𝚃𝚘𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

Chapter Twenty

Laying on Toyomitsu's couch with her back supported by the armrest and her feet propped up in his lap, Izumiya took a large sip of the chardonnay she'd been nursing for the past half hour, determined to finish it off while her eyes were glued to the screen across from them. What she wasn't expecting was the almost comical perfectly timed jump scare in the show that made her spray her drink out of her mouth and get all over her plain white tee.

"Shit, shit, shit," she sputtered, wiping her face with the back of her hand as she pulled herself to sit upright and planted her feet on the floor. "Sorry Tai, I'll be right back!"

Toyomitsu paused the show and rose to his feet, following her as she scurried into the kitchen. "Can I get ya somethin'? A clean shirt, maybe? A washcloth?" He questioned, eager to help out and return them to the picture-perfect evening they were sharing.

"Oh um," Izumiya snagged a napkin out of the metal diner-style holder on his kitchen table and began to dry her face and hands before she glanced down at her shirt and cringed – her blush pink bra now showing through the wet spot on her shirt. "That...is probably a good idea."

Doing his best not to fixate on the fact that parts of her shirt were now see-through, Toyomitsu shot her a sweet smile and leaned in to kiss her cheek. "I'll be back in two shakes!"

Izumiya dabbed at her shirt with another napkin, annoyed that she'd been so careless to have taken such a big sip and gotten herself into such a mess. The last thing she wanted was to have to buy new clothes and with such a small rotation of apparel, if she didn't want to do laundry every other day she'd need to replace the shirt she was wearing if it stained.

"I hope this doesn't stain..." She sighed, balling up the napkin in her fist as she walked towards the garbage and tossed it inside.

Toyomitsu had quickly returned with one of his favourite shirts to wear when in his thinner form, a small frown turning down the corners of his lips as he saw Izumiya's eyebrows knitted together while she stared down at her shirt. "Here," he hummed, holding it out to her as he approached. "This one's really soft and comfy, I promise."

"Thanks, Tai," she let go of the hem of the garment and looked up at him, her features softening when she saw the concern in his expression. "That'll do in a pinch."

Her fingers grazed his as she slipped the article of clothing from his hand and Toyomitsu couldn't help but grasp them as he'd happily find any excuse to prolong any touch of hers. "Perfect. Why don't I refill your glass while you change, hm?"

"You're the best," Izumiya squeezed his hand as she slid past him and made her way to the bathroom.

Having worn his sweaters on various occasions, the brunette found a silver lining to her situation while she put on his shirt and indulged in the fresh scent of his detergent mixed with a lingering hint of the mandarin sandalwood cologne she'd noticed he'd started wearing periodically. Lifting the collar up to her nose, she took a deep breath and held it in for a long moment before letting it go, bringing her attention back to her own shirt. She ran the stained fabric under the sink's tap and scrubbed it together to try and get out any remnants of alcohol, even if the odds of it staining were low.

By the time Toyomitsu had retrieved their wine glasses from the living room and refilled them in the kitchen, Izumiya had draped her shirt over the shower curtain rod and trekked back out to meet him. The way his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning had her face instantly flushing and she couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh. "Don't stare at me like that, it's weird."

Sure, Toyomitsu had seen Izumiya in his sweaters before, but there was something much more intimate about her wearing his clothes while they were in his home. It made him feel even closer to her and like the dream he had of making her his girlfriend was well within his reach. "Sorry, you just..." Toyomitsu nervously bit down on his lip for a second as he considered if he should just go for it and ask her now. "I just... it's nice to see you in somethin' of mine."