(don't look) but I want it // Yuuta x Reader

(the best of a) simple thing

When you walked into his apartment - and effectively into his life - Yuta never imagined he'd become so hooked on you. You had seemed like a bad company, like clear trouble. But you'd found him through a mutual friend, so he let it slide. He needed a roommate, and the worst that could happen would be having to kick you out. Or so he thought.

He never thought he'd become obsessed with you.

Well, obsessed is a strong word. Heavily infatuated could do. You plagued his mind constantly, and just your presence was enough to have him red in the face. Yuta thought that it was just a sexual thing, over time it would fade. It didn't. And sharing an apartment with you, getting to know you, only made it worse. On one hand he'd be jerking off furiously to the thought of you, on the other he'd be aching to do the most domestic type of shit.

One thing he found himself desiring pretty quickly was to see you dressed in one of his clothes. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt cute as fuck. Sure, he didn't tower over you, but his oversized shirts would still look bigger than your frame. To Yuta, the thought alone was enough to have his heart leaping - and his cock hardening - in less than a second.

Though, he never thought that would actually happen. Until it did. The first time he got a chance to see you in one of his clothes was on a rare day that he was going from college straight to your shared apartment. It was a day off, and he had plans for it, until it started raining out of the nothing while he was still in class. When it came time to leave, the rain had turned heavy, water falling from the sky with rage and bringing a cold wind with it. Yuta considered himself lucky for always having an umbrella lost somewhere in his bag.

To his surprise, when he came to the arched entrance of the college building, he saw you, looking into the rainy street with a desolate expression. It was rare for him to see you at campus, the buildings where the visual arts students had their classes couldn't be further from his own. Slowly, he walked up to you, coming to stand by your side as he watched your expression.

"You forgot you your umbrella again?"

You almost jumped by his side, and Yuta couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from his chest. He muttered a sorry when you looked back at him, eyes burning with anger. Even that was cute. Looking at you now, he also couldn't help noticing how you had your hands rubbing your arms, body closing in tight on itself. You were dressed in just a tshirt and jeans, clearly not expecting to get cold any time soon.

"Yeah," you respond with a pout, "this is ridiculous, it was sunny when I left home!"

"The weather changes a lot around this time of the year," he adds with a shrug, pulling the umbrella from inside his backpack. "I can give you a ride if you want?"

"Don't you have to go to the office?"

"Nah, got a day off today, I was heading home anyway," Yuta says with a smile, watching as your face lights up at the offer, his heart warming up at the sight.

"Oh, shit, Yuta, thank you so much. You are a lifesaver," you smile, and he can feel the blush that's creeping its way on his face.

"Don't need to thank me, really, I'm just glad to help," he responds in a gentle tone, voice growing more concerned as he looks over you again. "Are you cold?"

"A little, I really wasn't expecting this."

"Well, I," he pauses, unsure if he should stay what he is thinking before he decides to go for it anyway. "I can give you my hoodie, so you don't have to walk back while cold."

Yuta looks over you, hand tugging at the fabric of the white hoodie he was wearing. He is pretty sure he is blushing, but he can't focus on that right now. On one hand, you were cold, and he really just wanted to help. But on the other, well he is pretty sure that if you accept, he is gonna have the image of you in that hoodie burned into his mind forever.