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Daichi x Reader - Shirt Issues

"Daichi! Help!!!"

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"GAH"

Daichi raised his head from his shōjo manga (yes he likes shōjo manga don't argue with me)
He heard a few more thumps upstairs and another cry for help when he decided he should find the source of the cry. His bedroom.

He wondered what his girlfriend needed help with, yet again, you were the type of person that just wanted to mess with people. (me irl lol)

He opened the door, only to see you laying on the floor, arms spread out as you blew a strand of hair away from your face. You repeated the gesture a couple more times before finally noticing his presence.

"Daichi!" You sat up, beaming. The over-sized shirt you were wearing covered your thighs, which Daichi was silently glad for as you had the habit of not wearing pants when they were inside. You also had the habit of stealing his shirts to wear as pajamas, just like you did now.

"Um..... ____, do you always have to wear my shirt?" Daichi asked curiously.

"Well duh, dummy. I like this shirt." You said, as you held the shirt further from your body to reveal the big "1" on it. Daichi often found out his shirt smelled like you before his volleyball practice, and it smelled like cherry blossoms.

"Aren't you, I don't know, a bit grossed out? I mean, I do sweat a lot in that shirt," he leaned on the doorframe, crossing his arms as a small smirk appeared on his face.

"Hm.. Not really. I mean, I should be but you somehow manage to make it smell so nice so I don't know," your voice had turned into quiet mumbling and Daichi watched as your face heated up considerably by the end of your sentence, which caused him to laugh.

"Hey! What are you laughing at!" You yelled, pouting at the muscular brunet.

"Ah! Anyway, you need to help me Daichi!" You groaned, plopping yourself back down on the floor and letting out a small 'ow!' when your head hit the floor hard. You grumbled, turning to your side and pouting.

The captain walked over with a smile and, after helping you to sit up, placed a small kiss on your forehead.

"Alright. What do you need help with, princess?"

You mumbled, playing with your thumbs nervously. Raising an eyebrow, Daichi asked you to repeat yourself, to which your face turned even red.

"I.. I-I need help getting y-y-your shirt off..."
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"D-Daichi! Don't laugh at me dammit!"