Thanks to the pair of assholes who decided to pull both the guys' and girls' fire alarms at three a.m., Mirai was stuck outside, her blanket covering her shoulders and head while the firemen checked all of the dorms for a possible fire. Everyone knew that it was a joke, but it was required to check anyway.

Surrounded by boys in boxers and next-to-naked girls, Mirai couldn't help but blush. She kept her gaze on the designs of her pink slippers and tried to ignore everyone else.

"Kuriyama-san?"

She whipped her head up. No, please no. Don't let it be…

She turned around slowly.

"S-S-Senpai!"

Akihito cocked his head. "Why are you so jittery? Cold?"

In shorts so short they could be mistaken for underwear, and a tank top with spaghetti straps, Mirai had never shown that much skin in front of Akihito. Or anyone really.

"Y-Yes!" she stuttered as she looked away.

Akihito sighed. "Thought so." He tugged on the sleeves of his hoodie, pulled his arms back and slipped it off his head. He held the bottom of it open and put it on Mirai's head. He got her head through the neck hole and proceeded to pull it down. "Better?"

Putting her arms through the sleeves, she looked back up and her face turned even redder. Akihito stood in front of her in his boxers and a tight wifebeater. "Y-Yes…!"

Looking closer, Mirai noticed a small design on the front of Akihito's boxers. Squinting, she was able to make out the shape.

Glasses.

Of course.

Whilst disturbed, the firemen gave the all-clear, and they were allowed back in their dorms. As Akihito started to walk away, Mirai yelled for him.

"Senpai! What about your jacket?!"

"Give it back tomorrow," he said, turning back around. "I'll come by your dorm before class."

"O-Okay!"

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Three knocks on Mirai's door woke her the next morning. Rolling out of bed, she shuffled across the floor and opened it. Akihito stood on the other side, his backpack hanging off one shoulder and his books in his hands.

"Kuriyama-san," he said. He peered in the room and saw that she was still wearing the hoodie. He smirked. "You're gonna be late for class."

"Huuuuuh?!" Glancing back at her clock, she saw the time and screeched.

"And," Akihito went on. "You can keep the hoodie. You must like it if you slept in it."

"W-W-Wait a minute! I didn't mean to s-sleep in it, I p-passed out when I got back to my room!"

"Of course," Akihito started down the hall.

"Senpaaaaai!"