The-Dark-Fallen

"Oh for the love of-." A voice grunted from the kitchen. You blinked attentively, your attention now directed towards the distressed grunts coming from inside your kitchen corner. With a light smile you closed the novel you had been reading and stood up, smoothing out the clothing you had changed into upon arriving at Nebuya's place. As always, the muscled teen insisted that you change into something "more comfortable" when you spent the afternoon with him. As per usual his comfortable clothing came in the form of one of his large shirts, his basketball jacket once in a while, and a pair of your own sweatpants. You adjusted the neck of th