5Toubun no Hanayome - His shirt (Doujinshi) Manhua

As Itsuki stood in front of Fuutarou's apartment, her heart raced with uncertainty. Should she knock on the door, or should she turn and leave, avoiding any potential embarrassment? But a voice inside her urged her to stay, to take a leap of faith. When Fuutarou opened the door, his hair tousled and his eyes heavy with sleep, Itsuki's breath caught in her throat. He wore a simple white shirt that hugged his form, exuding a quiet confidence that drew her in. Words failed her for a moment, but then she mustered the courage to speak. "I couldn't sleep," she confessed, her voice barely a whisper. Fuutarou's eyes searched hers, trying to decipher the meaning behind her words. Without a word, he stepped aside, silently inviting her inside. They sat in the dimly lit living room, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator. Itsuki's fingers played nervously with the hem of her shirt as she struggled to break the heavy silence. Fuutarou seemed lost in thought, his gaze fixed on a distant memory. Then, in a moment of impulse, Itsuki blurted out, "Can I borrow your shirt?" Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Fuutarou's warm smile melted away her fears. "Sure," he replied, disappearing into his bedroom. As Itsuki slipped on his shirt, she was enveloped in his familiar scent, a blend of coffee and a hint of spice that stirred something deep within her. A sense of calm washed over her, a feeling of closeness she had longed for without realizing. Fuutarou returned, handing her the shirt with a gentle smile. Sitting beside her, their arms brushed against each other, sending a shiver down her spine. In that moment, as the morning light filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over them, Itsuki felt a connection she had never experienced before. Hearts beating in quiet unison, they sat in comfortable silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging between them. And in that moment, Itsuki knew that she had found a piece of happiness she never knew she needed.