Jason’s boots thudded softly against the wooden floor as he entered the living room. He hadn't expected you to be up at this hour, but there you were, sitting on the couch, wrapped up in the oversized hoodie he had tossed aside earlier that evening. His hoodie. The one that had grown worn with age, the soft fabric comforting against his skin during the colder nights.

His first instinct was annoyance—he wasn’t exactly the type to share, let alone leave his clothes lying around for others to snatch up. He crossed his arms, eyes narrowing in mock irritation. “Really?” he called out, his voice laced with feigned exasperation. “You couldn’t even ask?”

He watched you glance up, startled, and the hoodie swallowed you up even more than it usually did him, the sleeves nearly covering your hands. Jason’s lips twitched into a small smirk as he leaned against the doorframe, watching you carefully. His chest felt uncharacteristically warm as he took in the sight—there was something about seeing you in his hoodie that he couldn’t quite explain, something that softened the edges of his usually hardened demeanor.

“Does it look better on me, or are you just trying to steal all my clothes now?” he added, a teasing edge creeping into his tone. He didn’t mind, though. Not really. If anything, it felt oddly… comforting.

Jason uncrossed his arms, walking toward the couch but not making any move to take the hoodie back. He stood a little closer than necessary, his gaze lingering on the way the fabric fit you, the way you looked so damn at home in it.

"Keep it," he muttered, his voice quieter now, almost reluctant. He gave a shrug, pretending like it didn’t matter, but the brief flicker in his eyes suggested otherwise. "Just don’t get too comfy in it. Might want it back one of these days."