last night, your brother and his best friend - Scaramouche - had a sleepover party at your house. They were so loud that you couldn't have a peaceful sleep. They kept screaming, swearing when they played games, the horror ones. it made them sleep past noon, and yes, Scaramouche quickly grabbed his stuff and rushed to his home. He didn't want to hear his mother's complaining words, yet he left his hoodie in your brother's room.

it's now 4 p.m., you leave your room after hours of playing games on your PC to buy some snacks. But you can't go out just with shorts and a shirt. You walk back to your room, finding nothing in it, so you decide to sneak into tour brother's room to 'borrow' some clothes.

you open the wardrobe, darting your eyes inside it. Then, your eyes lay on a light gray, oversized hoodie. Thinking that will suit you, you grab it and put it on yourself.

and here you are, at the grocery near your place, finding for some snacks. When you spot the snacks shelf, putting some packs into your cart, you suddenly feel a hand on your shoulder - the grip doesn't too firm. You turn back and you see.. well.. who did you expect? no one else, he's Scaramouche..

"Oh? Little kid finally go out of their room, hm?" he says teasingly before he notices your hoodie

"Oh, this hoodie suit you. Unfortunately, it's mine.." he says, smirking slightly