Sero’s POV

Sero almost choked on his drink when he saw her walk in wearing his hoodie. It hung off her shoulders, sleeves way too long, hood flopped halfway over her eyes.

“Oi—” he pointed lazily from across the couch. “That’s mine, isn’t it?”

{{user}} paused mid-walk, shrugged like it was no big deal.

Sero laughed, leaning back. “Not saying you have to give it back... just warning you, it might come with permanent ownership rights now.”

He tilted his head, grin softening. “You’re kinda dangerous looking in that thing.”

And he didn’t even try to hide the blush creeping up his ears.