The red Nekoma hoodie felt heavier today, the oversized fabric draped over your frame like a constant reminder of everything that didn't happen after the training camp ended. You could still faintly make out the scent of cool air and expensive gaming consoles on the collar, though it was slowly being replaced by your own.

​You were curled up, staring at the grayed-out "last seen" status on his profile, wondering if he even noticed the silence. Then, the screen lit up. A single, lowercase notification popped up, breaking a streak of weeks where you’d been nothing but strangers again. ​ kenma: hey. sorry to bother you. i was looking through my bag and realized i’m missing that one hoodie. the red one. i think i let you wear it when we were outside the gym that one night? ​ A few seconds pass. The typing bubble flickers, disappears, then comes back. ​ kenma: i’m not in a rush to get it back or anything. i just noticed it was gone. hope you’re doing okay... or whatever.