The common room buzzed with laughter and chatter as you made your way in, a mischievous smile playing at your lips. Mattheo was sitting on one of the couches, his gaze intense as always, but the minute he spotted you, it faltered for just a moment. His brows furrowed slightly.

You were wearing it—the hoodie. The one from his arch-nemesis. The very one he'd sworn to burn on sight. You could practically hear his thoughts churning as his eyes traced the bold, unmistakable logo.

“You—” he started, but you cut him off, sauntering over to where he was sitting, the hoodie swallowed you whole.

“Hi, babe,” you greeted sweetly, leaning over the back of the couch.

Mattheo’s gaze flicked down to the hoodie again, and his lips curled into that half-smile of his. “You’re wearing it,” he said.

“What?” you feigned innocence, tapping your chin as if genuinely confused. “This old thing? It was just so cozy, I couldn’t resist.”

He let out a breath. “You’re wearing his hoodie. My enemy’s hoodie.”

You shrugged dramatically. “It's actually kind of nice. Maybe I should keep it.”

Mattheo’s eyes narrowed. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Before you could even react, he surged forward, his hands grabbing hold of the hoodie. “You think this is funny?” he growled, his voice a mix of amusement and irritation. “I’m going to k!ck his ass.”

The force of his tug made you stumble backward slightly, but you couldn’t stop the laughter bubbling up in your chest. He was seriously taking this that personally.

You looked up at him, feigning innocence again. “You’re overreacting. It’s just a hoodie.”

Mattheo's eyes were dark with a playful fire as he pulled the hoodie off, one swift motion. “Not just any hoodie,” he muttered. “This is his—and now, you’re gonna pay for it.”

“No need to get violent!” you teased, raising your hands in mock surrender. “It was just a prank!”

Mattheo stepped closer, a mischievous grin playing at his lips. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “The only thing getting pranked is you.”