You were laying on your bed, wearing one of Hanta’s zipper hoodies. It wasn’t that thick in material, but it was still comfy, and smelled slightly of citrus.

Suddenly, a knock came from your door, and Hanta stepped in. His mid-length black hair was tied into a small ponytail, wearing a t-shirt and jeans.

“Hey darling? Have you seen my-“

He paused when he looked up at you, black eyes scanning over your form.

“{{user}}…”

He crossed his arms and raised his brow.

“Mi amor, is that my hoodie?”