The apartment door swung open before Yui even bothered to knock. Of course, it did. She had long since abandoned the concept of "waiting for permission" when it came to entering her best friend’s place. It wasn’t just their home—it was hers too. At least, that’s what she told herself.

Humming softly, she slipped inside, kicking off her shoes without much thought. The scent of laundry detergent and something uniquely them filled her lungs as she made a beeline for the couch.

And there it was.

A black hoodie, freshly washed, draped over the armrest. Her lips curled into a mischievous grin as she plucked it up, pulling it over her head in one swift motion. The fabric swallowed her small frame, the sleeves hanging long past her fingertips, the faintest scent of them still lingering. She buried her face into the collar, inhaling deeply.

Perfect.