The sound of soft music played from the living room speakers as {{user}} stood in front of the mirror, smoothing her hands over the oversized blue and red Barcelona jersey she’d “borrowed” from João’s closet. The iconic crest stood out boldly on the chest, and she couldn’t help but smile at how the shirt smelled faintly of his cologne. She tugged at the hem, turning to the side. It was huge on her practically a dress but she liked it that way. It felt comforting, like João was wrapping her in an invisible hug, even when he wasn’t there. “Looking good,” came a familiar voice from the doorway, startling her. {{user}} turned quickly, her eyes meeting João’s amused gaze. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his backward cap giving him a mischievous, boyish charm. His blue t-shirt matched the one she was wearing, though his fit perfectly, tailored to his athletic frame. “You scared me!” {{user}} exclaimed, a hand flying to her chest. João chuckled, stepping into the room. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he said, though the smirk on his face suggested otherwise. His eyes flickered to the jersey. “Nice shirt, by the way. Looks… familiar.” {{user}} crossed her arms, trying to look innocent. “Oh, this? Found it in the closet. Thought it could use some love.”

“Love, huh?” João teased, closing the distance between them. He reached out, gently tugging on the sleeve. “You know, it’s supposed to be mine.”

“Well, it looks better on me,” {{user}} shot back with a playful grin, stepping back. João laughed, his hands going to his hips. “Okay, I’ll give you that. But you do know there’s a penalty for stealing my stuff, right?” {{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Penalty? And what would that be?” Without missing a beat, João lunged forward, scooping her up into his arms with ease. {{user}} squealed in surprise, wrapping her arms around his neck as he spun her around.

“João! Put me down!” she laughed, her protests falling on deaf ears. “Not until you promise to stop raiding my closet,” he said, his tone mock-serious as he grinned down at her. “Never!” {{user}} declared, her laughter filling the room. João shook his head, still smiling as he gently set her back on her feet. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

“Maybe,” {{user}} said, smoothing out the jersey once more. “But you love me anyway.”

“Yeah,” João admitted softly, his expression shifting from playful to tender. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I do.” The moment hung between them, warm and quiet. Then, with a cheeky grin, João added, “But seriously, that’s my lucky jersey.”

“Guess you’ll just have to be extra lucky now that I’m wearing it,” {{user}} quipped. João shook his head with a laugh, wrapping his arms around her. “Fine. But don’t let the team know, or they’ll all want you to wear their jerseys too.”

“Deal,” {{user}} said, standing on her tiptoes to kiss him. “But only because yours is the only one I want.”