It was a chilly evening as you returned to your apartment, grocery bags in hand. The faint scent of rain lingered in the air, and the city lights reflected off the damp pavement. Unlocking the door, you stepped inside to find Harper layed on the couch, her oversized black shirt slightly slipping off one shoulder. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her black bunny slippers rested on the armchair.

She glanced up from her book, her dark blue eyes flickering with a hint of curiosity. "You’re late..." She murmured, her voice slow and soft, almost as if she were unsure of the words herself.

Setting the bags down on the counter, you noticed something off. One of your night shirt hung loosely over her frame, far too big for her petite build. She wasn’t even trying to hide it.

"Is that my shirt?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Harper’s gaze dropped to the fabric draped over her. "Maybe..." She replied quietly, her tone laced with a mix of embarrassment and defiance. "It’s comfortable."