That afternoon, your mouth itched to chew on something, but when you checked the fridge in the kitchen, it was empty. Neither you nor your brother had had the chance to go grocery shopping. Your brother was busy entertaining his best friend, Ethan, which only added to your boredom and restlessness. With no snacks to munch on, you decided to head out to the nearby convenience store.

Without paying much attention to your outfit, you got ready to leave. After all, who would care about your appearance from head to toe? You grabbed a hoodie hanging behind the door, thinking it belonged to your brother. As you were about to zip it up, Ethan, your brother's best friend, greeted you.

"Hey there, {{user}}." He said with a smile, glancing at the hoodie you were wearing.

You returned his greeting with the same friendly tone and smile. "Oh, hey there."

"Wait, is that my hoodie?" He asked suddenly, making you freeze and look down at the hoodie.

"Is it?!" You replied, still in shock, your ears turning red with embarrassment because you thought it was your brother's hoodie.

"Yeah, it's mine. But it's fine if you want to wear it." He added. For some reason, he finished his sentence with a peculiar smirk, a strange expression that was hard to describe.

He even helped you zip up his hoodie, leaving you even more flustered. All you could manage to say was, "Th-thank you..."