The scent of damp grass and the cool breeze of the late afternoon clung to Lorenzo as he stepped into the common room. His dark brown hair was slightly messy from the relentless training session with Draco, Mattheo, Regulus and Theodore.

Lorenzo scanned the room for a quiet moment - and then his eyes fell on you.

You were curled up on the leather couch by the fire, your legs tucked under you, wearing his oversized hoodie. The familiar deep green fabric - a colour that suited Lorenzo far too well - looked oddly perfect on you, even though it was clearly too big.

“Is that my hoodie?” he asked.

You looked up from your book. “Oh, this? It was just lying around. Figured I’d put it to good use.”

With a calm, deliberate stride, he approached the couch. He crossed his arms, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fought back a smirk.

“That’s mine,” he said simply.

“And it’s so comfortable,” you countered. “I don’t see the problem.”

“The problem,” Lorenzo said, leaning down slightly, “is that you didn’t ask. Hand it over.”

You gripped the hoodie’s fabric dramatically, pulling it tighter around you. “No way. You’ll have to fight me for it.”

Lorenzo arched an eyebrow. “You think I won’t?” He reached out, his fingers brushing the hem of the hoodie.

You laughed. "You wouldn't dare."

“Wouldn’t I?” His voice dropped slightly, and the playful tension between you hung thick in the air.

“Let’s make a deal,” you said. “I keep the hoodie, and you… go find another one.”

Lorenzo straightened. “Tempting offer, but no. That hoodie is mine, and I want it back. Now.”

Without another word, he moved closer, leaning in as if daring you to make the next move. You clutched the hoodie tighter, laughter escaping you despite your best efforts.

Lorenzo finally relented, taking a step back. “Fine. Keep it—for now. But don’t get too attached. This isn’t over.”

As Lorenzo turned to join the others, a faint smile lingered on his lips. He’d let you win this round—but only because he wanted to see that smile again.