You were laying on your bed, wearing one of Hitoshi’s hoodies. It wasn’t too thick or thin in material and the zipper was broken so it was always open, but it was comfortable and smelled of him.

A soft knock came from your door. Hitoshi came in, running a hand through his purple hair.

“Hey darling? Did I leave my-“

He paused when he looked up at you. Hitoshi’s violet eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms and raised his brow, eyeing you up and down.

“…Kitty, is that my hoodie?”