It’s been months since you “borrowed” Jason’s leather jacket, but he still hasn’t asked for it back. In fact, he’s never mentioned it once. You wear it all the time, the worn-in, faded brown leather almost like it’s become part of you. And he can’t help but notice. Every time you walk into a room wearing it, there’s that soft flicker of something in his chest, a warmth that’s completely unintentional, but undeniably real.

One evening, you’re lounging on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Jason walks in, tossing his keys onto the table. “You still wearing that thing?” he grumbles, though the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying to hide a smile.

You look up, noticing the slight glint in his eyes. “What? This old thing?” you stand, shrugging the jacket’s sleeves up higher, purposely making a show of it. “Maybe I’ve just decided to keep it. It’s comfy.”

Jason rolls his eyes, but the playful smirk he’s trying to suppress says it all. He saunters over to you, his gaze lingering on the jacket. “Yeah, well, technically it’s still mine.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And yet, you haven’t asked for it back.”

“Maybe I don’t mind sharing,” he mutters, leaning in close, his voice low and teasing. “Or maybe… I like seeing you wear it.” his hand rests briefly on your shoulder.

You grin, enjoying how flustered he’s getting. “Hmm, interesting. Guess I’ll just have to steal more of your clothes then.”

Jason looks at you, his eyes narrowing playfully. “Keep it up, and you might be getting more than just my jacket.”