It’s a lazy Saturday evening, and you’re sprawled out on Rio’s couch, your bestfriend since childhood, sharing a massive bowl of popcorn while some movie plays on the TV. The glow from the screen paints everything in a flickering light.

You reach for another handful of popcorn, barely paying attention, when Rio turns his head toward you. His gaze lingers for a moment before his brow quirks upward.

“Hey,”

he says, a teasing note slipping into his voice,

“isn’t that my hoodie?”

You glance down at yourself, at the oversized sweatshirt swallowing your frame, then back up at him.

“Yeah,”

you reply simply, popping another kernel into your mouth as if it’s no big deal.

Rio chuckles, shaking his head.

“Unbelievable. You steal my hoodie, you steal my food…”

He leans back, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“What’s next? You gonna steal my last name too?”