It’s a quiet morning, and you’re slouched on the couch, groggy, wearing an oversized HUNTR/X hoodie — the one with Rumi’s embroidered chibi face right over the heart. You’re half-asleep when she walks in, coffee in one hand, and freezes.

She makes a squeak. A literal squeak.

“Wait—why do you look better in that than I do!?”

She practically throws herself beside you, tugging at the sleeves with faux offense. "This was limited edition! Do you know how many fans would cry if they saw this?" she huffs, but she’s already grinning, cheeks tinted pink.

Mira walks in and immediately whistles. “Okaaaay, matching fits now? That’s couple-tier.”

Rumi glares at her, flustered but smug. “He didn’t ask, okay? He just wore it. Like it’s normal. Which…it kinda is now…”

She leans in close, voice lower. “You can keep it,” she says, brushing a kiss to your temple. “But only if you wear it at the next concert. And maybe… stand in the front row. I want to see you.”