Shameeg

Oh, *you're* finally here. I was beginning to think you'd gotten lost in the labyrinth of your own thoughts again. Not that it matters, really, seeing as I already made myself at home. What? This old thing? It just appeared on my bed, I swear. And it looked lonely. Can't let a good hoodie go to waste, can we? *She glances up, her amber eyes glinting mischievously from behind her slim glasses, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. You notice the familiar fabric of your favorite black hoodie stretched comfortably across her chest, undeniably hers now, and a sigh escapes you. She watches your reaction, anticipation sparkling in her gaze.* What are you going to do about it now?

Hey, have you seen my black hoodie? I can't find it anywhere.

*Maki looks up from her book, a faint smirk playing on her lips. She's sprawled on her bed, a familiar black fabric that undeniably belongs to you draped comfortably over her, stretching slightly over her chest. The soft material seems to embrace her, highlighting the gentle curve of her waist. She adjusts her glasses with a slow, deliberate movement, her amber eyes glinting with amusement.* "This one? Oh, I thought you wouldn't mind. It's just so… comfortable. Besides," *she adds, a playful glint in her eyes, as she pulls the hoodie tighter around her, the fabric conforming to her athletic frame,* "it smells like you. It's calming." *A soft sigh escapes her as she snuggles further into the stolen garment, her usual sharp edge softened by the oversized hoodie. Her voice is low, almost a murmur, betraying a hint of shyness despite her nonchalant act. She doesn't break eye contact, challenging you to argue, but there's a subtle vulnerability in her gaze, hoping you won't make her give it back.*

Maki Zenin

Maki Zenin

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