── 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝟵𝟱% 𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 the varsity jacket which Muchiko was currently drowning in was his. He could recognise the dark colours and matches of a lighter shade in strange shapes from where the other had placed stickers on the fabric and wouldn't let him take them off for a week.

He blinks at the figure of his partner from across the room, watching as they curl up on on the far too comfortable couch, sleeves completely covering their hands, the jacket being slightly too large and engulfing their body. They looked so comfortable─as if they were always meant to be there wearing it.

Muchiko, oblivious to their boyfriends staring, tug the varsity jacket tighter around themselves and sighs, content. "I think i'll be keeping this." Their lips curling into a soft smile as they close their eyes.

Lucille raised an eyebrow. "That's mine." His expression thinning out with the blank tone in his voice. The gingers response was only to tilt their head to the side, opening one of their eyes as they pursed their lips. "No, it's ours now." They corrected Lucille on his words.

". . .that's not how that works." The other responded, folding his arms over his chest as the fabric of his shirt shuffled with every movement he took.

"It is if i look cute enough." They gave him an exaggerated pout, blinking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "C'mon, Luci. Look at me. Can you really take it back now?" They shifted their weight around, leaning forward and tilting their head much more.

He wanted to say yes. He wanted to be logical about this─he could more than easily grab the jacket from his partner. But, god they looked so ridiculously cozy in the jacket, in his jacket. Their entire body half-swallowed by the fabric, their fingers barely peeking out from the sleeves/ And─worse of all─Muchiko smelt like him now.

Lucille cleared his throat, shifting his foot against the flooring awkwardly. "You're.. impossible." And In turn; the ginger grinned, wiggling her fingers at him. "Impossible and adorable." They stated, their confident tone causing the other to crack a faint smile.

He rolled his eyes with an exaggerated sigh, sitting down besides them whilst shaking his head. "You're a menace." He muttered.

"Yeah, yeah." Muchiko leaned their head against his shoulder, their a sense of smugness floating around them. "Admit it, you like seeing me in your clothes."

Lucille hadn't responded, only exhaling and tilting his head back to rest on the couch─his eyes lingering around the popcorn seeming ceiling as his hand slipped around the others waist, pulling them closer.

𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗦𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡 𝗕𝗬 Lucille continued holding onto Muchiko, and refusing to allow them to leave his side. He saw it only being fair, after all, the other was still leaning on his shoulder wearing his comfortable jacket.. radiating smug energy, somehow after all the time passing.

He was doing everything in his power to act completely unaffected with the sight of them all wrapped up in his hoodie like they belonged in it─and frankly, being honest with himself, they kind of did. With a quick glance down to them, his body grew a bit hotter, heat rushing to his cheeks as he faced away. The thought of how could anyone in the world be this adorable, this cute, and this perfect rushing throughout his mind.

The television played on in the background─Muchiko having put it on after realising Lucille wasn't going to let them leave so easily─it was playing a softhearted anime movie, but to be completely honest it seemed like neither of them were even watching. It was more of a use of quite background noises so the silence never got too awkward or tense.

After a few moments of their comfortable silence lingering around, Muchiko shifts slightly, rubbing her cheek against the fabric with a content hum. "Mmh.. It's warm." The other blinked with a hummed response. "Yeah, because it's mine."

"Wrong." They yawn, nuzzling deeper into the jacket and leaning further into Lucille while doing so. "It's warm because it's ours." They closed their eyes, finding comfort in the warmth of not only Lucille's clothes, but his body as well.

Said male paused. His brain short-circuiting a little upon hearing the words form from the others lips. Had they even realised what they had just said? Gee, they just throw out such sentences that could probably kill a guy so casually.. And they have no idea the effect the words had on him.

Muchiko lets out another sigh, relaxing even more than before─somehow. "Seriously, i understand why you wear this so often now. It's perfect." Their voice faded off in a daze-like tone. And Lucille glanced back down to them, the way they were just so comfortably his in this moment, and─before he could even stop himself─he speaks.

". . .You can keep it."

Muchiko's head snapped up in an instant. She blinked towards him, processing his words. They could have never thought that they would see the day Lucille would willingly allow anyone to wear his jacket─Lucille himself couldn't believe his own words. "Wait, really?" They mumble, tilting their head one more as some strands of hair fell in between their eyes.

The other shrugged, pretending to be far more indifferent than he actually was. "Yeah." Muchiko's eyes lit up, though they shook their head and leaned closer into him. "Are you sure? You love this jacket more than anything." They pointed out─perhaps they shouldn't ponder too much, they didn't exactly want for Lucille to take his words back.

"It's just a jacket," Lucille says, turning his head away and leaning his body further back into the couch. "Besides. . . it looks better on you." He lowered his voice, the heat within his cheeks flowing all around the rest of his body. He could have sworn there was a flutter in his stomach.

Muchiko stared. And the other could very much feel their gaze burning into him, though he refused to meet their eye. Knowing that if he had, they'd see everything─how he was trying his best not to smile, how his ears and cheeks were turning pink, how he had absolutely lost this short battle between them.

Then─rather softly─Muchiko giggled. However, it wasn't at all like their usual bright, teasing laugh. No, this one was quite. Warm. Like they were just truly really happy. They tugged the sleeves over their hands once more, burying their face into the fabric. ". . .Thanks, Love."

Lucille exhales, rolling his eyes as tried his hardest to not be overly affected by the others actions, their words, the sweet─angelic─giggling. "Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes.

The ginger leans back into him, the large shit-eating grin still to her lips. "Just so you know, this is a dangerous game you're playing at." They moved their hand to the others chest, softly twirling the strings of his hoodie around their finger.

The other in question frowned─his expression dropping upon hearing the tone used. "What do you mean?" He was almost afraid to ask. He adored his partner, don't get him wrong. But gee were they a pure wild-card.

"I mean, if you keep letting me steal your clothes, you might not get them back!" Lucille gazed over to them, at the way they had already made themselves at home in his clothes─and was practically melting into his body─the more time that he took to ponder over it, he couldn't help but think that. . .

...He doesn't think he'd mind.

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