She had done it again.
That little blond kleptomaniac had taken another one of his hoodies behind his back. She must've slipped into his room while he was getting drinks for everyone in the living room downstairs. The anime show called Shugo Chara was playing on Amu's laptop, and all his friends were watching to see the uncanny resemblance each character had for them. Too lazy to pause the video, they had asked him to get the drinks. When he came back, they were crouching over their elementary and middle school yearbooks, comparing their younger selves to the characters on screen. "It's kind of creepy how on point they are with us," said Kukai with a small frown.
"It's not like they meant to have their animations resemble us," assured Amu.
"Coincidence then?" Kukai asked the gang.
They all nodded their heads in agreement.
"At least we know we look good animated." Nagihiko looked over at the blond haired speaker and sighed. Sitting on the floor was Rima clad in his favorite blue hoodie that he had just washed before they came over and left out on his bed in plain sight. It pooled around her and hid her crisscrossed legs underneath its folds. Walking over to their little circle, he set the drinks down on the round coffee table and plastered on a fake smile to hide his annoyance. Addressing Rima, he asked, "Why do you have my hoodie on," and just to make sure he wouldn't be the only one annoyed in his group of friends, he added in a sing-song voice, "Rima-chan?"
Rima ground her teeth together and answered flatly, "Because I can," as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"But it's not yours."
She shrugged. "I always give it back."
"Still," he pressed stubbornly.
Her eyebrow began to twitch, and he smiled genuinely this time at the telltale sign that he was starting to get under her skin. "If you're so bugged by me wearing your hoodie,"-her eyebrow stopped twitching as an idea came to her mind-" then get yourself a girlfriend," she deadpanned. He watched slack jawed as she exited the room to put the yearbooks away for Amu, her face expression as calm and unreadable as it had been when he delivered their drinks.
