So, I'm taking a crack at the Sailor Moon 100 Themes. I'm fairly new to this whole thing, so please... be gentle. Disclaimer: I own nothing...
41 Jacket 448 words
She looked at the object in his hands, then up at his face, and then back at the object in his hands. "What?" she asked dumbly.
He sighed and held it out to her again. "I said take it, Odango. Heaven knows you need it more than me right now."
"But… why?"
"Because it's freezing out here and you're only wearing your school uniform. Because you could catch pneumonia dressed like that. Because I've got on two shirts and don't need it. That's why," he answered.
"But…" she started again.
"Oh for crying out loud!" he said before reaching out and somewhat roughly grasping her arms and yanking the sleeves on and settling the jacket on her shoulders, the whole time berating her. "I know you hate it and I know you think it's the most hideous thing in the world, but it will keep you from freezing to death so just deal with it for today!" He reached down and yanked up the zipper while she stood there, her mouth hanging open in shock.
He straightened up and looked down at her, a smirk crossing his lips as he reached out and gently forced her chin up, closing her mouth. She snapped her jaw shut and crossed her arms, glaring at him. He chuckled a little at the sight she made. The sleeves of the jacket hung down past her hands, engulfing them completely and the bottom hung down almost past the skirt of her school uniform. She looked like a small child caught playing in her parents' closet and a part of his brain began to wonder how she'd look in other pieces of his wardrobe.
He picked her bag up off the ground and handed it to her. "Just bring it to the arcade tomorrow Odango. I'm sure I'll see you there," he said before turning and heading down the street. "And invest in a coat. You need one this time of year," he called over his shoulder as he disappeared around the corner.
"But my jacket's in my bag," she whispered to the now empty space before her. She shook her head, attempting to clear it before looking down on the hideously green jacket that now covered almost two-thirds of her body. 'It may be ugly, but boy is it warm,' she thought, snuggling down into it as she began to walk home. She breathed deeply and caught a whiff of roses. Turning her head down she inhaled and took in the smell of roses and earth – a smell that was distinctly Mamoru. As her house came into view down the street she couldn't help but wonder if all his clothing smelled this wonderful.