𝐂𝐇. 𝟐𝟗

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Practice ran late. Again.

The gym lights buzzed above as I organized stats sheets and tried not to collapse from exhaustion. I'd been on my feet for hours, and the only thing keeping me going was the mental image of fried rice waiting at home.

The team was filing out one by one, yelling tired goodbyes. My hoodie, which I'd tossed to the bleachers earlier, had mysteriously vanished. Great.

I sighed and rubbed my arms. The gym felt colder at night.

"Cold?"

I looked up. Oikawa stood a few feet away, sweaty hair sticking to his forehead, his warmup hoodie in his hand.

"Nope," I said automatically, because pride.

He raised a brow. "You're literally shivering."

"Maybe I'm vibrating from rage."

He snorted. "Sure, tough guy." Then, without asking, he stepped forward and gently tugged the hoodie over my head.

It smelled like citrus and faint laundry detergent.

I blinked up at him, startled, arms still stuck in the sleeves like a confused worm.

"Are you trying to seduce me with warmth?" I asked, deadpan.

He grinned. "If it works, it works."

"You're unbelievable."

"And you're welcome."

I tugged the hoodie the rest of the way on and let out a sigh. It was oversized—way too big—but ridiculously comfortable.

Oikawa watched me adjust the sleeves with a weird look on his face. Not smug. Not flirty. Just... soft.

"You look good," he said before he could stop himself.

I blinked. "Huh?"

"IN THE HOODIE—YOU LOOK WARM—I MEANT WARM."

I laughed. "Wow. Crashing and burning."

He groaned and covered his face. "Why do I talk?"

"You have a brain-to-mouth issue."

"And you have a hoodie now. So we're even."

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Next Morning — Team Practice

I walked into the gym, clipboard in hand, still wearing Oikawa's hoodie.

Yes. Still. Because it was warm. And maybe I'd kind of slept in it.

Sue me.

Hanamaki noticed first. His jaw dropped like I walked in holding a sign that said I Kissed the Captain.

"Is that—"

"Shut up," I said quickly.

Matsukawa turned around and did a double take. "That's not your hoodie."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"That's Oikawa's hoodie."

"Is it?" I said innocently. "I found it."

"On his body?" Hanamaki offered.

Iwaizumi choked on his water.

"You're all annoying," I muttered, turning away.

Oikawa walked in five seconds later, blinking at the commotion. Then he saw me.

Wearing his hoodie.

And he froze.

His mouth parted like he was about to say something, but then he just... stared.

Hanamaki elbowed him. "Say something, lover boy."

"Shut up," Oikawa muttered, face bright red.

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Oikawa's POV

She looked better in my hoodie than I ever had.

Which wasn't fair.

And also illegal? Probably?

She wore it like it was hers. She hadn't given it back. She didn't plan to give it back. And the sleeves were too long, so she kept pushing them up while walking around barking orders and yelling at me like the sleeves weren't hiding the softest smile I'd ever seen.

She was the most confusing person I'd ever met.

And I was completely screwed.

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Y/N's POV — That Night

I got home and stared at myself in the mirror.

Oikawa's hoodie hung off my frame like a blanket. The scent was still there—citrus and him. It was warm and oversized and somehow made me feel safe.

Gosh.

Maybe I was soft for him.

Just a little.

But he didn't need to know that. Ever.

I curled up in bed wearing the hoodie like it was mine. Because now? It kinda was.

And when my phone buzzed with a text from Oikawa, I didn't even fight the smile.

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Messages — Oikawa

Oikawa:Still haven't returned my hoodie, manager-channn~

You:I think you mean my hoodie?

Oikawa:I can come over and take it back 👀

You:Try it and die

Oikawa:So you're keeping it

You:Maybe.

Oikawa:Then it better be the only boy's hoodie you're wearing 😤

You:Oh my gosh bye.

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Group Chat

Matsukawa:So it's been 24 hours and she's still wearing it

Hanamaki:Oikawa hasn't shut up about it once

Iwaizumi:I caught him whispering "it's hers now" to himself

Kyoutani:I hate all of you