Pairing: Harua × Maki
Trope: Roommate slow-burn fluff, hoodie borrowing, quiet confessions, and eventual cuddles 💭🧸

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"Do you even own clothes?"

"I do. Yours are just better."

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Harua wasn't sure when it started—probably sometime between Maki's third and fifth "accidental" hoodie theft.

At first, he'd thought it was just coincidence. Living together meant laundry got mixed up, hoodies looked similar, and Harua wasn't exactly territorial. But then it happened again. And again.

And always his hoodies.

The oversized gray one with the soft lining? Gone.
The dark blue one he wore on chill days? Now draped over Maki's shoulders while he did skincare.
The faded green one with sleeves too long for even Harua? Maki wore it like it was his birthright.

Each time, Harua would sigh and say, "That's mine, you know."

Each time, Maki would grin and go, "Oops," without giving it back.

Harua pretended to be annoyed.

But secretly?

He loved it.

☁️ One Morning – Hoodie Count: 0/3

Harua shuffled into the kitchen, sleep still clinging to his brain like a fog. The morning sun painted the dorm a soft gold, and Maki was sitting at the counter with bed hair, cereal, and—Harua's navy hoodie.

Again.

Harua narrowed his eyes. "Do you even own clothes?"

Maki didn't look up. "I do. Yours are just better."

"That's my favorite one."

"That's why I'm wearing it."

Harua let out a dramatic sigh and reached for a mug. "Unbelievable."

Maki chuckled. "You say that like you don't let me."

Harua didn't respond.

Because it was true.

He started noticing other things, too.

Maki only wore his hoodies on quiet days. On laundry nights. On movie marathons and long study sessions. He buried himself in them, sleeves past his wrists, hood sometimes pulled up while he scrolled on his phone or hummed along to music.

It didn't feel like stealing.

It felt like...

Home. Shared.

But Harua didn't know what to say.

So he said nothing at all.

🍂 One Rainy Afternoon

The dorm was quiet—everyone scattered between schedules and naps. Harua came back from grocery shopping, hoodie over his head, sneakers damp from the rain.

Maki wasn't in the kitchen.

Or the living room.

Or anywhere obvious.

Until Harua reached their shared room and saw him curled up on Harua's bed. Eyes closed. Headphones in. Completely at peace.

And wearing his oldest, softest hoodie.

The one Harua never let anyone touch.

His heart squeezed a little.

He stepped closer, about to pull the blanket up over Maki—

When his hand brushed the front pocket and felt... paper?

Frowning, Harua tugged it out gently.

Folded. Slightly crumpled. Maki's handwriting.

He hadn't meant to read it.

But his name was on the corner.

So he did.

"I only borrow your hoodies because they feel like you.
When I wear them, I don't feel so far from you. It makes bad days better. It makes good days softer.
But I can't tell you that. Not yet."

Harua stared at the note.

Something warm and terrifying bloomed in his chest.

He looked at Maki—still asleep, mouth slightly parted, hoodie sleeves nearly covering his hands—and he thought:

I already knew.

But seeing it... reading it...
Was different.

Real.

Beautiful.

🌙 That Night

They didn't talk about it immediately.

Harua tucked the note back. Made dinner. Sat next to Maki during a movie and didn't say a word.

But his hand brushed against Maki's under the blanket.

And this time, he didn't pull away.

Later, as they were both getting ready for bed, Harua finally turned to him.

"Maki?"

"Yeah?"

"I, uh..." He scratched the back of his neck. "I found the note."

Maki froze, toothbrush in hand.

"The one in my hoodie," Harua clarified.

"Oh," Maki said softly. "That... wasn't supposed to be found."

"I liked finding it."

Maki looked up, surprised. "Really?"

Harua nodded. "I like when you wear my hoodies, too. Even when I pretend to be mad."

"...You're really good at pretending."

Harua laughed. "Yeah. So are you."

They stood there, quiet.

Then Maki stepped closer. "You don't think it's weird?"

Harua shook his head. "I think it's kind of... perfect."

💖 The Cuddle That Changed Everything

That night, Harua climbed into bed first.

He half-expected Maki to stay in his own bunk.

But instead, Maki padded over, still wearing Harua's hoodie, and wordlessly slid in beside him.

They faced each other, barely any space between them.

"This okay?" Maki asked quietly.

"More than okay," Harua murmured.

Maki hesitated.

Then: "Can I borrow you too?"

Harua blinked. Then smiled.

"Always."

The blanket settled over them. Legs tangled. Breaths synced.

Harua tucked his chin into the top of Maki's hoodie and whispered, "You feel like home too, you know."

Maki didn't say anything back.

But the way he curled closer, hoodie fabric soft between them?

Said everything.

The End.
(Or rather, the beginning of sharing everything—hoodies included.)