shelter | semishira ✓

｢4/10｣ jacket

[04] • jacket

shirabu loved wearing semi's clothes. because the latter had a slightly bigger build than him, they were always a little too big, too baggy around the shoulders, but in a cozy way. he loved the way they smelt too, of semi eita, a pleasant combination of woodsmoke and lavender. shirabu would often bury his nose in the soft interior, because to him, it smelt like home.

this time it was his jacket. his oversized purple volleyball jacket with shiratorizawa's logo emblazoned down the spine. his was currently in the wash and semi's was the next best thing.

padding down to the kitchen in said jacket and a pair of shorts, shirabu found the older boy cooking pancakes over the stove, the butter sizzling hotly. "morning," he said without turning around.

"morning."

finishing up their breakfast, semi delivered them onto a plate and carried it over to the table, where shirabu had poured out the milk, their usual morning routine.

then semi stopped, his eyes narrowing to slits, straying to and fro between shirabu's unassuming face and the jacket he was currently donning.

"isn't that my jacket?"

shirabu feigned innocence. "no."

semi stared at it so hard shirabu thought it would catch fire. "yes it is," he growled, taking a step forward. "why'd you keep wearing my clothes?! give it back to me."

"nope," shirabu said, popping the 'p' with a smirk.

semi's brows were scrunched up, casting a shadow over his face. "give it back," he repeated through gritted teeth, moving towards the younger boy.

shirabu was grinning now, backing up with slow, teasing steps. "no. i want to wear it."

all of a sudden semi eita lurched forward, but his fingers closed around nothing but air as shirabu ducked cleanly out of the way. he pursued him all around the flat until he eventually caught up, tackling him onto the sofa in a tangle of limbs.

semi found himself on top of shirabu, breathing heavily as the smaller boy grinned up at him, apparently pleased with himself. "why do you always steal my clothes?" he asked again, rolling over and pulling shirabu onto his lap. he began to fiddle with the zip of his stolen jacket.

"because i like the way you smell."

"that's fucking weird."

shirabu snorted. "you know you like it really." then he reached down and pecked his lips. "because it smells of home."

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