He's Real | 2D x reader

"O-oh, you're leaving? Here, you should probably take this back, then."

Just as you were beginning to shrug off the jacket that was oh, so warm, the singer immediately gripped the material with deft hands and fastened the zipper all the way up to your chin.

"Nah, you can give it back to me later," he said, mirth twinkling in the abyss of his bloody irises.

You blinked, suddenly aware that your arms were indeed not even through the sleeves of the jacket, making them trapped and therefore, useless. "W-what? What do you mean later?"

He stepped back, hands rooted in the back pockets of his blue jeans. The azure haired male gave a teasing shrug that left you feeling lightheaded.

"Dunno', guess you'll have'ta see."