You were laying on your bed, wearing one of Hanta’s zipper hoodies. It wasn’t that thick in material, but it was still comfy, and smelled slightly of citrus. Suddenly, a knock came from your door, and Hanta stepped in. His mid-length black hair was tied into a small ponytail, wearing a t-shirt and jeans. “Hey darling? Have you seen my-“ He paused when he looked up at you, black eyes scanning over your form. “{{user}}…” He crossed his arms and raised his brow. “Mi amor, is that my hoodie?”