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Chapter One
Sweater
Oikawa Tooru is a sweater thief.
He's a clothes thief in general, but sweaters if left unattended are usually what would go missing the fastest. If one was left on the couch, on a chair, even in the laundry basket, it was too late to save it. Whether it be in the middle of the summer, or the depth of winter.
The owners of said sweater won't get a chance to see it back before a long time. Which usually meant until they decided that laundry was a necessity and no boxers and pairs of jeans could be saved.
Tooru loved Iwaizumi's sweaters and hoodies. Mainly cause he had the largest collection.
They were always a bit too big and were the perfect size to just cuddle up with on the couch. All of them were very plain looking, either in various shades of greys and blacks, but they all held Iwaizumi's particular scent which he found incredibly comforting. After a long day he loved to come back to their apartment, strip out of his clothes and just wear one of his hoodie. It was probably just his mind playing tricks on him, but the fact of putting it on and curling his cold hands in the sleeve made him relax right away. His heartbeat seem to calm down instantly and the rock constantly sitting on his chest lifted just a little bit, making it easier to breath for a moment.
He also really liked Makki's sweaters.
They were colourful and always had crazy patterns or designs on them. It started as a joke one Christmas that he received an 'ugly' sweater and decided to wear it nonetheless. After that it seemed as if he was hook on psychedelic sweaters. The weirder the better, and he was so proud of them.
Although he loved to make fun of him, when Tooru was feeling down or stressed, he liked to grab one and curled in bed with it. He liked to watch the bright colours of the sleeve and the ridiculous patterns almost dance in front of his eyes as he slowly moved his arm around. It grounded him. Gave him something to focus on and stop his mind from over thinking everything.
As much as he loved Iwaizumi and Hanamaki's shirts, he had to admit that Mattsun's were the best.
Matsukawa had quickly caught on to the other man's habit and instead of hiding his sweaters and hoodies like the others, he would simply let them in plain sight like an invitation. That is if he wasn't the one gently shoving it over Tooru's head to keep him warm. Oikawa loved when he did that, because it usually mean he would get wrapped soon after in strong and solid arms. Issei was a real furnace and for some reason it always appeared to him that his sweaters were the warmest and comfiest because of it. It just retained him body temperature, it made complete sense to him.
Mattsun's sweaters felt like home and only when he was wearing one, doing mundane chores around their apartment or going down to their local grocery story to get some things they were missing, was he feeling whole again. It made him feel invincible.
Those sweaters were like an armour to him. And he felt he could take on the world.
His thoughts were inconsequential, his mistakes unimportant and shortcoming excusable. Nothing mattered anymore but the knowledge that he was loved and appreciated by the most important people in his life.
It was only a sweater really, the others most of the time didn't think much of it, saw it as a simple annoyance. But to Tooru it meant so much more.