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“Has anyone seen my hoodie?” Hunter asks, wandering into the living room in the hope that somebody knows where it is.
He finds Luz and Amity cuddling on the couch watching one of their Azura movies, Luz resting her head on Amity’s lap as Amity runs her fingers through Luz’s hair.
“Which one?” Amity asks. A fair question. Hunter does own a lot of hoodies. It’s not his fault that they’re so comfortable.
“The one with the wolves,” he says. “I thought I left it in the closet, but I can’t find it. Did either of you take it?”
“Why would I steal your hoodie?” Amity says, eyebrow raised like she’s offended he even suggested it.
“I’m not gonna say I’ve never stolen your hoodies,” Luz says, faking an innocent expression when Hunter shoots her a look, “but this time wasn’t me. Honest.”
Hunter raises an eyebrow. “So… you don’t know?”
“Correct,” Amity says. “Now if you don’t mind, can you let us watch our movie in peace?”
“Fine, fine,” Hunter says, smirking at his friends as he stalks off. “See you later, nerds.”
As Luz laughs, Amity calls after him, “Takes one to know one!”
Only one person remains for Hunter to ask about his missing hoodie, the partner that all three of them share: Willow.
Hunter searches all over the house, even asking Waffles for help, but he can’t find her anywhere. And just when he feels like giving up, his scroll pings.
Luz: Have you tried the greenhouse?
Of course! Why didn’t he think of that before? Sighing, Hunter jogs out into the backyard with Waffles resting on his head, and skids into the greenhouse.
“Oh, hi, Hunter,” Willow says, looking up as he enters. She holds a watering can in one hand, and Hunter recognises the colour of her slightly too long sleeve. Sure enough, his gaze drifts to the picture of wolves on the front of her top… which isn’t really her top at all. It looks suspiciously like the hoodie Hunter lost.
“Is that my hoodie?” he asks, despite already knowing the answer.
Willow looks down at her chest, her smile so beautiful as she says, “It is, yeah.”
“I’ve been looking for that,” Hunter says, folding his arms. But he isn’t really mad.
Willow giggles. “Sorry. It just looked so comfy. Do you want it back?”
“Nah. It looks better on you anyway.”