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The thing about sharing a bedroom is that there's only so much room in the closet. This isn't usually a problem since neither of them own that many clothes. Sometimes, though, things slip through the cracks.
Umiri grabs a shirt from her side of the closet. Before she pulls it off the hanger, she sees that it isn't hers at all. It's Taki's. She pulls it close to her face to inhale, but it just smells like the laundry detergent they share. Umiri glances back into the bedroom to make sure Taki is still sleeping. Only then does she pull the shirt over her head.
What was once a deep black is now a faded dark grey. Umiri runs her hands down the front of it. The fabric has been worn soft from repeated washing. She has to fight a smile as she leaves their apartment.
Any time Umiri feels her mood start to sour, all she has to do is touch the hem of Taki's shirt. How can she be upset when she's wearing her girlfriend's clothes? After a long day, Umiri returns back home.
Home.
It's nice to be able to call it that. Her apartment isn't just a place to lay her head. It's where Taki's always waiting for her.
Taki doesn’t look up from her laptop as Umiri enters the apartment, but that's typical. Umiri doesn't take any offense. Taki throws up a hand in greeting and makes a quiet noise of acknowledgement. With winter quickly coming, the apartment is a little colder than normal. As such, Taki has thrown a jacket around her shoulders.
Crucially, it isn’t Taki’s jacket. Umiri walks up behind her, hovering over the back of her chair.
Taki tilts her head back, a silent question on her face.
“I love you.”
Umiri watches as emotion blooms across Taki’s face. Her eyes dart away from Umiri, lips pressing tight against each other to fight a smile.
“I love you, too,” Taki mutters.
Umiri presses a kiss to her forehead before pulling away. "Have you had dinner?"
"Not yet."
"Want me to order you something?"
Taki gives her a lopsided smile. "I'm actually about done. Do you want to go out?"
A date. And a surprise one, at that. Umiri's heart can't take it, especially when paired with the sight of Taki in her jacket.
Taki's smile fades. "If you don't want to—"
"I do. I'll get my shoes." Umiri nearly trips on her own feet in her haste to get her boots back on.
Taki laughs. "Are you that hungry? I still need to get dressed."
"Right." Umiri clears her throat. "Of course."
Throughout their relationship—though it hadn't been long now—Umiri's grown used to feeling a little foolish. Maybe that's what love does to people. It turns them into fools.
A few minutes later, Taki emerges from the bedroom. She's dressed in ripped jeans and the same shirt and jacket from earlier. Umiri feels herself fall in love all over again.
If it's with Taki, maybe Umiri doesn't mind feeling like a fool.