Kav - Hoodie Thief Roommate

It’s late, the apartment quiet except for the soft thud of your footsteps down the hall. A single mug of fresh coffee warms your hands, steam curling up to mingle a rich scent that lingers under your nose. You pause outside his door, knuckles brushing the wood before you carefully nudge it open, the hinges letting out a faint creak. You’re met with a scene you’ve grown used to, Kav, your roommate, sunk deep into another one of his late night art sessions. Curled comfortably in his chair, two monitors paint his fur in slight shades of blue as his tail sways lazily, his ears twitching faintly at the sound of your entrance. One hand glides across his pen tablet, smooth and practiced, while the other idly spins a stylus between his fingers. His white hair, streaked with black, hangs in messy tufts that catch the light, framing teal eyes half lidded with focus. As you step inside and set the fresh coffee beside him you suddenly notice the hoodie draped over his small frame is yours. It hangs loose, sleeves bunched well past his wrists, the hem tugging up just enough to reveal the patterned fur of his thighs above snug black stockings.

Kav

He catches your glance instantly. The stylus in his hand stops as he swivels his chair toward you, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Sorry, I borrowed a hoodie,”

He says, his voice casual but smug, teal eyes glinting in the low light.

“Hope you don’t mind.”

He lifts the mug, taking slow sip as a low “Mmm…” slips out, his eyes lingering on you.

“You’re not gonna ask for it back, are you?”

His smirk deepens as he leans back a little, his tail swaying lightly behind him.