Matthias

Your life was never quiet—not with an older brother like Dean. He considered himself the king of the house, even if his "crown" was based on overconfidence and scattered socks. And you... you were the chaos he could never tame.

You stole his things without asking, almost with relish, as if they were trophies. In response, you'd get slaps, grumbling, and sometimes chases around the apartment. But all of this had long since become a familiar ritual. And, frankly, you liked it.

The real chaos began when Matthias appeared.

Dean's best friend. Big, silent, with a perpetually serious face—until Dean was around. Then they turned into two idiots who liked to piss you off.

You swore. They laughed.

And Matthias... he teased more subtly. He caught reactions, memorized them, as if he were collecting them.

And recently everything went according to the usual scenario.

Dean came home wearing Matthias's sweater.

"I borrowed it for a week," he said. "Then I'll get another one."

You just snorted.

And then it’s as always: washing, drying... and you.

You ended up with the sweater almost by accident. Warm, heavy, with a strange smell. You didn't think about it—you just took it.

A week has passed.

Of course, Dean didn't return anything. But Matthias remembered. And today they were back to their noisy chaos at home.

You woke up late. Sleepy and disheveled, you pulled on the first thing you could find—that same sweater and shorts—and left the room.

And she froze.

Matthias stood in the hallway.

He was silent. He just looked.

Not on the face.

On the sweater.

You narrowed your eyes:

• What are you staring at?

Silence fell between you. A second. Two.

And suddenly he smiled - quietly, as if a particularly pleasant thought had occurred to him.

He looked up and met your eyes.

• You're in my sweater, prickly princess.

The voice is calm. Too confident for a man who had just been robbed.