Novel & Cerita Be A Decent Human Hoodie

I glanced at the cardboard cutout with the words "few units left." I rushed to the other aisle, trying to find the hoodie. I picked it from the rack of clothes cheerfully, but the price tag was different from what I saw on the cardboard cutout up front. It was way more expensive. So, I put the hoodie back into the rack, making my way back to the counter when a voice stopped me. “This is a very nice hoodie,” a human girl who looked to be a worker in the store commented. “Yes.” “You should definitely get it; it goes so well with your eyes,” she smiled, pulling the hoodie from the rack.

“Absolutely not. Dad has no idea about this situation, and I’d rather keep it that way.” “If you prefer, I have an alternative,” Darius offered, handing me a black hoodie with bold red writing. It had a rebellious vibe, reminiscent of rock music videos. It wasn’t my style, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. “I know the weather can be quite chilly, and it’s interesting how the human body doesn’t generate its own warmth.”

But I don't go far, I leave the door slightly open, just enough to watch,for a long moment nothing happens. Then he moves, slowly stands and walks to the crate, kneels opening one of them. Inside are trash cheap, worn clothes. Threadbare fabrics that should have been thrown away. He reaches in, pulls out a hoodie, oversized, faded, and stained. The kind of thing a commoner would wear, my lips curl in disgust, but then he presses it to his face, breathes it in once, twice, his breathing becomes desperate, like he's trying to hold back something.

Both sets of eyes drop as tug off my hoodie in one smooth, overheated motion to reveal my tee slogan. ‘Don’t bully me. It turns me on.’ I think it’s funny. But honestly, I didn’t think I would be taking my hoodie off. If I thought I would be visiting the surface of the god damn sun, I would have gone for something more appropriate. Corrian’s mouth twitches. Viking licks his bottom lip. And me? I’m one sweat-glossed inch away from crawling back into the woods and letting a possum raise me. It's really time to go now.

“Team blue, team red, or team yellow?” He smirked. “That depends. Are we shopping by gender or mood?” I snorted. “Mood? What kind of mood is this?” I held up a banana–yellow onesie with a sleepy bear stitched on the chest. “A very mellow baby,” he said, grinning. “Sunshine and nap energy.” I laughed despite myself. “Alright, Mr. Mood expert. Pick one.” He reached for a soft gray outfit with tiny wolf ears on the hoodie and held it up like a trophy. “This one. Baby Alpha style.”

I clutch the hoodie, feeling incredibly small under his gaze. " I'll return it later," I caved in so the conversation could end and my mind could have some peace. Besides I am freezing, any longer and I'd turn into a popsicle. His grin broadened as if he had just won the lottery, making me flush even more. I put on his hoodie. It swallows me whole and I embarrassingly tip my head down so my nose can brush against the material. I took in a strong whiff and his scent made me feel warm.

I said and tossed her a zip up hoodie when she had finished. She smiled her thanks and put it on while I pulled on another one. We only had two and they were both mine but Willa only liked to wear my hoodies so she never bought any for herself, despite my years of trying. I smiled at her again. She looked so little and sweet in the oversized hoodie with her braids. No one would ever guess that she was capable of all the shit we've pulled over the years.

“The Alpha’s orders?” “Yes, he didn’t want you to keep wearing that. He got you new hoodies a lot of them. So you get to change.” I half smiled, what now, trying to be considerate. He shouldn’t be, there was no need for that. He shouldn’t be that at all. It was cheesy. It was good he didn’t buy any girly stuff and I would’ve tossed them in the trash. I need the hoodie. That was what I looked best in and it fitted me.

A series of 'awes' erupted through the room and I couldn't agree more. He was dressed in fuzzy pajamas with kittens all over it. The hoodie was up and it had cat ears on top. It was so damn cute. "I knew you were a five year old at heart" I squealed as I opened my arms for him to come in for a hug. "So does this mean you forgive me?" He asked in a baby voice. "Hhmm" I hummed, loving this side of him. "It's clear guys you can come in" He shouted as he snuggled more into me.

I fold it and drop it into the basket. Next, something I think he might like. I spot a black Henley shirt, the kind with buttons at the collar and sleeves that hug the arms just right. It looks casual but strong, practical. I have no doubt he’d wear it without complaint. Lastly, something I like. I hesitate, scanning the racks, then spot a faded blue hoodie with soft worn edges and a front pocket. It looks… cozy. Familiar. The kind of thing I’d steal on a rainy day. I smile and add it to the basket.