Nezuko Sweater Novels & Stories

“Girl, I love that outfit. Is that the dress you bought last week?” I look down at my white sleeveless peasant top, hi-lo skirt, and Sorel Joan of Arctic boots with a smile. “Thanks, Jez. You like? I told you the boots would look good with this outfit.” Jez wolf whistles and winks saucily. “Oh, yeah. You look great.” Putting her arm around mine, she pulls me close and turns back to Rowan. “Doesn’t she look pretty?” Rowan nods. “You look amazing, Nev. Good enough to eat.”

Then I walk over to his bed and hand him the flat white box tied with a silver bow. "Thank you," he says with both eyes scrunching up as he smiles. "No problem. Go ahead and open it" Travis undoes the tape, opens the lid, and gently pushes out the waxed paper. "Oh wow ..." "I made it special," I say with a proud smile, because inside the box is a 6-inch square block of chocolate, 1-inch thick, but on top is a thin, circle-shaped slice of white chocolate, and on that circle is a smiley face drawn with dark chocolate syrup that has been cooled and hardened so it won't stain. It's the same smiling face seen on the back of Pakkun's navy blue vest. The name of this particular smiley face is "Heno

Ivan: See you in a few hours. 'grinning emoji.' Grinning, I quickly typed. Seraphina: Waiting. 'Blushing'. After finishing my assignments, I cleared the table and reached for my clothes. My gaze landed on the sweater I had been looking forward to wearing—a chunky, knitted beige cardigan with delicate red bows scattered across the front. The V-neckline was simple, fastened down the centre with matching red buttons. It was a gift from my father, and after two years, slipping it on felt like wrapping myself in a memory. A quiet, bittersweet kind of nostalgia settled over me.

"I don't think Nyx is much of a jewelry person." "Alright," I said, putting the earrings back. "Let's keep looking." We made our way through the store, passing by racks of clothing and shelves filled with kitchen gadgets. Finally, we found what we were looking for. A beautiful cashmere scarf in Nyx's favorite color, blue. "This is perfect," I said, holding the scarf up to my face. "It's so soft and warm. Nyx will love it." Neo nodded in agreement. "She'll definitely appreciate a gift like this. It's thoughtful and practical."

"Your internal core temperature has dropped by approximately one point four degrees due to prolonged exposure to saturated fabrics. Remove the sweater, Phoebe." I blinked, my cheeks instantly flushing a hot, fierce crimson despite the chill in my bones. "Excuse me?" Peter finally turned around, leaning his hip against the edge of the black marble island. He looked at me through the wet, messy fringe of his dark hair, his ocean-blue eyes completely unreadable beneath the harsh, recessed LED spotlights overhead. "The emerald knit fabric possesses a high moisture retention metric. Keeping it against your dermis will prolong the cooling cycle, inducing localized hypothermia or respiratory distre

That person must be a total nut and a study case. All of Zenos's clothes are bigger than his size at a glance, and what he wants is something that feels so free. His eyes lit up when he caught a silky tailor-made blue robe in the middle, oh, so beautiful. His hand immediately went over. Snatching this as a reward. He thought. Unknowing that the robe was personally designed by Zenos and Zenos's friends wanted to have one, but Zenos didn't agree, to his friend's annoyance.

“And for the record, this is perfect. Warm, casual, and adorable. Plus, he probably wants to see you comfortable, not freezing to death in a cocktail dress.” I groaned. “Fine, but I reserve the right to glare at him the entire night if I don’t like where he’s taking me.” Zazu laughed as she helped me pull on the light blue knit sweater over a plain white t-shirt. I paired it with dark jeans and ankle boots, my usual winter-friendly attire. A light scarf completed the look. When I was finally dressed, Zazu grabbed my purse from the dresser and handed it to me. “Okay, you’re all set. Now go next door and find out where the mysterious Mr. Owen plans to take you.”

“You ready for your first fireworks festival?” His eyes lit up. “Fire… works?” I nodded. “You’re gonna love it.” By evening, the house was buzzing with quiet excitement. I pulled open my closet and reached for a folded yukata I hadn’t worn in years. Navy blue, patterned with pale silver threads that caught the light. I hesitated before grabbing another—lighter in color, almost white, with faint icy-blue designs stitched along the sleeves. How ironic. What were the odds that I had something that’d suit Frost perfectly?

Azren goes very still behind me. Oh? Oh, this is interesting. I turn around, holding it up. It's a sweater. A soft, cozy, V-neck knit that's almost... net-like? Slightly loose and airy. And across the front in ridiculous cursive lettering are the words: "SOFT BOYS DESERVE FLOWERS." I blink. Then I look at Azren. He looks like someone just pulled a loaded weapon on him. "No," he says immediately. I grin slowly. "Oh yes."

Freya hands me a pair of purple leggings, sneakers and an oversize Christmas sweater that had a Lama on the front wearing a Santa hat and sunglasses. I scowl at the sweater, “What is with all the ugly sweaters?” I look around and even the kids are wearing questionable items. Nothing inappropriate, just… funny, weird and ugly. “Oh, Rocco is the one who provides the clothes, and he thinks they are funny.” She shrugs as she pops a grape into her mouth. “Who?” I don’t remember anyone named Rocco from my memories of the lab. I slip into the leggings and sweater instantly feeling much warmer from the long simple t-shirt I was wearing previously.