Nezuko Sweater Novels & Stories

He’s already wearing red, Christmas-themed pajama pants as well as a long-sleeved top with a polar bear on it, but the hat completes the outfit in his opinion. Nikolai’s smirk deepens at the sight, and he rises from his seat, strolling over to Akio, who’s standing before a full-length mirror to adjust the hat. Nikolai comes up from behind him, curling his arms around Akio’s waist until Akio’s back is pressed against his firm chest. Then his lips are at Akio’s ears, his warm breath giving Akio goosebumps. “Nice hat,” he whispers. And Akio just about melts in his arms.

Knight turned around and, upon seeing my face, immediately pushed past the dark flowers with a frown. He then dragged me into a clothing shop. The first things his hands touched were the ugliest sweater I’ve ever seen. It had giant puffs on it and was a hideous mustard yellow. Knight turned over his shoulder to get my approval and I shook my head fervently. He frowned, again, and kept browsing the store. The next things he grabbed were a pair of socks and a pair of fluffy mittens. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised in question. I grabbed both from his hands and put them down.

I wish I could let this moment sink in more but I couldn't stay here for too long. The shirt was a simple tee with white and yellow horizontal stripes, and the jacket Amamiya-san recommended was a dark blue denim fur-lined jacket with orange threading, a tiger dressed like a biker eating a sloppy joe at a pub table was embroidered on the back. Seated across from him was a white rabbit wearing a pink furry jacket with fishnet stockings eating a salad. The flip side of the jacket was made from brown wool, making something perfect to wear in winter. It was nearing summer now though...

Her assistant, Kurenai, was in a hurry as she stretched out her hand to grab hold of one of the puppies from the kennel in the backyard. After much difficulty, she finally grabbed hold of a very naughty and mischievous Akita puppy. Kurenai quickly hugged the puppy tightly in her arms before she hurried over to the entrance of Nanako’s door. “Miss Nanako, is this puppy okay?” Nanako has just placed a pink cherry blossom jacket with a very feminine feel to it inside her suitcase at this time. She looked up at the puppy in Kurenai’s arms before she smiled and said, “Oh! It turns out to be Momotaro. To be honest, I really feel very reluctant to give Momotaro away…”

It was annoying and sweet. Neo unwrapped the gift and pulled out the shirt I made. I already designed the graphic and drew it by hand. It took me a week and three days before I could get the drawing right. "It's a shirt," Neo said flatly. My heart sank to my stomach. He held up the knitted hoodie I also made and the head warmer. "These are… okay, I guess,"

Neo is more upset than taken away. “It’s red, I don’t like the color red”, I fake, “I think I want the matching umm…what’s that again?” “Lingerie? Of course, ma’am. We have every color and lucky for you, you have the perfect size to pull out any clothes here. Shall I get you-“ “Yes” At the same time, Neo growls, “Anyone sees my mate in lingerie and I promise you your head isn’t the only thing that’s gonna roll in this store”

KEENA Standing in the closet I finger through the clothes that are hanging on the "to wear when I am not around" side of the closet. Letting out a frustrated sigh I grab my cutest pair of black sweats. Looking down at the runes that now cover my forearms I know that I want to have them covered. I wrinkle my nose at all of the oversized sweatshirts and refuse to put them on. Grabbing a cropped sweatshirt from the other side of the closet and I slip it over my head. Jarek can't be too angry at my choice of clothing. I am covered except for a small bit of my stomach that is barely visible.

*Hazel’s p.o.v* The cashmere sweater Axel had left on my dressing bed was three shades darker than the gray ones he usually wore. It smelled faintly of cedar and crisp alpine air. I pulled it over my head, burying my face in the collar for a brief second just to breathe it in. It was entirely too large for me, the hem falling past my hips, but when I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror, I didn't care. It felt like protection.

He smiles as he holds it up, and looking at me, he asks, "Did you pick this out yourself?" I think for a moment. "Well, Ves didn't pick it out, and neither did Pike or the others, so yeah." Dane laughs and reaches and pats my shoulder. "Ahh, Reza. You can just say yes and smile." I don't but Dane takes the other gift from my hand and destroys the ribbon as he opens it. Isn't he supposed to wait? He throws the paper on to the ground and opens the box, revealing the hoodie inside. I picked one that isn't polyester and cotton blend. Those are okay, but they don't last. I picked an expensive one that has a wool lining inside.

Could it be that he wasn’t worried of her, the disgrace of the Suzaku clan defaming their lofty and magnificent image? As she attempted to figure out the answer with distrust, Taka once again arrived at the main room where she’d once played a small role. This time, there was an extra seat next to Ryu with a person wearing a pure white cloth. A piece of light blue silk fabric was rolled at the edges of the person’s sleeves, and a few designs using silver-coloured thread were adorned on the pure white clothing. It was frugal, yet maintained a sense of delicateness. On that peerlessly handsome face, was a faint smile that could make people feel comfortable, and a pair of eyes that carried a smi