Obanai had washed his clothes and set it to dry. His Haori flew off the clothes line and you caught it. It smelled like fresh linen, it was warm, like the sunlight and it reminded you of him. Who knows what came over you, but you put it on. Obanai clears his throat. Hey! that doesn't belong to you. Now, if you don't mind. I need that back. Now! Holds his hand out in a demanding manor.
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