The ghouls wearing MC clothing? 🥺🥺🥺
Like a ghoul was spending the night but then they couldn’t make it back go their dorm so they ended up having n to wear mc’s baggy clothes for a sleepover. I think that be so cute!!!
Could you please at least add Subaru?
Yes of course!! I hope you like it!
You’re Just Like Me
Featured ghoul: Subaru Kagami
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The sleepover hadn’t been intentional.
It started with homework.
Then tea.
Then Zenji appearing through the wall dramatically to recite poetry at the two of you for nearly forty minutes straight before disappearing again after declaring the atmosphere “domestically radiant.”
After that came rain—violent, pounding rain against the dorm windows that turned the paths into rivers of mud and made the lights flicker every few minutes ominously enough that even Subaru looked nervous about leaving.
“You should probably stay here tonight,” you said finally, peering out the window at the storm. “It’s awful outside.”
Subaru hesitated immediately. “I don’t want to impose…”
“You’re not.”
“I mean, if it’s inconvenient—”
“Subaru.”
He looked at you.
“You’re literally already in pajamas.”
Subaru looked down at himself like he’d forgotten entirely about the oversized sweater and soft lounge pants he’d changed into hours ago while studying.
“…Oh.”
You smiled. “Exactly.”
Truthfully, you didn’t mind at all. Having Subaru around was easy in a way very few things at Darkwick ever were. Quiet. Comfortable. He never demanded attention from the room; he simply filled spaces gently, like candlelight.
The only problem arose approximately twenty minutes later when Subaru accidentally spilled tea all over himself.
“Oh no— no no no—” Subaru immediately stood so quickly he nearly knocked the table over, staring in horror at the stain spreading across his clothes. “I’m so sorry—”
“You spilled tea on yourself, not me.”
“But your floor—”
“The floor survives.”
“But—”
“Subaru,” you interrupted carefully, trying not to laugh at the sheer panic on his face, “it’s okay.”
He looked unconvinced.
The poor thing genuinely seemed one inconvenience away from apologizing himself into another dimension.
“C’mon,” you sighed fondly, standing up. “I’ll get you something dry to wear.”
“You really don’t have to—”
“You can’t sleep in soaked clothes.”
Subaru immediately opened his mouth to apologize again.
You pointed at him warningly.
He closed it.
A few minutes later, you returned holding a bundle of clothes against your chest: an oversized hoodie and a pair of soft sweatpants that would definitely be too big on him.
Subaru stared at them.
Then at you.
“…Those are yours.”
“Very observant.”
“You want me to wear your clothes?”
“Well, unless you’d rather sleep damp.”
His entire face turned pink instantly.
“It’s not weird,” you said quickly.
“I didn’t say it was weird.”
“You’re making the ‘this is emotionally overwhelming’ face.”
“I have a face for that?!”
“You kinda do.”
Subaru covered his burning cheeks with one hand while you laughed softly.
Eventually, after enough gentle insisting, he disappeared into your bathroom to change. You busied yourself fixing the blankets on the couch to give him a little privacy, humming quietly to yourself while rain battered the windows outside.
Then the bathroom door creaked open.
You looked up.
And nearly melted on the spot.
The hoodie swallowed Subaru completely.
The sleeves hung past his hands, the collar slipping slightly off one shoulder, and the sweatpants pooled around his ankles enough that he had to hold them up awkwardly with one hand. Your scent still clung faintly to the fabric too—laundry detergent, tea leaves, something warm and unmistakably you.
Subaru looked devastatingly cute.
More importantly, he looked shy about it.
“Sorry,” he mumbled immediately, avoiding eye contact. “I probably stretched them out…”
Your heart physically clenched.
“Oh my god,” you whispered.
Subaru immediately panicked. “What? What’s wrong?!”
“You look adorable.”
He froze.
Then slowly, visibly, steam practically started rising from his face.
“I— wh— no I don’t—”
“You do.” You pointed dramatically at him. “You’re all baggy now.”
“That sentence makes no sense.”
“You’re just like me!”
Subaru blinked.
Then looked down at the oversized sleeves covering his hands.
Then back at your matching hoodie.
And something impossibly soft crossed his expression.
“…We match,” he realized quietly.
The way he said it—small and wondering, like the thought genuinely meant something to him—made your chest ache.
“Yeah,” you said softly. “We do.”
For a second neither of you moved.
Then Subaru glanced down again, fingers curling slightly into the fabric near his wrists.
“…It smells like you,” he admitted before he could stop himself.
Silence.
Subaru’s eyes widened immediately in horror at his own words.
“I DIDN’T MEAN THAT IN A WEIRD WAY—”
You burst into laughter so suddenly he nearly combusted on the spot.
“No, no, it’s okay,” you wheezed, trying to catch your breath while Subaru stood there mortified. “You’re fine, I promise.”
“I sound creepy.”
“You sound cute.”
“That’s worse.”
“It’s really not.”
Subaru groaned softly and buried the lower half of his face into the oversized collar of your hoodie, hiding completely while you continued smiling at him with unbearable fondness.
The sight nearly killed you.
Because Subaru always carried himself so carefully, so delicately, like he was terrified of taking up too much space in the world. But wrapped in your clothes, standing in your room with sleep-heavy eyes and flushed cheeks, he looked comfortable in a way you rarely got to see.
Safe.
And maybe he felt it too, because after a long moment Subaru quietly shuffled closer to where you stood beside the couch.
“…Can I ask something?” he murmured.
“Anything.”
“…Would it be okay if I kept wearing this for a little longer?”
Your expression softened instantly.
“Of course.”
Subaru smiled then.
Small.
Sleepy.
Beautifully shy.
And when he curled up on the couch afterward with the sleeves covering his hands entirely, looking more at ease than you’d seen him in days, you had to physically stop yourself from taking approximately fifty pictures immediately.
Though judging by the faint smile Subaru hid in the collar of your hoodie when he caught you staring again, he probably would’ve let you.
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