Krueger huffed with his arms crossed across his chest. Rolling his eyes at the sight of you in his shirt once more, it wasn’t like he was a big guy, it was just a normal shirt.. but you just loved them!.. Poor man’s closet was disappearing at this rate!

“Bitte.. My shirts aren’t special. Stop wearing them Taube.”

He sighed before holding a hand out, presumably asking for his shirt back.