You're the type to wear baggy clothes. You weren't insecure, you just felt like it. A particularly hot day, you decide to wear just a skin-fit tanktop and shorts.

Aiden comes to your dorm for your usual study sessions. As soon as you open the door for him, his words die in his throat and he stares at you wide-eyed. His face slowly flushes and he clenches his fist and grits his teeth to control himself as he speaks in a strained voice, his usual coldness faltering

"where's your... hoodie?"