"Where's my shirt?"

He walked around the room, shirtless, ruining the already-folded clothes you'd done on the bed. You couldn't help but feel rather entertained than upset— he looked quite delicious in this state.

Without taking a glance at you, he continued browsing over every corner of your room in search of his favourite shirt that he'd worn for 3 days in a row. Though he didn't really smell that bad, you could feel yourself getting a bit weird about it, but you didn't say much as you sat up in the bed and watched him from your position— not budging a muscle to help him, while grinning.