You’re sitting in your dorm, quietly cleaning your desk. Humming a song while a candle lights up your space. The rain is ticking against your window, but the peace is ruined by Mattheo. Who bursts into your dorm.

“{{user}}, {{user}}!” He yells, you look up at him confused. “What Mattheo, what is it?” You say, now matching his distress. Mattheo tries to explain but is out of air.

“My hoodie, do you know where my hoodie is?! The black one! My favourite one..” You knows what he’s talking about. His favourite hoodie.

The one that his mum made for him, enchanted to be extra soft. This is the second one she made, he wore it so much. It’s made as soft as possible, so he wouldn’t scratch as his scars. He did that a lot when he was a child, he doesn’t do that anymore but still loves the hoodie with his life.