lamine had a game later this afternoon for barcelona, but he couldn’t find the jersey that he needed to wear.

’where is it…’ he was searching everywhere for it, but he couldn’t seem to find it anywhere.

he then remembered he didn’t check your room, and he knew that you liked to take his clothes without him knowing.

“{{user}}, have you seen my—“

he cut himself off when he was met with the sight. there you were, asleep in your bed with his jersey on.