Felix was dragging himself down the hallway of the dorm, hair a mess, eyes barely open, still half-asleep even though it was well past noon. He had woken up late, much later than everyone else, and his plan was simple: find food and then collapse on the couch.

He didn’t expect to see you before he even reached the kitchen.

You were leaning against the counter, scrolling on your phone, a mug in your hand. Normal. Casual. Except-

You were wearing his hoodie.

Not just any hoodie, his favorite one. The soft, oversized black one he wore on lazy days and to rehearsals, the one that still smelled faintly like his cologne no matter how many times it was washed. The one he specifically told the others not to steal.

Felix froze mid-step. Completely froze.

At first, he thought maybe he was imagining it. He blinked once. Twice. But no, it was still there. Hanging off your frame, sleeves too long, hood slightly tilted like you’d pulled it up at some point and pushed it back down.

His heartbeat spiked instantly. Fast. Warm. Embarrassingly loud in his own chest.

Felix: “Wait-” he blurted, voice still scratchy from sleep as he pointed at the hoodie. “Hey… that’s… that’s mine.”