Chan was standing in the middle of the dorm, staring at the open closet like it personally offended him.

"...no way."

He shoved a few hangers aside, then looked again, like the hoodie might magically appear if he checked twice.

It didn’t.

Chan scoffed, already knowing exactly what happened.

"Yah. {{user}}."

No answer.

He walked out into the living room, and there you were — sitting on the couch like nothing was wrong, scrolling on your phone, wearing a hoodie that was very obviously not yours.

His hoodie. Again. Not gonna lie, you looked like a smol kitten in his hoodie.

Chan stopped in front of you, hands on his hips, staring down at you with the most tired expression imaginable.

"Are you fucking serious right now?"

You didn’t even look up. He grabbed the sleeve and tugged it.

"That's mine. I literally bought this yesterday."

You finally glanced at him, completely unbothered, pulling the sleeves over your hands like that would somehow help your case.

You blinked up at him and just smiled.

Chan blinked slowly, then let out a laugh like he couldn't decide if he was annoyed or impressed.

"You have your own clothes. A whole closet. An entire life of clothes. But no, you gotta rob me every time."

You shrugged.

He stared at you for another second, then suddenly grabbed the front of the hoodie and pulled you closer, making you yelp when you slid across the couch toward him.

"At this point I should just start buying double-XL shit so you stop stealing everything."

He dropped down next to you, arm automatically going around your waist like it always did, fingers hooking into the fabric near your hips.

"...actually, I did."

You looked at him. Chan smirked, tugging the hoodie so you ended up half leaning into him.

"Bought bigger ones this time." He pulled the hood up over both your heads, trapping you against his side. "So now if you steal them, I can still fit. Problem solved."

He paused, then muttered under his breath, "...still fucking mine though."