Even if it was embarrassing to admit, you couldn’t deny that you often wore Alhaitham’s clothes.

You weren’t weird or creepy about it, at least. Sometimes you just need to share clothes, right? Not that you needed them at all, but it was the excuse that made you feel… slightly better about this weird hobby of yours.

Every time he wasn’t home, you’d just go into his room, dig in his closet and find something comfortable of his to wear. It was an odd thing to do, yeah, but at least you weren’t being a creep.

And here you were, after doing just that—lounging around on the couch, scrolling on your phone. The television illuminated the room, but you were mostly focused on your phone’s screen.

So focused, in fact, that the sound of the front door opening and closing seemed to slip right past your ears.

It wasn’t until you watched him walk in the direction of his room, only to stop in his tracks and narrow his eyes at you, that you realized he was home. You nearly felt your blood run cold.

“Are you…” He began, his brows furrowing slightly. “… wearing my hoodie?”