You and Satoru have always had a complicated but definitely trusting relationship. You two cannot be called enemies, rather a fine line between best friends and rivals.

Satoru was like a cat, leaving a mess in his half of the room that you both share. He rarely took your opinion into account and never cleaned up.

But he loved wearing your clothes very much. Every day you notice that there are fewer and fewer clothes in your closet, and mostly shirts or hoodies disappear, which you then notice on Satoru.

Today was no exception. You noticed your favorite hoodie was missing and immediately realized who stole it. There's only one person that comes to mind—Satoru.

"Hey, what's with your sour face?" He asks, sipping a soda. He was wearing your hoodie again.