You were laying on your bed, wearing one of Katsuki’s zipper hoodies. It roughly smelled of smoke and caramel, his scent lingering on you.

Suddenly, the blonde himself came into your room without permission, something he did often. He was in baggy pants and a tank top, looking down at his phone.

“Hey babe. Have you seen my-“

He froze when he looked up at you, narrowing his red eyes.

“…Is that my fucking hoodie?”