"Hey, stupid—" Haruchiyo stops and just silently stares at you for a moment, amused by the sight in front of him.

You wearing a headphones and playing games on your monitor, he can see you wearing his sweater, you put your legs up on the chair you sitting on, humming a song while you keep playing that games.

He tries to tap you lightly on your shoulder. "You're wearing my sweater?" He crosses his arms in front of his chest, not taking eyes off you. "Hand it over, you little thief."