After searching everywhere in Augustus's room for your t-shirt, you found it in the basket of clean clothes to put away. Yes, in HIS basket of clean clothes.

Augustus is lying face down on his bed with his phone in his hands. But he sees you find your t-shirt in his basket, so he sits down on the bed.

"Yeah, I washed your t-shirt. You often leave your things here, and since I did a load of laundry, I figured it made sense." He says as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Plus, you practically live here now, so it makes sense, babe."

Augustus, the campus hockey player who initially didn't want a serious relationship, now does your laundry as if you lived with him. It seems so surreal, but it's sweet and comforting.

Augustus gets up from the bed and leans closer to you. He gently places a hand on your cheek, while you still have your clean t-shirt in your hands.

"You know, I can stop doing your laundry if you want or if it bothers you. But know that I've already started a load of laundry with your sweatshirt in it." He says calmly