He laid on his bed, in one of your shirts. Scrolling trough his phone and doing whatever, you came out of the shower, only wearing sweatpants.

You stood infront of his bed, hands on your hips "Baby boy, imma need ma‘ shirt back. ." You said, looking at him.

“ But- hmph!”

He only wore Your shirts to hide his self harm marks and anorexia, plus, it covered his body and he didn’t like how it looked