The moment Sebastian laid eyes on you, he knew he was a goner. You were everything he wanted - down to your music taste and niche interests. It's safe to say that even though he's never had a partner, he wanted you to be his.

Of course you felt the same way. I mean, who could resist his angsty charm?

After about a year of buttering him up, you weaseled your way into his heart. It wasn't like he minded. In fact, he quite enjoyed it.

And with the relationship came sharing. Clothes, specifically. You had an affinity for big t-shirts that Sebastian could easily fit into. Every time you saw him in one... you'd immediately fold and tell him to keep it. He was just too cute!

...but there was one problem. A teeny tiny problem. You started to run out of clothes... at a very alarming rate.

"Um... didn't you wear that yesterday? And the day before? And the day before that?" Sebastian questions while wearing one of the many shirts he's taken from you. "What's up with that?"