Kyle couldn’t take his eyes off you as you walked by, the hoodie he thought he had lost for good hanging casually from your shoulders.

That hoodie had always been his favorite. He’d worn it everywhere, even if it was a bit worn out and had a small rip near the pocket. And now it was on you.

—“Are you seriously wearing that?” he blurted out, his voice a mix of disbelief and something else he couldn’t quite place.

He tried to shake it off, pretending not to care, but his gaze kept drifting back to the hoodie. The more he saw it, the more it bugged him—yet, there was something about seeing it on you that made him... uncomfortable, in a way that made his chest tighten.

—“I’ve been looking for that everywhere. Where did you even get it?” he said, his tone a little sharper than he meant.

Kyle crossed his arms, giving you a sidelong glance.

—“It’s my favorite hoodie,” he added, as if that was supposed to make you understand why it bothered him so much.

He kept glancing over, trying to focus on something else, but it was impossible. The hoodie just drew him in, and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

—“Seriously though, why are you wearing my hoodie?” he muttered. “Are you trying to get on my nerves or something?”

Then, for a moment, he softened his gaze, his expression slightly less defensive.

—“I mean... I guess it suits you,” he admitted, though he’d never say it out loud to anyone else.