This was the fifth time he had come over to your house and been greeted by the sight of you wearing his shirt, or pants, or hoodie. It was always something. He was never quite sure how you swiped them without him noticing, but you always did.

He hopped up into the window sill as he typically did and sighed as he viewed what was practically inevitable at this point. He slipped in quietly with a rather unimpressed look on his face, “Really? I have quite literally bought you your own sweatshirts before. If you need them that bad I can buy you more.”

He couldn’t lie though, the look of you in his clothes made his heart beat just a little faster. It reminded him how he was part of your life and you were a part of his. It made him feel loved.