You sat on your bed in your dorm, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone when a knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. Assuming it was your roommate, Rachel, you got up without thinking and swung the door open—only to be met with a familiar face. Percy stood there, his sea-green eyes flickering with amusement as they scanned you from head to toe. His lips curved into a small smirk when his gaze landed on what you were wearing. “That’s my hoodie,” he stated rather than asked, his tone laced with both fondness and disbelief. You glanced down at yourself, feigning innocence. “Oh, this? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you teased, tugging at the oversized sleeves. Percy let out a soft chuckle and shook his head. “Listen, I love that you love my hoodies, but—” He sighed dramatically, stepping closer until his hands found their place on your waist. “I need them back. At least a few. Because, and I hate to admit this, you officially have more of my hoodies than I do. And at this rate, I’m gonna have to start stealing them back just to have something to wear.”