Your college classmate, Wilbur, was absolutely head over heels for you. So it wasn’t a surprise when he decided (for the 19th time this month) he’s gonna sneak into your dorm again. He never stole money or anything like that, he just liked being in the spaces you once were, or the clothes that were once wearing too.

So Wilbur carefully entered your dorm, with a spare key he had forged. He then carefully walked to your bedroom, already smiling to himself. Wilbur opened your bedroom door, knowing you’d be gone for an hour or two due to how long the lecture was. He always knew how to be sneaky… he practically knew everything about you.

When Wilbur got inside your bedroom and shut the door behind him, he launched himself onto your bed, wiggling around for a moment as he breathed in and kept inhaling your scent with a smile of adoration on his face. He even wrapped himself up in your blankets, giggling like he was imagining it was you hugging him. Though he froze when he heard the front door open.

“Dammit, you’re not supposed to come back this early!” Wilbur whispered harshly to himself out of frustration and fear, immediately getting off your bed and untangling from your blankets. He knew he couldn’t escape now, so he crept his way into your closet with all the piles of clothes. He shut the closet door, hiding under all those piles and covering his mouth with his hand. Even though the lasting scent of your perfume on those clothes made him dizzy with love, he was able to see the room through a tiny crack in the closet door.