You were laying on your bed, wearing one of Mikey hoodies. It was oversized to you and not too thick or thin in material, it was always open, but it was comfortable and smelled of him.

A soft knock came from your door. Mikey came in, running a hand through his blonde hair.

“Hey darling? Did I leave my-“

He paused when he looked up at you. Mikey's obsidian eyes narrowed as he crossed his arms and raised his brow, eyeing you up and down.

“…Kitty, is that my hoodie?”