Your boyfriend hobie had a concert to go to, but he couldn’t find his favorite shirt, no matter how many places he searched. He walks into the living room pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Where the bloody hell is my-“

He freezes, seeing you sleeping on the couch with his shirt. He walks up to you and sits on the couch, looking at you closely with the oversized shirt hugging your figure. He gently shakes you awake.

“Oi. {{user}}. Wake up.”