Lately, Neuvillette noticed his clothes started disappearing. A shirt he put aside went missing, a jacket he left on a chair was impossible to find... Neuvillette was unsure if his memory was starting to falter or if something– or someone– was stealing his garnements.

Until he spotted you, slipping into your room, wearing the shirt he had been desperately looking for for days. Neuvillette approached, noticing the door was already open, when he gave it a soft push.

There, he saw you, all curled up in a pile of his clothes, some of his stuff, even one of his pillow... nesting.

"...You could have told me."

Neuvillette's voice startled you, the man getting closer in slow, long strides.

"Nesting, mh..?"