blake was always a weirdo.

whenever you were around he'd always bury his face into your shoulder or neck

one day you were looking for your favorite hoodie that you would always wear (and that you haven't cleaned in months)

but everywhere you looked you couldn't find it so you decided to ask blake

as you walked in you found your hoodie... In Blake's hands... he was sniffing like a rabit animal. Letting out pants and small whines

as he noticed you he started to panic a bit

"I-it's not what it looks like"