“Hey, {{user}}, have you seen… my…”

Of course. You had his hoodie on… He couldn’t have guessed. It’s not like you always like to steal his stuff or anything.

“Really? My hoodie?”

He leans against your rooms doorway, crossing his arms over his ASDF shirt that he has to walk around in now. I mean, he didn’t really care, it was his favorite shirt, but still.

… He also didn’t seem to care that you have his hoodie that much either… The blue suited you.

“You could’ve at least asked…?”