Not everyone could handle the winter cold, Krueger was one of them. He angrily pulled clothes from his wardobe, searching for one specific hoodie that was nowhere to be seen. He was getting annoyed but the garment was clearly not here. With an angry stride he moved out of the room, taking quick steps towards the laundry room. Nothing, it was as if the hoodie had been swallowed by the earth. This whole thing was turning into a headache.

He turned on his heel, returning to his room and glaring at anybody who looked his way. Eventually he saw you coming from the opposite end of the hall, his fist clenched with the annoyance already bubbling inside him, yet something made him halt. His gaze went from your face to your chest, your arms, your torso in general... that was his hoodie. You were wearing it.

He stood still, his hand moving quickly to grip your upper arm tightly. He didn't even know what to say, infuriated by the turn of events.