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Scar shivers in his hoodie as he finally makes it to the apartment building. For whatever reason, he hadn’t been able to find his usual one, so he had to settle for one that isn’t as warm or comfortable. Grian hadn’t been there when he woke up, since he had an earlier class, so he hadn’t been able to ask him if he knew where it was.
Which leads him to now, wearing a hoodie that’s honestly not really thick enough for the weather, but it was the best he had. Hopefully he can find his hoodie - it’s his favorite, one he’s had for years now, and it’s always done him well.
He opens the door to the apartment, eyes immediately drawn to Grian on the couch, watching something on the little TV they have set up.
Scar sighs as he takes in what Grian’s wearing. He should’ve guessed Grian would’ve taken his hoodie.
He takes the hoodie he’s wearing off, throwing it into his room briefly before going over to his hoodie-stealing boyfriend.
“Is that my hoodie?” he asks Grian as if he doesn’t already know the answer.
Grian looks up at him, grinning. “It’s my hoodie now, actually, so no.”
Scar splutters. “Wh - but it’s my favorite!”
“Which is why it’s mine now. It’s very comfy!” As if to prove his point, Grian wraps his arms around himself, humming contentedly at the warmth.
“I know! That’s why it’s my favorite!” Scar protests, but he has to admit Grian does look very good in his hoodie. It’s big on Scar, which means it’s massive on Grian, absolutely swamping him in fabric. He wears it well, though, so Scar supposes he’s not too upset. Even if it is his favorite hoodie.
He moves to sit down on the couch, Grian immediately going to sit on his lap. Scar rests his chin on Grian’s head, arms around him, as the two watch whatever Grian was watching on the TV.
Scar might still try to take his hoodie back, but honestly, Grian was probably right. It’s his hoodie now.