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Jamil stumbled through the door of his dorm room, his eyelids tired and knees weak for Seven knows what reason. All he wanted right then was to curl up in his bed and be dead to the world for a minimum of five hours.
As long as Kalim didn't need anything, those five hours would be bliss. But of course, nothing ever goes perfectly.
As luck would have it, Kalim was the one sleeping in Jamil's bed, snoring and all. Isn't he supposed to be in class? But then, Jamil saw it.
Kalim was wearing his favorite hoodie.
Damn it all! He'd been looking for that hoodie for ages, and lo and behold, Kalim had stolen it! Jamil felt like a baby bear who'd gotten his house broken into. Stolen bed, stolen hoodie...
But at the same time, Kalim's sleeping face was quite sweet...it's not like he'd never seen it before, as they often slept in the same bed when Kalim wanted, but he never got a great look in the darkness of night. But now, seeing his peaceful expression, the way his chest rises and falls under the hoodie, the way his soft, pink lips are gently parted...
No! Wait! This isn't right, he hates Kalim! Hates his stupid positive attitude, hates that he's taken his freedom, hates that he doesn't even realize that, hates that...hates that he still cares about him despite that...
He should wake up Kalim and demand his hoodie back right now, before this train of thought gets too dangerous. Should shake him, pinch his nose, play an alarm, something! Then he'd hide all his favorite clothes so that Kalim couldn't get to them. That boy has plenty more clothes than him anyway.
Which begs the question, why would he put on Jamil's clothes when he had so many of his own...!?
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