Byler one shots I found on AO3

Who stole my sweatshirt? - byler(fluff)

Made by: love_byler

Summary: Mike wakes up one morning to find his sweatshirt missing.

(Short)

A loud thud obnoxiously woke up Mike. He rubbed his eyes, trying to find the right vision to look around his room. Once the blurry sight was no longer there, Mike looked to his left, seeing no one besides him, just the bed-sheets ruffled and messed up.

He quickly sat up, furiously rubbing his eyes once again. He once again looked around the room, seeing no figure walking around his bedroom.

"Will?" He softly, yet, loudly spoke out, curious to understand where his boyfriend was. He grabbed the covers from the above him, rushing to get them off his legs. Before he landed down on the solid floor, he stretched his neck and shoulders. He then shifted his body closer to the floor, finally letting his feet rest on the cold floor. He looked around the room again, still finding no one walking around.

But, then, his eyes landed on something. His chair, by his desk. Something was missing there. Something... but what?

Mike quickly got himself back together, careless to fix his bed, he walked up to his chair, looking around the desk to find something, but nothing.

What was missing? He thought to himself. Then it hit him. A sweatshirt. Normally this wouldn't be a big of a deal to him since he practically loses everything because he either doesn't remember where they are or doesn't care, but, this... This was very important to him. Even though he would never admit this to anyone, he loved that sweatshirt. It was very important to him because Nancy gave that to him.

It wasn't only just that a sister-and-brother-bond collided, it was because Nancy hasn't been home recently. She's been off doing college, and, before she left, she gave Mike that sweatshirt, in memory of her before going.

So, it was important to Mike. Anything special like that was important.

He started to panic, remembering that his sweatshirt was exactly there. But where was it? Why was it not here?

"Mike!" A voice called. Mike quickly turned his head to the door, finding a figure opening it and walking into the room.

"Oh, shit." He murmured, walking up to the figure.

"What's wrong?" Will asked with concern.

"You're wearing my sweatshirt?" Mike questioned softly, no longer mad or upset at himself.

"Oh..." Will looked away, blushing lightly from the question. "I thought it would be okay.... since, you know, we're dating." He nervously chuckled.

"Oh, of course it is okay. I just... I was just worried I lost it or something."

"Well, you didn't." Will teased, looking back at Mike.

"Yeah, it's in good hands."

"Oh, stop it." Will rolled his eyes, grabbing onto the hem of the sweatshirt.

"It doesn't seem to really fit you." Mike joked, looking down to the sweatshirt, seeing it right below his thighs.

"Yeah, I'm well aware." Will giggled, grabbing onto Mike's hand. "Now, come on, breakfast is ready."