Writing this one from Rey's viewpoint as a Highly Sensitive Person (HSP) like me.

Cozy

Rey didn't know how he did it.

It didn't matter what color he wore, what pattern, what kind of material, or what season of the year, Poe always made sweaters look cozy and comfy. Cardigans, turtle necks, v-necks, even ugly Christmas sweaters looked great on him.

Rey envied how comfortable he was in them, as she herself had such sensitive skin that all but the softest of sweaters made her skin itch. She didn't like anything tight around her neck, either, so though she knew she looked cute in turtle necks, she always felt as if she was suffocating in them, and if they weren't super soft, it was pure torture to wear one. Poe knew about her dilemma, though, and never bought her anything but the softest of cardigans. They were always in bright colors, with no patterns, and they were warm and easy to slip on and off in case they became too prickly feeling at any time.

When Rey and Poe first stated dating, Poe was never picky about what kind of sweater he wore, nor did he really care how he looked in them. Not that he had to worry, since he looked great in anything. However, after he and Rey had been together for a few months and he started to learn her little quirks, her likes and dislikes, and the reason behind them, he started paying attention to what he wore. Not for any aesthetic reasons, but for Rey's comfort.

Suddenly, his t-shirts, dress shirts, and of course his sweaters, had to be super soft. He wanted Rey to be comfortable touching him, therefore she needed to be comfortable touching his clothing. Rey didn't notice what he was doing at first. All she knew was that she was never physically irritated by anything while she was near Poe. Her brain slowly began to connect that fact that everything he wore on his torso was of fine material, oftentimes smooth, and always soft. The rough sweaters he used to wear were gone, as were the stiff, starchy shirts.

When she began to suspect he was doing it for her, she was too afraid to ask him outright. What if she was just imagining things? What if he was just realizing he was more comfortable in that kind of clothing? But one night, as he was dropping her off at her apartment after a movie, she decided she had to ask him.

His coat was open, so she ran her fingers gently down his chest, appreciating the downy feel of the sweater he was wearing underneath the coat.

"Is this for me?" she asked softly.

He tilted his head questioningly. "Is what for you?"

She felt her face heat, but she pushed forward. "The sweater," she said. "Your other shirts these past few weeks. They're softer than what you usually wear."

He looked away, biting his lip, then he smiled and looked back at her. "I wasn't sure you'd notice."

"It is for me, isn't it?" she nodded. "Because I'm too sensitive."

"You're not too sensitive," he denied. "Sensitive is just what you are. It's not a bad thing."

"Isn't it?" she asked. "If it's making you change who you are?"

He laughed softly. "Rey, my choice in clothing isn't who I am. My sense of style has no definition. Besides, I'm kind of getting overindulged by wearing all this soft stuff."

Rey huffed a laugh. "More comfortable?"

He shook his head. "Nope. You touch me more often, now. It's spoiling me."

"What if?" Rey started to say.

"What if, what?"

"What if I wanted to touch you even more?" she said with a shy smile. "Without that soft stuff between us?"

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes intense.

"Then you better invite me inside."

Rey stepped aside and invited him inside.