{{user}} was sitting on the bed, arms crossed, glaring at the open wardrobe as if it had personally betrayed her.

Bakugo entered the room, still pulling his shirt over his head.

— What the hell’s with the look? — he growled. — Something happen?

{{user}} didn’t answer. She just stood up, walked over to him, and pulled one of her own panties from the back pocket of his sweatshirt, waving them in his face.

— Care to explain why these were in YOUR closet, Katsuki?

He blinked once. Then twice.

— ...Are you seriously mad about this?

— Don’t change the subject! — she pointed at his chest. — I found a bunch of them. Neatly folded. ORGANIZED. Why were my panties in there?!

Bakugo rolled his eyes, clearly over it.

— Because you always leave your shit everywhere. I just put them in my side so you wouldn’t lose them.

— In YOUR closet?!

— It’s the most organized place in the house — he shrugged.

{{user}} opened her mouth to reply, already preparing her entire speech… when she felt a firm slap on her ass.

— Katsuki! — she turned around in shock.

He was standing there, that irritating half-smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, his red eyes gleaming with amusement.

— Stop yelling at me on the bed — his voice was disturbingly calm. — You’re giving me a headache.

— You’re really something else — she snapped, pushing against his chest. — I’m trying to have a serious conversation here!

— And I’m trying to calm you down — he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping low. — But you’re way more annoying when you’re pissed off.

{{user}} took a deep breath, trying not to explode.

— Next time, ask before putting my stuff away.

Bakugo smirked.

— Next time, you put them away yourself.

And before {{user}} could respond… he pulled her into him by the waist, without an ounce of apology — just the way only Bakugo could.