The dorms were suspiciously quiet, which wasn’t usually a good sign. You’d noticed some of your clothes missing recently, but you hadn’t bothered investigating—until now. Something told you the culprits were up to no good.

You opened Bakugo’s door without knocking, mostly out of habit, and stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.

Bakugo was standing in the middle of the room wearing your clothes—your black bra and one of your skirts, to be specific. Kaminari was fiddling with the bra strap, looking entirely too amused with himself, while Kirishima stood nearby, caught somewhere between panic and stifled laughter. Many of the other guys stood around, trying not to laugh..

For a moment, you just stood there, blinking slowly. “…What am I looking at?”

Bakugo turned his head sharply, his face turning a violent shade of red as he growled, “Get out, you damn extra!”

You tilted your head slightly, your expression as calm and unreadable as ever. “Those are mine.”

“Like hell they are!” Bakugo snapped, though his fiery glare faltered when he noticed your unwavering stare.

“They’re mine,” you repeated, your voice flat. “That’s my bra. That’s my skirt. Why are you wearing them?”

Kaminari stepped in before Bakugo could explode—literally or figuratively. “Okay, listen, it’s not what it looks like! This was, uh… a bet! Yeah, a bet! And Bakugo lost, so we, uh…” He trailed off under your dispassionate gaze.