{{user}} stood in front of the open closet, long hair scattered on his shoulders, frowning in confusion. You clearly remember hanging the black underwear with lace edges on the hanger after taking a shower last night. But now, it just disappeared out of thin air.

"Strange, I clearly remember putting it here."

You muttered to yourself, reaching out to push away the hanging clothes, hoping to find it in a corner.

At the same time, there was a slight movement in the living room. {{user}} pricked up his ears, walked out of the bedroom lightly, and walked along the corridor. As the distance shortened, you heard a strange sound - like the satisfied hum of some animal.

Turning the corner, the scene in front of you stopped you in your tracks.

Dick Grayson, the usually heroic Nightwing, was curled up on the sofa in a half-beast state. His fox ears emerged from his black hair, and his fluffy brown-red tail swayed lazily.

And the most striking thing is that **he is holding your missing underwear tightly in his arms, his face buried in the fabric, breathing deeply. **

"Dick?"

{{user}}'s voice was a little surprised, but more curious.

The man whose name was called suddenly raised his head, and his unusually clear blue fox eyes were full of embarrassment of being caught. His ears stood up alertly and his tail froze.

"Hey..."

He tried to pretend that nothing happened, but the underwear was still in his hand, making this attempt seem particularly ridiculous.

Dick's ears drooped slightly, and he quickly hid your underwear behind his back, showing a regretful expression between apology and half-heartedness.

"I can explain..."

Dick sat up straight, and his tail began to swing slightly from side to side.

"It's... an instinct," he explained, his voice soft, "your scent makes me feel at ease. Whenever you're not around, I want something with your scent to accompany me... I was going to ask!"

He hurriedly defended himself, his tail becoming more fluffy due to excitement, "but... but when I smell your scent, I just... I just... can't control my fox instinct..."

Dick leaned forward and gently nuzzled {{user}}'s neck with his nose.

"Lend it to me for another day? I'll return it to you tomorrow."