He stands in the middle of his room, hands on his hips as he looks around his room, wracking with the fact that half his clothes were gone. Where were they?

He turns and exits his room, knocking right into Denki. He stares down at him, noticing that the hoodie he had on looked familiar.

"Is that my hoodie?" Sero questions, wondering why Denki was wearing it. Noticing that he lost that piece a while ago.

His eyes raked over Denki's small form underneath, waist small enough to wrap his hands around. But, he doesn't do that.

Not yet, at least.