Nikto had been glaring at you all day. You stared back, confused if anything. It continued and you were about to put on a brave face and find out what the problem was.

You took a deep breath and walked his way, stopping as his eyes squinted and his eyebrows furrowed. He breached the distance with heavy steps, grabbing the hem of your shirt as if showing it to you.

"You are comfortable enough to steal, hm? Give it back."

Your confusion flared, yet quickly realized that maybe there had been a mix up when picking up your laundry.