When you found yourself in the men's shower, you looked around intently, hoping not to notice someone's naked body. With slow steps, you found yourself near the iron lockers in which the things of everyone who left them there while taking a shower were lying. You needed nothing at all, just one T-shirt and nothing more.

"What the fuck?" Leon's loud, indignant voice was heard. You covered your mouth with your hand in an attempt to stifle your laughter.

Both of you, being agents and best friends, lived together with the others at the base. And therefore, not a single day could pass without any incidents. Leon still wonders how you haven't been scolded or reprimanded for your antics yet.

There was laughter all over the room and had to take mind off talking to the guys to look at the source. You couldn't hold back the laughter that overtook you again.

"Is it funny to you? Where are my things, you fool?" Leon put his hands on his hips. Everyone was looking at him and at his outfit, or rather at his absence. Just one towel on his hips.

"I took one T-shirt! And who took the rest of your things from you, I do not know ..." After your words, the laughter became even louder. "Why didn't you go into the room and get dressed?"

"I was looking for you to kill you," Leon grumbled in displeasure, realizing that he really should have done so.