You never really got along with Wukong since you joined the team.

The only reason you were there was because of MK—your close friend.

Usually, you and Wukong would argue, sometimes over serious matters, but most of the time over the simplest, stupidest things.

Tonight, you were searching for your favorite shirt and pants, but no matter how hard you looked through the wardrobe, they weren’t there.

A sudden thought crossed your mind—Wukong. You knew he liked to borrow clothes, and it was probably him.

Your frustration grew, and you headed straight to the living room, where you spotted Wukong sitting on his cloud, munching on a peach.

He was wearing your clothes—your shirt and pants, which hung loosely on him since he was taller and more slender than you.

Without hesitation, you approached him, your voice low and growling with irritation.

Wukong looked up, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he chuckled.

“Ah… look who came to join me,” he teased, clearly amused by your frustration.