it has been two weeks since bakugou had lost his third-favorite sweatshirt.

he’d looked everywhere— he’d checked the laundry, gone through his closet several times, even called his mom to see if he’d left it at home the last time he’d gone back.

it sucked because the shirt really was very nice. admittedly, it did look like a lot of his other sweatshirts (it was black with a big orange stripe around it), but it was comfy... and it looked cool.

he was starting to think that he was never going to find it.

he remembered wearing it when he had gone to the park with his stupid friends and stupid boyfriend several weeks ago. he must’ve taken it off when they’d gotten back to the dorms or something.

he wasn’t even sure how he’d managed to lose it.

had he left it somewhere on campus and a random extra had picked it up? had it gotten lost in the laundry or in his closet? how could he have lost a whole shirt anyway?

another week passed, and bakugou still hadn’t found his sweatshirt.

he was trying to concentrate on a book that was assigned for midnight’s class, but the fact that he’d managed to lose one of his favorite sweatshirts was crawling around in the back of his mind. his eyes began to wander from the book, scanning his room for the seventieth time.

he shook his head idly. he should probably just forget about it. he dragged his attention back to the book with a stifled sigh.

he was wearing his fourth-favorite sweatshirt. it wasn’t as comfy.

he’d only gotten five pages into the reading when a loud knock sounded at his door.

bakugou didn’t even have time to say anything before the door was flung open.

“katsuki!” kaminari singsonged, bounding into the room. bakugou just stared at him as he did a little twirl, the door closing behind him. he bounced over to the him, his hair bouncing along with him.

he sat down hard on the bed next to him, making the sheets ripple.

“hi baby,” he cooed, dragging out the words. bakugou bit the inside of his cheek to keep from speaking, but he felt his ears begin to burn red hot anyway.

“i am so bored. what are you doing? is that the reading for midnight’s class?”

bakugou almost didn’t hear the words, his gaze instead flicking between kaminari’s bright, glowing face and a suspicious bundle tucked under his arm. it looked familiar. is that what he thought...?

“what is that,” he said bluntly, nodding his head at it. kaminari’s cheeks turned very red very quickly. he extracted the bundle from under his arm, nearly fumbling it as he basically tossed it onto bakugou’s book.

“mm... well, it’s yours!” he replied, the words rushed.

bakugou began to unfold the bundle, kaminari still talking a mile a minute.

“i wanted to return it because, well, i’ve been borrowing it for a little bit, and i figured that you probably want it back now! you know, because it’s yours and all, and i—“

hm. it was his sweatshirt. his third-favorite sweatshirt, to be exact. it was right here, in front of him. kaminari had had it this whole time.

“— saw it, so i just thought, you know, since i know it does belong to you—“

bakugou lifted the shirt up off of his book and observed it.

“this is my shirt,” he cut in, kaminari snapping his mouth shut. “i’ve been looking for it for-fucking-ever.” kaminari pursed his lips, looking off to the side. “you had it the whole time.”

there was a beat of silence. kaminari almost looked guilty, his mouth setting into something of a pout.

(god. he was so cute when he pouted like that. fuck.)

“mmm... yes. maybe i did,” he said, chewing on his bottom lip. he looked up at the ceiling.