Climbing the Ladder {Currently Discontinued}

Chapter 19 - Perfect

Bakugo threw the shirt at Uraraka's feet. "Where is it?"

"Uhm-."

"Don't lie to me, Round face." His scowl twitched. "I'm waiting."

"Well, you see..." She snaps her fingers in fake realization. "Oh! I might have left it in my room!"

"Then what the hells that bulge?"

She glanced to her stomach and sees an indent in her jacket.

"I've... gained weight." She looks away.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. "Right, and I'm secretly a ginger."

Her eyes sparkled. "Really!?"

"No!" He scoffed when he saw her pout. "Give it here!"

"I can't because-!" She thought of something quick. "It's dirty..." She couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. "I'm about to go clean it... right now."

"Theres no way, it was just washed-!" He paused, a look of an idea on his face. His anger slowly dissipated. "Actually..."

"W-what..?" She hated how worried her voice sounded.

He took a step toward her. "Pinky did explain to me that she mixed up all of the laundry on the fourth floor. She didn't pay attention and didn't separate them correctly." A smile tugged at his lips. "But that also means everyone on our floor has a load of laundry mixed in with some laundry from someone else."

"What about it...?"

"That includes all of the undergarments." He smirked. "Like your undergarments."

She felt her heart drop. "Please don't tell me..."

His smirk grew wider. "You don't happen to own a black C Cup with pink interior fabric, do you?"

She tempted to call his bluff, but he described her bra perfectly. There was no bluff on his face. Just pure victory as if he already won.

"You wouldn't..!"

"Wouldn't what?" He arched his eyebrow. "I was just saying that when you..." He glanced at the bulge in her jacket. "retrieve my shirt, we could do a trade off." He shrugged. "Isn't a problem right?"

She bit her lip. Okay, which do I prefer? My dignity or my life?

"And if you can't give me what's mine, well..." His eyes glew red. "Then I'll keep what's yours."

That was the only nice bra she owned. Along with the sports bra she was wearing at the moment. She literally could not afford to lose it.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat, burying her foot in the cloth on the floor. "Well, you see..." she stalled.

She quickly kicked the bunny shirt into Bakugo's face to block his sight of view. But he caught it on reflex.

"Nice try," He threw it to the side. "But you're gonna have to try harder than tha-!" SPLAT. Another piece of clothing smacked him in the face.

Uraraka ran to the stairs while Bakugo was stunned.

Bakugo took the mysterious cloth off his face. "That bitch threw her jacket!" AGAIN!

Uraraka believed there was no excuse known to run from a fight. Unless you're leading your opponent into a trap. Or you're retreating to form a better plan.