Thread by @nootnoot345

She didn't mean to see them on purpose, but when they fell out of the dryer during a frantic laundry switch, she wasn't about to just leave them on the ground.
Uraraka did what any kind person would do. She picked them up, folded them, and placed them on the laundry room table.

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Well, that's what she would've done if she hadn't inadvertently whimpered at the touch of its fabric.
Her eyes snapped down to the article of clothing in her hand as she carefully started to inspect it. She rubbed the cloth between her fingers and gulped.

It felt unimaginably soft.
She tugged at it gently, holding it between 4 fingers.
Soft and strong.
She held it up to the light and noticed the little beams floating through the almost microscopic holes.
Soft, strong, and breathable.

She pursed her lips and moved on to investigate the construction. The waistband seemed adjustable in some magical way that a normal elastic wouldn't be while the legs had an invisible seam that would keep them in place without cutting off circulation.

She gulped and parted the waistband like opening a bag of candy. Her eyes widened at the sight of two soft and stretched pieces of fabric keeping the gusset shaped crotch area separated from the tubes of the legs.
She inhaled sharply and turned the boxer briefs inside out.

All the stitching lay flat, there was no intrusive and itchy tag, and no matter how much she tugged, the fabric held its shape.
Probably similar to how it holds all of someone's junk in place with the genius crotch-leg separation pouch.

Her lips quivered and she groaned.
She just had to come across the holy grail of underwear when her own was the holy grail of... well, holes.
She didn't even have the same appendages as the owner of this underwear, but she could still dream about this fabric and level of support.

She clenched them tightly and held them to her chest, sighing.
"Are those my underwear?" Croaked out a low voice, its usual brashness replaced by astonishment.
Uraraka snapped up to the door of the laundry room and met Bakugou's abnormally wide eyes as he held a finger up at her.

Well, he was actually probably pointing to the underwear she held to her chest like she was Gollum and it was the one ring.
Of course the most beautiful piece of clothing she'd ever seen belonged to Bakugou.
Her shame turned to annoyance.

"How dare you?!" She squealed, holding out his underwear between them like it were a piece of art. "How dare you just walk around in these all day long while the rest of us /extras/ have to pick wedgies out of our butts all day? Do you know how obvious wedgies are in my suit??"

Almost 3 years at UA had prepared Bakugou for a lot. Hell, it had even tested that preparation with a full out war. But, it sure as shit hadn't prepared him to be faced with his crush—no, crushes were for children, she was something else—holding onto his underwear for dear life.

Gods, he hoped it was clean and not just a dirty one that had fallen out of his laundry basket.
He blinked slowly as he finally took in her words, eyes dragging away from his belonging up to her face.
Why did she look like she was on the verge of crying? Over underwear?

"Don't think I've ever noticed a wedgie through your suit." He blurted out before quickly smacking his forehead.
Uraraka's whole face turned beet red as she floundered for a moment before schooling herself again. "Well, you're obviously not looking hard enough!"

Bakugou could guarantee that was not the case.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Who cares? What's that got to do with my underwear anyways?"
Her face twisted to a simmering anger in slow motion.
"/I/ care! You... you have this perfect fabric and construction to support you."

Her voice wavered slightly as she looked down at the material in her hands. "And, you take it for granted!" She paused, eyes boring into him.
"I bet I could rescue more people with fancy underwear!" She yelled out, now waving around his boxer-briefs like a flag.

Frozen with his jaw hanging slack, Bakugou didn't know whether to keel over in laughter or figure out how to bring Uraraka to Recovery Girl because she'd finally snapped.
Thankfully, Uraraka took a deep breath before her next words.
"Where'd you get this anyways?"

"My underwear?" Confusion clouded his whole being at that moment, but if Uraraka wanted to continue a conversation—any conversation—with him, then he'd be damned if he were the one to end it.
She nodded. "I dunno if I've ever felt something so soft and sturdy before."

He sighed and scratched the back of his neck. "Custom from my parents' company."
Her eyes widened even more and this time, she stepped forward, close enough to graze his chest with her breath. She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes a few times.

"Do... do they make women's underwear too?" She almost whispered to him.
"Hah?" He blurted out, spitting in her face.
/Shit./
His arm instinctively went up and he wiped her face with his sleeve like a windshield wiper.
She seemed unfazed and he was ready to bury himself alive.

"Women's underwear." She continued. "I... I know I'd have to save up for a while, but it'd be worth it just to save on the time it takes to pick out wedgies alone."
Bakugou raised an eyebrow. How many wedgies did she get?
"And that doesn't even cover the boob wedgies!"

He coughed sharply, turning away from her this time. What the /fuck/ was a boob wedgie?
She gripped his bicep now, still looking up at him eagerly. "Well? Do they?"
He honestly had no idea.

It's not like he was interested in their jobs enough to ask, plus he wasn't lying about his underwear being custom.
He had just come home one day and griped about swamp ass and his old man decided to make him the breathable clothing that Uraraka was now holding onto.

But, Uraraka /needed/ something from him now. This meant that he could propose some sort of a trade.
A trade to get them to spend more time with each other that would maybe lead to her touching his underwear in an entirely different context.
He shook himself to clear his head.

"Bet they'll be willing to make a free custom set for the hero who trains with their son." He smirked and crossed his arms over his chest and felt her hand squeeze his bicep during the motion.
She raised her brows for a sec before frowning. "But we don't train together."

He grabbed onto his underwear and held her gaze. "Don't you wanna test the limits of what lies under the suit."
Her eyes darkened as a grin overtook her face and she nodded.
Maybe someday, she'd show him her underwear.

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