Ryuji was asked to hide the equipment

The Phantom Thieves had been investigating the depths of the Metaverse when Ren finally remembered that he'd left their unused gear in his room, the same day that Kawakami was scheduled to come by for cleaning. If she saw those clothes... which were perfectly suited for exploring Mementos, but not so much for presenting to your teacher... there would be some uncomfortable questions. So far, he'd kept Kawakami's secret from everyone in the group; the only one who had a whiff of it was Ryuji, who at least knew of the maid service, so it wouldn't be the end of Ren's social life if he met her there. This was the sort of thing he really needed to handle himself, but he couldn't go back; the team needed his "wildcard" ability to pull out whatever persona fit the situation. Plus, he'd fused a pretty good physical/electrical persona just recently... That made Ryuji the best choice to go back for several reasons. With any luck, Ryuji would beat Kawakami to the house and hide the clothes before she got there.

Of course, they'd all soon realize that nobody had much luck tonight.

Scowling with a face like a forlorn puppy, Ryuji had changed back out of his cool Skull uniform, stuck both hands into his pockets and slouched his way to Ren's house with a distinct lack of enthusiasm and urgency. Ren hadn't told him about Kawakami, just that those clothes needed to be hidden. "The fuck, man? You're afraid the old man's snooping around in your room or something? Pretty lame ass reason to sideline Captain Kidd and me..." Ryuji grumbled to himself as he approached the Leblanc Cafe, which served as both their leader's home and a pretty great place to get curry and/or coffee. To his surprise, he found the door unlocked... Ren had given him the extra key, but he didn't need to use it. Maybe Sojiro really had already come home?

That didn't appear to be the case. The inside seemed empty and quiet. Scratching his head with confusion, Ryuji went upstairs and began to search for that laundry hamper Ren had told him about. His bafflement only increased when he found that the hamper was missing.

"Shit. Did he flake out?" Ryuji thought to himself, rubbing his chin and giving the room another good search, as if there were many places a large laundry basket could hide. "He already hid the stuff and just forgot he did? Ya think a guy's got it altogether, then you see these stupid moments that make ya reconsider." Ryuji was really the last person who deserved to think that thought, but he managed to anyways.

Impatient to get back to the action, Ryuji bolted downstairs, locking the door behind him with the spare key. Ren really had flaked out, leaving the house unlocked! As he left, however, he heard a voice coming from the ordinarily silent laundromat... as he approached, closer, he heard somebody start shouting, for whatever reason. With a concerned expression, the boy stuck his blond-dyed head close to the door and watched the situation through the slit...

How was he supposed to describe the scene going on inside? Some maid, in a backless apron that showed off some kinky leather fetish bikini, was yelling to herself and pumping her fists in excitement. Her body was... hard to take his eyes off of! Sure, he got to hang around with some hotties, but none of them were mature women. This woman looked old enough to be one of the teachers at his school, but this maid and Kawakami couldn't be more different. After all, this person was wearing their hair in youthful pigtails and had such a pretty, young-looking body too! He was sure that if Kawakami stripped down, there's no way she'd look hot like this. That's what the maid was: a little goofy looking, but distinctly hot. Finally, Ryuji managed to puzzle out the identity of this stranger...

It was the maid that Ren had picked up a card for! He'd called her after all and ever since then, she'd been washing his clothes in a naked apron with a bikini under it! "Fuuuuuck, man! Ya gotta tell me when you find stuff like this!" Ryuji scolded his so-called friend internally, feeling intensely betrayed. Next, the maid turned around and unhooked her spiky bra, to begin the process of undressing. Ryuji's eyes widened... he didn't think of himself as a perv, but how was he supposed to resist something like this? He leaned closer, pushing the door open slightly more so he could get a better view as the woman set down her bra on top of the washer.

Next, he noticed the laundry hamper. He wasn't the brightest... he'd managed to grab the pieces of the puzzle, but put them together in the wrong order. He envisioned that the hamper was still full of the team's gear, but not that Kawakami had already put it on. "Guess I gotta do what I came here to do. Sorry, Ren's hot maid..." he thought to himself, gulping as he pushed the door open a little further. He grit his teeth as a tremendous squeeeeeak rang out from the rusty old door's hinges. "Fuuuuck!"

Thankfully, it didn't look like the maid had noticed anything. He creeped a little closer and grabbed the bin... then noticed some other maid gear on the bench. With his teeth and ass both clenched, just a couple of feet away from the maid, he began to pile those items inside the hamper... then picked it up in both hands and began to creep towards the door. The woman was still fiddling with her apron strings and managed to get it untied, though it still hung around her neck. He found himself distracted and turned around, with his eyes bulging from his head; was she going to drop the apron and show her tits?!

Finally, she spotted Ryuji standing there, holding Ren's laundry basket. Worse, she recognized him. That boy attended her school and hung around with Ren! "No way... Ren told his friends about me?! That bastard!" she thought to herself, wearing a face just as stupefied as Ryuji's. She was now dressed in just the collar, tight bikini bottom, and an apron flapping unsecured about her front half. Would she be recognized?

"... Sorry, Ren's maid!!" Ryuji shouted, then bolted for the door. He collided with it briefly, then slowed to shrug it open with one shoulder and keep going. He didn't think he'd be calling this maid himself after all... She'd looked pissed!

"Get back here!!" Kawakami shouted after him. With frustration, she realized her own clothes were gone now... There was only that spiky bra to dress back into and no time even to do that! The only saving grace was that the troublemaker didn't seem to realize whose clothes he was stealing...