[ he’s torn. on one hand, yuji was innocent. on the other hand, if bakugo was mad about something, doubtless there was a good reason for it. argh!
but wait. pay attention, choso: the water’s puddling unpleasantly, and it’s getting cold besides.
with a shiver, choso steps back, nudging at yuji as if to shoo him back toward the bed before he begins the surprisingly arduous process of peeling the wet things off himself, discarding the poor loungewear on the floor with some horrible splats. he’d worry about it later, or let the little roomba worry about it for him. (here it comes on cue, puttering in like the belated cavalry)
eventually, regrettably perhaps, choso achieves nakedness in its entirety, unabashed as he putters to grab the nearest shirt and pair of sweatpants (where they belong, in their little drawer homes). ]
Here, Yuji, this shirt is warmer.
[ says choso, turning around with his own barely halfway on his head, a hoodie held out to indicate. ]
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[ he’s torn. on one hand, yuji was innocent. on the other hand, if bakugo was mad about something, doubtless there was a good reason for it. argh!
but wait. pay attention, choso: the water’s puddling unpleasantly, and it’s getting cold besides.
with a shiver, choso steps back, nudging at yuji as if to shoo him back toward the bed before he begins the surprisingly arduous process of peeling the wet things off himself, discarding the poor loungewear on the floor with some horrible splats. he’d worry about it later, or let the little roomba worry about it for him. (here it comes on cue, puttering in like the belated cavalry)
eventually, regrettably perhaps, choso achieves nakedness in its entirety, unabashed as he putters to grab the nearest shirt and pair of sweatpants (where they belong, in their little drawer homes). ]
Here, Yuji, this shirt is warmer.
[ says choso, turning around with his own barely halfway on his head, a hoodie held out to indicate. ]