[ He'd still been fumbling blindly with the latch on the door (I've decided that yes he is wearing his eyepatch even in the shower and looking like an idiot) and gives a startled yip when he feels the touch to his shoulder. The stall door rattles from the way he starts against it, and Fuuta ... hurriedly tries to hide his body with his arms.
It's more that he doesn't like people seeing his bruises any more than necessary, rather than any concern over his chest (there's nothing there anyway), but the effect is the same. His face is red as he averts his gaze and sputters, ]
I just said -- ! [ Ugh, whatever! ] And why the hell would you wanna do that?!
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It's more that he doesn't like people seeing his bruises any more than necessary, rather than any concern over his chest (there's nothing there anyway), but the effect is the same. His face is red as he averts his gaze and sputters, ]
I just said -- ! [ Ugh, whatever! ] And why the hell would you wanna do that?!