( So much insecurity. That's what this has to be, right? Esikko considers it as he trails behind him, a casual pace that's not too urgent, that doesn't give away his perverse enjoyment. Plenty else does, though, like the small smile that has been on his face for some time now, or the light way he seems to walk, carefree and quietly pleased. )

Well, I believe there's a name for that sort of person.

( Teasing, again, he braces himself for the potential yell of a response. )

Would you prefer to do it in front of a friend? Some would argue that's even worse. Well, it hardly matters, in the end— you'll become less and less shy, from here on out. ♪

( He slows his feet to a stop once they're inside the bedroom, eyes sliding from the bed back to Bakugo. )

You know, if it's truly so foreign to you, I could always take the lead. ( :) Could always leave it in his hands, literally. )