[NO ONE'S INSECURE!! IT'S ABOUT HAVING SOME COMMON DECENCY!! ... Or that's the excuse Bakugo's sticking to in his head. Inside, he's experiencing a lot more. Which pisses him off. He's faced down monstrous Nomu, clashed against a glacier of ice, fought against the greatest hero who ever lived (while said hero was extremely restricted), dealt with murderous villains, and none of that has his heart and nerves stressed like he's feeling right now. Ashamed of his body? Fuck no. He showers and bathes with the other guys in his dorm without a damn problem. But he knows them. And he's certainly not jerking off with them!]
I'm not gonna be known as one!
[Because he knows there are several names for people like that. Reputations to go along with it. And while it might be excusable, acceptable, even encouraged in this fucking place, he's got years of his life bolstered up to think about that kind of person in a particular way. A negative one. Ewugh...
The question only makes him bristle more as he slows to a stop in the middle of the room. Do it in front of a friend. Would that make it any better? Or would that make it worse... He doesn't know. Shoulders hike again when Esikko dares suggest he's "shy" about anything.]
Urusei! Don't screw around!
[Those eyes bore into his back and Bakugo's visibly wrangling with his brain at the moment. Grabbing his nerves, stuffing them to the side, logically clashing with himself, arguing the stupid reluctant reality of his current situation. It's not like he's in front of an audience. It's not like he's baring a shameful secret. It's just his damn dick that Esikko would probably see anyways if they were in the shower together. What's so damn bad about it?]
Touch me and I'll blow your head off. [Just give him a minute or so... before there's finally the rip of velcro and the snap of buttons from his front.] Unless I want you to.
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I'm not gonna be known as one!
[Because he knows there are several names for people like that. Reputations to go along with it. And while it might be excusable, acceptable, even encouraged in this fucking place, he's got years of his life bolstered up to think about that kind of person in a particular way. A negative one. Ewugh...
The question only makes him bristle more as he slows to a stop in the middle of the room. Do it in front of a friend. Would that make it any better? Or would that make it worse... He doesn't know. Shoulders hike again when Esikko dares suggest he's "shy" about anything.]
Urusei! Don't screw around!
[Those eyes bore into his back and Bakugo's visibly wrangling with his brain at the moment. Grabbing his nerves, stuffing them to the side, logically clashing with himself, arguing the stupid reluctant reality of his current situation. It's not like he's in front of an audience. It's not like he's baring a shameful secret. It's just his damn dick that Esikko would probably see anyways if they were in the shower together. What's so damn bad about it?]
Touch me and I'll blow your head off. [Just give him a minute or so... before there's finally the rip of velcro and the snap of buttons from his front.] Unless I want you to.