[Dammit, this guy's distracting the hell out of him! It's not the first time he's had to shoulder a person through an area, but each touch seems to grab his nerves and haul them towards the front of his brain. Not the intent towards the shower, but touch touch touch fucking touch!
Doesn't matter the chalk dust is starting to leak with beads of sweat; it's already hit him. Bakugo cusses in his mind, trying to resist what's welling up inside already. It reminds him too much of that damn drink and food from the beach. Feeling yourself being pulled towards a certain inclination, resistance dragging grooves behind you as you're unable to stop.
Unfortunately, that question's a mix of A and B. He's private and embarrassed. Mostly because he thinks shit like this should be done away from other eyes. It's not their damn business!
But get him into the shower those hands do and Bakugo takes a vengeful delight in wrenching the water on to catch the other man on the back. There, try to cool the fuck off, you clingy bastard.]
No shit, asshole! I'm not an idio- HEY! [The flimsy shirt isn't going to resist much and it tears quickly thanks to Charlie's grab and yank combo. Shreds of it dangle off Bakugo's shoulders as it falls open on his back, almost like it wants to melt in the water. Cut muscle, defined lines, a strong body well taken care of. As well as three noticeable scars: two punctures torn through his left shoulder and abdomen's right side, as well as a burst-like rip from the center of his chest.] You wanna start something, dammit?!
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Doesn't matter the chalk dust is starting to leak with beads of sweat; it's already hit him. Bakugo cusses in his mind, trying to resist what's welling up inside already. It reminds him too much of that damn drink and food from the beach. Feeling yourself being pulled towards a certain inclination, resistance dragging grooves behind you as you're unable to stop.
Unfortunately, that question's a mix of A and B. He's private and embarrassed. Mostly because he thinks shit like this should be done away from other eyes. It's not their damn business!
But get him into the shower those hands do and Bakugo takes a vengeful delight in wrenching the water on to catch the other man on the back. There, try to cool the fuck off, you clingy bastard.]
No shit, asshole! I'm not an idio- HEY! [The flimsy shirt isn't going to resist much and it tears quickly thanks to Charlie's grab and yank combo. Shreds of it dangle off Bakugo's shoulders as it falls open on his back, almost like it wants to melt in the water. Cut muscle, defined lines, a strong body well taken care of. As well as three noticeable scars: two punctures torn through his left shoulder and abdomen's right side, as well as a burst-like rip from the center of his chest.] You wanna start something, dammit?!