[Does he want to start something? The way Charlie smiles, teeth and eager eyes, answers with a resounding yes.] Do you wanna shower in your clothes!? I thought you weren't an idiot-
[He really wants to start something. Perhaps he's emboldened by being soaked in water, antithesis of the flame he's seen spark from the boy's hands. More likely, Charlie's simply driven by his own intoxicating love for feeling angry hands on his body - that the chalk exacerbates this desire doesn't even occur to him.
He's just a brat in the shower, ready to get rowdy.
Even if it's a fight he can't win.
Bakugo is fit, clearly, and has seen some shit. Charlie's own body is relatively pampered in comparison. There's no defined muscle on his torso, all of his strength twines up his arms and shoulders in lithe muscle. His only scar is a faint surgical mark near the knee. Overall, there's not much to notice.
Especially since he's still got his clothes on.
Lurching forward, Charlie attempts to follow his shirt-shredding success by grabbing the thigh of Bakugo's pants. He tugs forward, not down, jostling his shower buddy farther into the stall. If he can manage, he's hoping to get him in the face with that cold stream of water.]
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[He really wants to start something. Perhaps he's emboldened by being soaked in water, antithesis of the flame he's seen spark from the boy's hands. More likely, Charlie's simply driven by his own intoxicating love for feeling angry hands on his body - that the chalk exacerbates this desire doesn't even occur to him.
He's just a brat in the shower, ready to get rowdy.
Even if it's a fight he can't win.
Bakugo is fit, clearly, and has seen some shit. Charlie's own body is relatively pampered in comparison. There's no defined muscle on his torso, all of his strength twines up his arms and shoulders in lithe muscle. His only scar is a faint surgical mark near the knee. Overall, there's not much to notice.
Especially since he's still got his clothes on.
Lurching forward, Charlie attempts to follow his shirt-shredding success by grabbing the thigh of Bakugo's pants. He tugs forward, not down, jostling his shower buddy farther into the stall. If he can manage, he's hoping to get him in the face with that cold stream of water.]