[Bakugo's brows furrow in anger and annoyance, only half at Charlie. The other half is towards his body's response to the shower water hitting his bare skin. A shower always feels good. Why the hell does this feel even better than that? The chalk already washed off! It shouldn't be affecting him, dammit!]
Shut up! You can rinse off with your clothes on! [But despite yelling at him, Bakugo irritably grabs the strips of cloth and pulls them off his shoulders and arms. Damn things. They hit the ground with a wet slop and he kicks the ruined material to the side. Lacking a belt or anything, it's nothing to go for his pants, popping the fly and dragging the zipper down.
Right when Charlie lunges at him.] OY! I CAN DO THIS MYSELF! DAMMIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Now he's hopping backwards on one leg through the shower, driven back by Charlie's grip and his own intent to get a leg up before the guy can tackle him. His back hits the wall with a thug and he glares at the man across from him, keeping his shin against Charlie's torso for the moment.
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Shut up! You can rinse off with your clothes on! [But despite yelling at him, Bakugo irritably grabs the strips of cloth and pulls them off his shoulders and arms. Damn things. They hit the ground with a wet slop and he kicks the ruined material to the side. Lacking a belt or anything, it's nothing to go for his pants, popping the fly and dragging the zipper down.
Right when Charlie lunges at him.] OY! I CAN DO THIS MYSELF! DAMMIT, WHAT THE FUCK?!
[Now he's hopping backwards on one leg through the shower, driven back by Charlie's grip and his own intent to get a leg up before the guy can tackle him. His back hits the wall with a thug and he glares at the man across from him, keeping his shin against Charlie's torso for the moment.
The water's fucking freezing!]