[ooc: sorry for the delay; i got run over by a hurricane]
[It's weird to have someone staring at him like that. Not at all similar to his classmates in the locker rooms with their casual glances and chatter. Someone actually running his eyes over him with intent. A small stroke to Bakugo's pride swims in a river of creepy. But any urge he has to slam an explosion into Charlie for looking hampers by other thoughts. Water hides nothing, curving over his skin and running down onto the shower floor to swirl towards the drain. He shouldn't say "okay" but...]
Don't make me change my mind! [Still yelling at him for it. Bakugo grumbles as Charlie moves forward, turning around to face the shower spray for the time being. It's awkward to stand there and watch someone wanting to touch him. Does he trust Charlie enough to show his back to him? ... Kind of, even if it's strong-armed trust.] I'm not worried, idiot.
[Fingers dig into his shoulder, not a groping copped feel, but surprising him with an almost-massage-like touch. His arm relaxes a little the more Charlie works on his shoulder. Fuck... Had to go for that, didn't he. Considering Bakugo's Quirk puts a lot of strain on his arms, shoulders, upper back, and nape, Charlie working along one of those areas instantly feels good. He drops his head forward, eyes closing as the man spreads soap along his back and shoulders. Only parting slightly when Charlie reaches his hips.] You didn't say you were gonna do a fucking massage.
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[It's weird to have someone staring at him like that. Not at all similar to his classmates in the locker rooms with their casual glances and chatter. Someone actually running his eyes over him with intent. A small stroke to Bakugo's pride swims in a river of creepy. But any urge he has to slam an explosion into Charlie for looking hampers by other thoughts. Water hides nothing, curving over his skin and running down onto the shower floor to swirl towards the drain. He shouldn't say "okay" but...]
Don't make me change my mind! [Still yelling at him for it. Bakugo grumbles as Charlie moves forward, turning around to face the shower spray for the time being. It's awkward to stand there and watch someone wanting to touch him. Does he trust Charlie enough to show his back to him? ... Kind of, even if it's strong-armed trust.] I'm not worried, idiot.
[Fingers dig into his shoulder, not a groping copped feel, but surprising him with an almost-massage-like touch. His arm relaxes a little the more Charlie works on his shoulder. Fuck... Had to go for that, didn't he. Considering Bakugo's Quirk puts a lot of strain on his arms, shoulders, upper back, and nape, Charlie working along one of those areas instantly feels good. He drops his head forward, eyes closing as the man spreads soap along his back and shoulders. Only parting slightly when Charlie reaches his hips.] You didn't say you were gonna do a fucking massage.
[Bakugo doesn't sound against it though.]