[The sound of Ouma's voice from the bathroom jolts Shuichi from his ridiculous musings and he startles a little, flushing faintly at what Ouma is suggesting. It just...feels kind of extra intimate, more so than he can wrap his head around. Despite the two sexual encounters, it still feels like a first sleepover with a classmate he doesn't really know super well yet.
Christ. Right. Well, that answers that question, sort of. Offering underwear would probably be weirder. And Ouma certainly isn't so shy that he'd avoid asking if he wanted it.]
Just... [Ugh.] One second!
[He might as well take advantage of what seems (to him) like a brief moment of privacy. Setting aside the shirt for Ouma, he drops his towel and pulls on the new pair of underwear and his pajamas shirt and pants. He picks the towel back up to rub at his still-damp hair a but more as he finally turns and heads back to the bathroom to offer the extra shirt through the doorway.]
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Christ. Right. Well, that answers that question, sort of. Offering underwear would probably be weirder. And Ouma certainly isn't so shy that he'd avoid asking if he wanted it.]
Just... [Ugh.] One second!
[He might as well take advantage of what seems (to him) like a brief moment of privacy. Setting aside the shirt for Ouma, he drops his towel and pulls on the new pair of underwear and his pajamas shirt and pants. He picks the towel back up to rub at his still-damp hair a but more as he finally turns and heads back to the bathroom to offer the extra shirt through the doorway.]
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