[Katsuki starts the water, letting the steam roll over him and hopefully clear his thoughts. What the hell were they doing, and why did Shouto want to do it with him? Whatever they were, they weren't just friends. He scrubs his hair with Shouto's shampoo, recognizing the scent from when he was lying on his futon with him, and all those times he had cuddled up to him for the past three days. Maybe if he scrubs hard enough, he'll finally start thinking clearly.
Nope.
Scoffing to himself, Katsuki conditions his hair, washing the rest of his body while he does, and rinses it out, leaving just a little in. He grabs a towel and runs it over his hair before wrapping it around his waist, stepping out of the bathroom and back into the living area.]
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Nope.
Scoffing to himself, Katsuki conditions his hair, washing the rest of his body while he does, and rinses it out, leaving just a little in. He grabs a towel and runs it over his hair before wrapping it around his waist, stepping out of the bathroom and back into the living area.]
Where's the clothes?