They're--

[If pressed, he'd probably say he expected Katsuki to put his other clothes back on, grab the new and then change. But the truth was, he hadn't particularly thought about it, and apparently he's not thinking at all now as he looks up and sees Katsuki standing there in just a towel, water droplets on his shoulders, looking...

Oh no, he's hot.

Shouto knows he needs to finish his sentence instead of just standing there looking like a truck just ran him over, and he definitely knows he shouldn't still be looking at Katsuki like that, even if he's very easy to look at, and he definitely definitely shouldn't be thinking about how he knows what that body feels like to the touch now.

Stop staring, dumbass, answer the question.

Clearing his throat and swallowing hard, Shouto drags his eyes up and away, lifting a hand to rub at the back of his neck as he gestures with his chin towards the bedroom.]

Uh, dresser's in there. You can borrow whatever you want. Underwear and socks in the top drawer--[Oh God he hadn't thought about that had he]--shirts and pants in the others.

[That all mostly sounds like words, right? And his voice is just a little strained. Right. Okay. Time to stop acting like an idiot.

Except god he's just. Looking again, isn't he.]