[He exhales irritably, the scowl on his face entirely for Mic and Mic alone. With a little groan he sits up, glaring down at his phone.
He offers Hizashi some terse texts that give him absolutely nothing in terms of juicy details and sets his phone on silent. Then the phone is tossed to the side, abandoned in favor of unbuttoning his shirt and getting ready for bed.
Now they're both shirtless, and, after a moment of hesitation, trouserless as well. He doesn't climb under the sheets just yet, but rather sits there in his boxers, waiting to see if Toshinori needs help in some fashion.
Which is certainly a sight for him to return to. Don't spit up blood, babe.]
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He offers Hizashi some terse texts that give him absolutely nothing in terms of juicy details and sets his phone on silent. Then the phone is tossed to the side, abandoned in favor of unbuttoning his shirt and getting ready for bed.
Now they're both shirtless, and, after a moment of hesitation, trouserless as well. He doesn't climb under the sheets just yet, but rather sits there in his boxers, waiting to see if Toshinori needs help in some fashion.
Which is certainly a sight for him to return to. Don't spit up blood, babe.]