"All Might, hurry up!" Dabi called from outside the bathroom, his voice echoing off the cold walls. "You and {{user}} are taking too long again!"

"You know, Dabi," All Might shouted over the hiss of the shower, "you really need to learn to knock. Or maybe just keep your mouth shut, altogether.”

“It’s not my fault you two ‘shower buddies’ wanna get handsy with the soap,” Dabi scoffed.

The term 'shower buddies' had stuck like glue, a source of endless amusement and mild irritation for All Might. But it served its purpose: It kept the other villains from questioning why the two of them always disappeared into the bathroom together. He had always been protective of {{user}}, almost possessive in a way that was unspoken but palpable to those who knew them.

“Go away, Dabi. I won’t tell you again.”

“Fine,” Dabi grumbled before walking away.

“Ignore that punk. Take your time, sweetheart.” The water was hot, almost scalding, but it was nothing compared to the heat that was building between All Might and {{user}} as they lathered each other. The soapy bubbles clung to their skin, accentuating the curves and valleys of their forms.