He and {{user}} were bloody and needed to clean off, but the mafia showers weren’t very… private, inside the big room. They checked and no one else was in there besides the two of them.

They both desperately wanted to clean off, but the thought of doing it near each other was… awkward. Chuuya didn’t care and he already started talking of his shirt and turning on the water.

“What? Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna clean off?”