[his amazement at Shigaraki's cluelessness only grows when he seems oblivious to the compliment. Maybe it's better for him and his current predicament of loose lips, but still... he kind of wants to tackle Shigaraki back onto the mattress and get his hands under that shirt.
Instead, he just lets his gaze wash over him.]
You, creep. You look good.
[it's about as awkward as when shigaraki told him he looked nice when he got out of the shower last night. how the hell did they even deal with that?]
no subject
[his amazement at Shigaraki's cluelessness only grows when he seems oblivious to the compliment. Maybe it's better for him and his current predicament of loose lips, but still... he kind of wants to tackle Shigaraki back onto the mattress and get his hands under that shirt.
Instead, he just lets his gaze wash over him.]
You, creep. You look good.
[it's about as awkward as when shigaraki told him he looked nice when he got out of the shower last night. how the hell did they even deal with that?]