[ Luckily for Semi, Shirabu will be dressed and underneath the covers by the time he reenters the room, so his poor bisexual heart won't have to suffer from seeing his exposed chest, or just how much looser his pants are around his waist and legs. (He also misses the face Shirabu, almost... fond, as he stares at the clothes on his body and wonders what pieces he's painted while wearing them.)
But as he's sitting up in bed, checking his phone one last time and adjusting his morning alarms, the neckline of the shirt droops enough to show off his collarbones - something that Shirabu doesn't even noticed. ] Are they asleep? [ Not that he's going to admit to feeling bad about keeping Rui up. The argument was necessary. ]
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But as he's sitting up in bed, checking his phone one last time and adjusting his morning alarms, the neckline of the shirt droops enough to show off his collarbones - something that Shirabu doesn't even noticed. ] Are they asleep? [ Not that he's going to admit to feeling bad about keeping Rui up. The argument was necessary. ]