[Katsuki covers himself, wrapping the towel around his waist. He's frowning. Still wet, his hair is a deep reddish-orange, and he holds a lock in his hands.]
Fuck that, we don't have time. Maybe it'll be different enough when I dry it. You need the shower?
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Fuck that, we don't have time. Maybe it'll be different enough when I dry it. You need the shower?