[My English] It's not a problem if you can communicate with your fists

Not long after we left the police station, it began to rain heavily.

I originally planned to find a place to shelter from the rain, but the largest building between the office and the police station is the park in the middle of the street, and there is basically no place to stay along the way, so I had to trot with my bag on top of my head Go to the office.

By the time I got to the office, my body was already wet.

Although the summer vacation is approaching, the weather in Japan has not yet reached the hottest season, and the drenched kimono is attached to the body and blown by the wind, which easily brings up a lot of goose bumps.

After becoming a drenched chicken, I especially want to take a bath.

And I've never been one to suppress my desires.After successfully rushing into the office, I gasped and ran to the bathroom as fast as I could.

Anyway, it was just a shower, and there was no way to report to the back office with wet clothes on.

Comforting himself in this way, the psychological shadow of being hung on the beam by the Chaobao Niu Wang was unexpectedly relieved a lot.

The bathroom in the dormitory area is public, with separate bathrooms for men and women. The entrance is a washbasin in the shared area, and there is a toilet next to the bathroom.The men's bathroom and toilet are on the left, and the women's bathroom and toilet are on the right, separated by a sink in the middle.

When rushing to the sink, Baohao just came out of the bathroom.

Probably because my dress was too unbelievable. The boy who had his hair neatly arranged was taken aback. He stared at me with red eyes, and didn't come out until I half-stepped into the women's bathroom. A word escaped from his throat.

"...Are you going to the bathroom to wash your bags?"

I froze for a moment.

At this time, I don't bother to think about whether Bakugo is laughing or simply reminding him.I casually threw the bag on the sink closest to the bathroom door, and rushed in with a dodge.

I was so focused on getting out of the drenched clothes earlier that I didn't quite hear what Bakugo shouted behind me, I only distinguished the word "idiot" from the syllables.

But now is not the time to worry about that.

The reassurance and comfort of the warm, clean water rushing over your skin makes you come alive again.

The black kimono, which was soaked by the rain and could no longer be worn, was hung on the hook behind the bathroom door. The light-colored underwear, which was completely opposite to the dark-colored coat, was randomly discarded on the ground. Same as a typhoon.

Fortunately, I do not have unmanageable long hair.Cheap Papa always felt that long hair would be a weakness in battle, so I was asked to cut my hair often since I was a child.Thanks to my hairstyle, I don't have to worry too much about my hair.

Anyway, short hair is also easy to wash. Basically, it’s almost done after rinsing, and you don’t even have to worry about split ends.

I thought I would be fully alive after this shower, but when I turned off the water valve and was about to step out of the bathroom cubicle, I noticed something more serious.

I... rushed in as soon as I arrived at the office without taking a change of clothes.

This is a desperate fact.

So I could only walk back naked and turn on the water valve again to maintain my body temperature. My brain was thinking about what to do now.

It is absolutely impossible to go back to the dormitory to change in wet clothes, not to mention that this will increase the probability of getting sick, and I really hate the feeling of wet clothes sticking to the skin.

It's still afternoon, and the other female employees of the firm are still working. If I stay here temporarily and wait for others to find out, I may have to wash myself off.

Or try to call for help with your mobile phone?Anyway, no one should be here now.

After quickly formulating a countermeasure, I tiptoed out of the bathroom cubicle.

Suddenly there was a sound of hurried footsteps in the direction of the sink.

I froze all over, and hurried back to the compartment to lean against the baffle again.It would be fine if the person who came was a woman, but if the person who came was a man, I must not show up.

A naked girl suddenly popped up next to the sink, just thinking about it is very exciting.

The footsteps were getting closer, but judging from the details, the footsteps did not sound like a woman's.I thought the owner of the footsteps should just wash his hands and leave, but he seemed to have stopped at the door of the women's bathroom, and when the sound stopped, there was even the sound of rustling cloth rubbing against each other.

what happened?

Are there any men in the office of the hot bull king who like to take a shower in the women's bathroom?

Because of nervousness, I unconsciously twisted the hook on which the kimono was hung.The cloth soaked with rainwater fell to the ground with a slight dull sound.

Without the comfort of hot water, his body soon began to feel chilly, and the partition baffle against his back exuded a biting coldness as if it had been frozen.I rubbed my arms indiscriminately trying to warm myself up, but I still got goosebumps.

There was the sound of shoes touching the tiled floor at the door.

Have you already started taking off your shoes...

The corner of my mouth twitched.

Big, big deal, just hide until he finishes washing.Anyway, as long as I don't go out, he can't see me.

As if I were dead, I picked up the kimono, rolled it up indiscriminately, and threw it in the gap between the heating pipe and the wall.Now the situation of the compartment is more like a typhoon passing through the border, and it is still a very large one.

"The clothes are placed next to your bag," Bakugo yelled viciously and suddenly came in from the door, "You are an idiot, you don't even take a bath to change your clothes!"

what……?

The footsteps at the door sounded again, but this time they were walking outside.

After the sound stopped completely, I pushed open the compartment door and rushed to the door as fast as possible. The kimono and foot bag that should have been in the suitcase were neatly placed on the sink. Except for the necessary clothes, even And a pair of clean clogs.

But something always feels wrong...

I sighed, thinking about whether to wear it or not, and raised my eyelids to look at the back of the boy standing at the door.

"I said... I appreciate you for helping me with my clothes...but why don't you take my underwear?!"

The area occupied by the sink is not large. Even if I hid in the bathroom and stood at the entrance of the sink, the distance between us was only two or three meters. Therefore, when I asked this sentence, the boy in my sight The back of his ears turned suspiciously red.

"So long-winded, how did I know you were going to wear underwear!"

No, Mr. Bakugo Katsuki, don’t you think there is a common sense error in what you said, or did you have some serious misunderstanding of me that gave you the illusion that I don’t wear underwear? !

When I was shocked by Bakugou's speech, the boy who blushed and turned his back on me made another stab without hesitation.

"It doesn't matter if you wear underwear or not anyway!"

"..."

To be fair, I am really grateful to him for bringing me clean clothes, but at this moment, can I temporarily forget his kindness and break his neck?

I am serious.

The author has something to say:

I actually snatched an electric plug in the sleeper car! ! !

Well, actually, all the other berths are asleep and I’m sitting alone (Indifference.jpg

Let’s take a look back, I might really have no time to code when I arrive at the station tomorrow, let’s watch and cherish it (?)