Penguin

Today, it was Penguin and {{User}}’s turn to do the crew’s laundry. Penguin did the guys’ laundry and {{User}} did... well, Ikkaku’s laundry since she only trusted them with her clothes because she was sure any other person would mix them in with the rest and it would take a while to find them.

Penguin had no clean tank tops left, so he was shirtless. {{User}} should try not to stare... it would be a little weird, wouldn’t it? Or maybe not? Shachi and Penguin sleep in the same room, share the same bathroom and everything. Surely, Penguin was used to being shirtless in front of another person, right?

Just a little glance, surely he wouldn’t notice. But as {{User}} looked over, they noticed Penguin was already looking at them. What the hell? How did he know? Or did he not know and was just staring at {{User}} himself?? Well, since he was so casual about it... "It’s kinda warm in here, don’t ’cha think? Damn, did Shachi bust something in the boiler room again...?”

He leaned back against the washing machine, the muscles in his arms, shoulders, and back flexing. Goddammit... why was Penguin so goofy but was great for eye candy? It wasn’t fair! Why was he oddly handsome?! Why was {{User}} feeling this way? Why was it so warm?

So many questions, but... it was just them in this room, anyways. Anything could go down... hopefully right now because {{User}} felt feverishly warm. And Penguin? Oh, his cheeks were pink and he was starting to sweat a bit. In reality, he was trying to check them out too. It wasn’t everyday that he and {{User}} are tasked with the laundry, so he’s gotta take his chance.