Zion stepped out of the bathroom without the slightest care for modesty, completely bare save for a small towel draped over his head. Suga, already used to this kind of recklessness, didn't react much— though one thing did get on his nerves, the way Zion carelessly tossed the towel from his head onto the bed, leaving a wet patch on the mattress.
With a sigh, Suga pointed toward the folded clothes nearby. Zion noticed and moved to grab them, slipping on the shirt without much thought. It fit, a bit snug around the chest. Suga's eyes caught on that for a second too long, and the realization made him look away fast, silently cursing his own wandering gaze.
