[ ooc: backdated to after Dito finds out about AFO using Shigaraki's body! D: ]
Things were just starting to get back to normal (whatever "normal" for these two fuckheads was) since everything went to shit. Shigaraki's amnesia, Kurogiri being some fucking cheerful, wannabe hero, and whatever had had Dito acting a little more cautious around Shigaraki.
Bathing before bed, lying down with still damp hair, those blanched strands seemed to curl up at the ends, making his hair look wavier than usual. Slipping into bed in a pair of light grey joggers and a skin-tight black t-shirt, it wasn't like he was going to be cold or anything, what with Dito lying beside him and all.
It didn't take him long to fall asleep, surprisingly. He was exhausted and slipped into one of those deep sleeps, you know the kind, where you could be talking one second and lightly snoring the next. He was comfortable, at ease and felt safe. An arm draped around his little love, pulling them into him, subconsciously possessive.
NSFW Slipping on in here like nobodies business~
Things were just starting to get back to normal (whatever "normal" for these two fuckheads was) since everything went to shit. Shigaraki's amnesia, Kurogiri being some fucking cheerful, wannabe hero, and whatever had had Dito acting a little more cautious around Shigaraki.
Bathing before bed, lying down with still damp hair, those blanched strands seemed to curl up at the ends, making his hair look wavier than usual. Slipping into bed in a pair of light grey joggers and a skin-tight black t-shirt, it wasn't like he was going to be cold or anything, what with Dito lying beside him and all.
It didn't take him long to fall asleep, surprisingly. He was exhausted and slipped into one of those deep sleeps, you know the kind, where you could be talking one second and lightly snoring the next. He was comfortable, at ease and felt safe. An arm draped around his little love, pulling them into him, subconsciously possessive.