[Guzma's hoodie is ripped off, flung just short of the edge of the sea of bubbling goo, and he removes his sunglasses and sets them in his back pocket for safekeeping. He hates himself more and more with every passing second this goes on, but he can't stop it, can't stop moving as he lunges forward and grabs the smaller man by the curve of his back, free hand raised up. One leg is bent slightly while the other is stiff as a board, while his torso leans in over his new dance partner.
Honestly, their difference in height and build makes this a rather fitting number and Guzma hates it. He looks like he's about to chew Ichimatsu's face off (considering their faces are dangerously close, fucking END HIM) as they remain in their pose for a few seconds - letting the intensity of their moment linger - before the larger of the two slides them upright when the music flares to life once more.]
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Honestly, their difference in height and build makes this a rather fitting number and Guzma hates it. He looks like he's about to chew Ichimatsu's face off (considering their faces are dangerously close, fucking END HIM) as they remain in their pose for a few seconds - letting the intensity of their moment linger - before the larger of the two slides them upright when the music flares to life once more.]
Y'all getting a little too comfortable, bro...