I don’t draw them a lot but I love these two, they’re some of my favourite underrated mha characters. I wasn’t too sure what to draw for Centipeders birthday so did something soft and cuddly with him and Bubblegirl

Feel like I’ve improoved a lot with drawing them compared to when the first time I drew them

Bubble Girl Valentine 2022

GRUNKLE NIGHTEYE. THEY CALL HIM THAT CUZ HE ALWAYS LOOKS GRUMPY XD (fun fact: I actgually planned for Hatsume's kid to call Higari Grunkle)

Like, imagine if you will: Nighteye is retired to office work, having lost an arm and half of his stomach from that rock shard stabbing through him. He's at home, finishing up some paperwork when Bubblegirl and Centipeder show up for dinner - it's just a casual get together to talk and such (aka Nighteye misses being in the field and wants to make sure his two sidekicks are okay but shh don't tell them that-)

They bring Ryunosuke along, he's itty bitty, lets say four going on five - it's the first propper time they meet as Bubblegirl and Centipeder have always been too busy with work and his care to make time to visit Nighteye. Nighteye leans down to eye level, Ryunosuke hardly flinches...then he just blurts out "Grumpy"

Have this doodle of Ryunosuke I did ages ago and liked enough to colour in, played around with his hair a bit, made it more fluffy and disheveled looking 

I haven’t shown this dude off a lot so to anyone new he’s a Centipeder x Bubblegirl NG

Did this story ages ago and decided to finish it since I’m in a Bubblegirl x Centipeder mood, hopefully more stories will come soon!

Pic above is them at the end of the story

SPOILERS TO SEASON 4 ABOUT NIGHTEYE!!

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The passing of his former boss, Sir Nighteye, had happened just about a year ago. At that point, work within the agency had returned to a somewhat norm, the topic of his boss was a sensitive subject at that time, as it was reaching the one year since his passing in just a few days. All of his belongings had been moved into storage within the agency, which would then later be returned to any family relatives he had - the only things that remained off him where any photos from the agency hanging on the walls, and his collectible All Might posters. When Moashi took over the agency, he couldn’t find it in himself to take them down, it felt like a betrayal, and the walls just felt so bare and empty without them.

Moashi had his time to grieve and morn the loss, despite how hard it was for others to perceive emotions on his face (due to his quirk), the loss had hit hard. Everyone needed their time to process the events that had gone down during the Hassakai base raid, no less then ten minutes later after he had regrouped with the rest of the heroes on the surface did he receive the dreaded news from Bubble girl - with her mask removed and tears pouring down her cheeks

It was the first time he’d ever seen her cry, the second was at his funeral.

Moashi had his time to be sad, he’d let the fact that he would never see his boss again settle. It was a hard truth to swallow, but it was something he knew he would have to come to terms with. For others however, this wouldn’t be so easy: one in particular was not keeping that fact well hidden.

“Fatgum and a few other heroes are meeting at a bar for a get together this evening”

The words left his mouth without him really realising after he had observed Bubblegirl’s tired form enter the office, she was standing to the side of the room rummaging through an old box of folders before she peered up to him with a hum “Oh, that’s nice” she commented, her attention already turned back to the box. Moashi paused, hand returning the report he was looking over to the desk as he sat up in his chair - formally Nighteyes chair

Bubblegirl had joined the agency four years after himself, after their former boss had parted ways with All Might. Moashi liked to think of the two as close friends outside of work, he also liked to think he was particularly good with reading her body language at this point. Though she looked exactly the same as she had the day before, there was something just slightly off in her behaviour that lingered in the back of his mind.

He supposed a regular person would have just asked if she was okay, which he had, but she had brushed him off with a wave off her hand. Her answer hadn’t settled any of his concerns

“Mirio told me he would be going, he asked if either of us would like to attend” another hum from the blue female across the room, yet she didn’t draw her gaze from the papers in the box “I think I’ll pass..” she practically mumbled under her breath, seeming more interested in reading whatever was on the paper she was holding.

“Hm, that’s a shame, I was hoping I could go with someone” the corners of her mouth twitched up into a bashful smile as she offered Moashi a quick glance.

Silence..

“...I think you should go” he said, still looking over at her. It was obvious in the way her eyes blinked at him that she was surprised. “Pfft-“ she let out a small chuckle, cocking her head to one side “Jeez, you’re persistent today! I thought you weren’t a big fan of parties”

Truthfully, he wasn’t “That’s true” he admitted “..But I still think you should go”

“Why’s that?”

Moashi peered off to the side at nothing to collect his thoughts, fingers intertwining as he rested his elbows on the desk. “You seem..sad” he glanced back over to Bubblgirl, stating his answer as simply as he could which would leave no room for confusion. Bubblegirl tensed, smile straining a little, Moashi’s eyes narrowed a as if he was trying to read her mind. Bubblegirl tried to crack a chuckle, but it came out more nervous sounding then she had wanted it to “Haha, wheres this coming from all of a sudden?”

“Awata” Moashi had only ever referred to Bubblegirl by her name in emotional or trying times, such as when the two where back in the hospital the night of Nighteyes passing. Bubblegirl looked like a cornered child facing a parent when Moashi addressed her by name “I think going to this party would be good for you. Forgive my bluntness, but these few months you’ve seemed..troubled by something, like something is on your mind.” He knew what was wrong, he knew Bubblegirl hadn’t taken Nighteye’s death well, but he didn’t want to call her out on it in a way she may take as hurtful, nor did he want to make her feel guilty for grieving.

“It’s not really my place to say, but I think perhaps a night out may do you some good”

Bubblegirl appeared apprehensive, shuffling on her feet slightly, eyes casted down to the floor. Moashi watched her for a few more minutes, and when he got no reply he spoke up again, voice slightly softer “If it helps, I’ll accompany you” he gathered all the papers together on his desk “I may not be a huge drinker, but I shall go if it makes you feel any better”

If Moashi hadn’t been paying extra close attention he would have missed entirely the quite ‘okay’ from under her breath. He left the conversation at that, deciding it would be best not to push things further. When he had arrived at the bar after he had finished up his work at the agency and had gone home to change he recognised a few familiar faces. Fatgum and his intern Amajiki, along with Mirio, where sitting on one of the tables by the bar, Rocklock and a lady he didn’t recognised (though by the ring on her finger he presumed his wife) where sitting opposite them. On a different table sat Aizawa, Hizashi, Nemuri - who already looking a little red faced and tipsy - and Snipe. On the last table sat Ryukyu and her prodigy Nejire, and Bubblegirl

“Oh, hello Moashi!” Ryukyu greeted, Moashi already presumed she also must have been a little drunk due to the slight redness in her cheeks, never the less he gave a small bow in greeting and lifted a hand “Good evening Ryukyu” he took his seat on the table next to Bubblegirl, Ryukyu laughing at something Nejire had said, while Bubble girl slowly swirled the half empty cup of beer in her hands. “Good evening Awata” He greeted

“Hey” she greeted, smiling up at him. Moashi could still sense heavy sadness around her, and so he was prompted to ask: “Are you enjoying yourself?”

His reply was what he expected: Bubblegirl waved her hand at him dismissively, turning her head off to the side and giving a closed eye smile “Couldn’t be better!” She chirped, before flashing Moashi another grin. A grin that looked a little too wide, a little too forced. Before he could continue, Bubblegirl had already intervened and ordered another round of drinks for them all, which was then folded by Nemuri ordering a round of shots for them. One hour later and Mic was practically passed out on the table and Aizawa not far behind, Rocklock and his wife where drunkly giggling at Nemuri who was talking to Snipe, the details of said talk where making the cowboy hero sound very flustered and Fatgum and Mirio where trying to encourage the shy Amajiki to have a drink with them

On the whole Moashi was probably the only one not drunk - on any other occasion Bubblegirl would have at least been sober, but not this time...

Bubble girl had the side of her head resting on the bar table, drooling out the side of her mouth with her face flushed red, groaning away at seemingly nothing with a cup full of god only knows what half drunk in her hand. He turned in his chair to gently nudge her “Awata, are you alright?” She gave an unintelligible mumble back, he couldn’t make it all out but it was mostly nonsense that didn’t make sense or relate to the situation. “Mmmnn..” her palm smacked against her forehead as she sat up, dryly gagging, and then chugging down the remains of her cup before slamming the empty glass back down on the table with a sniffle

“Perhaps you shouldn’t have any more to drink..” Moashi said, he didn’t mean to be nit picky, but he still found himself lightly reaching over to pull the glass away from her. Bubblegirl pitifully reached for it “Noooooo Mooaashiiii...don’t be a spoilt sport!” Her voice was slurred, and Moashi easily lifted his own glass out of reach when she tried to grab at it. “You’re drunk enough Awata” he said.

Awata gave him something suspiciously close to a pout, and yet he kept a straight face. When Awata got up from her chair with a stumble in her step he sighed and stood to follow after her, he didn’t want to loose sight of her in the crowded bar or to have someone take advantage of her in her drunken state. Bubblegirl had not wondered far, he had found her leaning on the wall in the hallway of the bar toilets  breathing deeply with her eyes shut, an arm on the wall and the other on her stomach.

“Perhaps I should take you home..” of course he was going to take her home, he’d hoped this small party would lighten her mood but it was turning out horribly wrong on her end. Awata didn’t seem to have noticed he was standing there, nor did she notice him approach, and more so, she didn’t see the giant flinch of surprise from him when she all of a sudden threw up onto the floor. In a matter of minutes Moashi had asked for a bucket from the bartender and had Awata sitting on the floor with the said bucket hugged tightly to her chest. Moashi had disappeared into the men’s toilets but Awata was too far drunk to really have noticed

“Hold still” he said gently, announcing his return into the hallway as he lifted Bubblegirls face with one hand, while the other wiped some tissue at her mouth to clean her up. “Mmmngh...” Awata whined at him but Moashi wasn’t deterred, he’d be caught dead before he left a close friend in such a state. Especially when he felt as though he was partially to blame. “I’m sorry about all this..” he finally said, not seeming able to look at her “Perhaps it would have been best if you stayed at home, you wouldn’t be sick right now if had”

Awata giggled, which half turned into a hiccup at the end “Oh Moashi..” she sniffled, giving him a weak smile “You’re always..really nice to me..” she giggled off at nothing, head rolling on her shoulders and Moashi quickly put his hands out to steady her “You’re..” she looked as though she’d forgotten what she was going to say, before she spoke again “Y-You’re really nice to me..”

“You already said that” he corrected, but there was no malice in his voice. This was the drunk talk coming he thought, and he was prepared for whatever kind of random fact or comment she would blurt out

“I’m serious” she said, somewhat steadily, smile still present. Moashi’s gaze temporarily flicked up to meet hers, he couldn’t help but think her eyes looked oddly shiny. Awata giggled, but it was like a broken giggle, sad sounding. “Y-You’ve..you’ve always been that way. You’re so nice, and..and c-caring..Even when I didn’t ask for you to be! You would always be asking me if I was alright..” she gave a gross sniffle, smile wavering as she looked skyward, one hand gripping at her frazzled blue locks “Y-You..You’re a really good guy Moashi..You even came with me to this bar party just so I’d have company!..Y-You-..You could be out there having fun, o-or at home watching tv, or reading - but you’re t-t..taking care of me..” fat tears began to pour down her cheeks, sobs that she tried to hold back breaking through the weakened barriers for Moashi to see.

Even though it was the third time he’d seen her cry, he was more shocked then the first time. He shook his head, pushing aside his surprise, moving instead to pick a handkerchief from his pocket “Here” he said, handing her the hanky. Awata sniffled, wiping it on the back of her hand before accepting the offered hanky: it was the dark blue one he owned, she had learnt Moashi often carried around handkerchiefs, this one had a little leaf pattern in the corners made in blue thread, and it smelt fresh and clean, clearly washed recently

...She sniffled, more tears falling from her face as she gripped the silky material with both hands “T-This..” she tried to smile “This is the one you gave me when..w-when..”

She buried her face into the handkerchief, loud broken sobs falling from her mouth as tears cascaded down her face in rivers, body trembling in violent waves from her sobs. If it wasn’t for the rowdy gossip within the main bar her sobs would be loud enough for all the hear: and yet she didn’t seem to care. Moashi’s hand rested on her shoulder, his thumb moving back and fourth in a soothing manner

“Awata, what do-“

“T-This is-..T-This is the one you, t-that you gave me when..” she curled in more on herself, wanting to disappear into the floor and out of his sight, a part of her mortified with embarrassment at him seeing her in such a vulnerable state “A-At..w-when sir-..N-Nighteye he, y-you gave me this when- w-when he..” She was unable to form a whole sentence, let alone a few words, but thankfully she didn’t have too. He hadn’t even noticed he’d given her the same handkerchief, and another blow of guilt to his gut hit him like a train.

“Ah-“ his hands lifted awkwardly, unsure how to approach the situation “Awata-“

“H-Hah..hah..P-Pathetic, right?” She interrupted him, eyes still glued to the handkerchief, fingers gently brushing over the soft fabric as tears created small damp drop patches across its surface “D-Don’t you remember what he said?” She sniffled, laughing weakly - she could recall his words as if it had happened only yesterday “Without joy and laughter to balance the sorrow..t-this world cannot hope to have..a..” her voice trembled “B-Bright future..” she hurriedly rushed her face back inside the hanky, feeling another wave of sadness hit her as memories came flooding back all too quickly “E-Everyone seems to have moved on so easily, e-everyone’s laughing and smiling as though it didn’t happen..t-they’re all still smiling, j-just liked he asked..A-And yet..”

Awata’s face emerged back out from the handkerchief, the most broken, saddest look on her face. Tears falling freely down her face as her smile all but trembled as the last threads of her will power began to crumble “H-Here am I..snotting and crying, heh..P-Pretty pathetic? Right?..”

In that moment the last strings of strength tying her facade together snapped, the damns broke, tears pouring from her eyes with the release of the pent up sadness she had been forcing down. Her body wracked with sobs, trembling pathetically, body curled in on herself as she wished she could disappear. Moashi drew his hand back, caught completely off guard, but he soon knew what to do.

His arms gently came to pull her to him in a light embrace, cradling her in such a way that Awata felt chocked up on another rising sob. Her hands gripped at his shirt, bawling out loud broken sobs, all the while he sat there and held her, allowing her silence to cry while his hand soothingly rubbed circles into her back. Moashi was no gold star expert with comfort, but he was a gentlemen at heart and knew this was the best thing he could think to do for her. When Awata fell quite, Moashi peered down to her, with her sobs all spent she was left looking tired and beat, Moashi’s mind was still made up

“Come on, I’ll take you home. On your feet” he began to stand, careful to support Awata from under her arms to support her unsteady form. Awata murmured something as he pulled the two to their feet “Mmmnngg..” Awata leaned against him, head hanging with her hair frazzled. “Careful” Moashi said, moving his arm to better support her against him-

With a nauseating sound, followed by wet splatting noises Moashi froze, and when the stench hit him..

“I’m sorry Moashi..” Bubblegirl slurred, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand “I couldn’t help it..” she guilty looked to the mess she had left on his clean shirt, and Moashi resisted the urge to look down himself, not wanting to see the damage. With an inhale he sighed deeply, before guiding Bubblegirl towards the exit - the party was officially over for them.

After telling Mirio that he would be taking Bubblegirl home and explaining why it was he currently had puke covering the lower half of his shirt, he took Awata out the door (not before receiving a saucy comment from Midnight) and towards his car, it took some time to do Awata’s seatbelt, and even more time to decipher her directions to her house. On the third attempt he managed to find it and quickly escorted her towards the door. Opening the door with the key from her bag the first thing he did was take her to the nearest bathroom and get her to stay by the toilet incase she felt nauseous again, and then went about the home to find her bedroom. After finding said room and also finding a clean pair of clothes she could change into to sleep in he went back downstairs to the bathroom where he had left her

“Just a few more steps..” he commented to his drunk coworker, who groaned when she at last managed to climb the last two steps with his assistance. “Uuuu..I feel horrible!” She whined. Moashi sat her down on her bed and handed her the fresh pair of clothes to change into, since her current clothing smelt too much of alcohol and cigarette smoke from the bar. “Get changed into these, I’ll be back in a moment” After making sure she would be okay he quietly left the room (leaving the door open a little so that he could hear her if she called for him) and went back downstairs to fetch a glass of water and other things she may need.

Going back upstairs with a glass of water and hot water bottle Moashi knocked on the door before entering himself. At seeing the sight on the bed, Moashi’s eyes widened, whole body stiffening in the doorway as he promptly averted his gaze “A-Awata...why haven’t you changed?”

Awata was currently laying on her bed with her back towards him, wearing only her undergarments and a white vest - which was currently riding up her back, leaving much skin exposed. For the first time that night he was happy she was drunk as she would forget all of this in the morning “I just wanna sleep..” she grumbled into her pillow, hugging it to her chest and throwing her leg over one end of it.

This was like taking care of a child

He sighed again, doing his best to keep a straight head - she was drunk, of course things wouldn’t be easy. “You should change, you’ll be far more comfortable, and it’ll help you sleep better to not smell of beer” he said while picking up the clothes she’d left on the floor, she huffed into her pillow. “Make me..” she slurred, peering at him with one yellow eye. Moashi jumped “I-Wha-“...he inhaled “F-Fine. Fine. Don’t change” he dropped all attempts he had at her blunt proposal, he knew she was just being difficult but even so, it still caught him by surprise. This entire scenario was surprising! She was a co worker, was it really fair for him to see her in this state, even if she was drunk and even IF he was taking care of her?

“Here, drink” he handed her the glass of water, but in the end he half held the glass for her so as she wouldn’t drop it. After she had finished the drink he lightly pulled the pillow away from her and replaced it with the hot water bottle “Lay down and try to rest” he said, gently nudging her shoulder to encourage her to sleep, that part thankfully didn’t need much persuasion as she flopped down onto the pillows, and then groaned when her head throbbed from the motion.

“M-...Moashi-“ Her hand reached out from under her blankets to grip at his wrist in a weak hold as he went to stand. Pulling his hand away from her would have been easy, but despite his own tiredness he looked down to her with a hum “Yes?” He asked

“..Pl..P-Please don’t go..” her grip tightened “I...I don’t wanna be alone right now....”

“.....” stretching his arm, he pulled closer the small wooden chair from her dresser towards the side of the bed “Very well” he said, seating himself down, her hand still holding his in a loose hold. “I’ll stay until you fall asleep..”

Which didn’t take long at all.

Less then an hour later and Awata was asleep like a log. Mouth half open, snoring away with drool spilling from one corner of her mouth. Moashi stood from the chair, carefully placing it back into the corner where it belonged and pulling the covers gently back over her. He let out a quite sigh as he left the room, and then checked the time - just gone one in the morning.

Cleaning up any mess he or Awata had made since returning then wrote a brief letter telling Awata to take the day off tomorrow and then made his way home. While he awoke only a few hours later perfectly fine (tiredness aside) everyone else was likely laying in bed with a splitting headache. Though this paperwork he was currently doing was working well at making his brain rot. He was so focused on signing that he didn’t hear the approaching footsteps to his office door until it was thrown open.

“Hm?” He jumped a little and peered up to see the visitor, he expected another sidekick or front desk worker..he blinked “Awata?”

Awata panted in the doorway “I-“ she gasped for air, holding her finger up to Moashi as she leaned forward. Moashi rose a brow-

“I AM SO SOORRRY!!” She suddenly yelled, waving her arms around in a panic and looking like she was dying of sheer embarrassment - she must have read the letter he left. “I-I am SO so so sorry Moashi! I-I shouldn’t have had that much to drink!”

Moashi put his pen down “Awata-“

“-Oh god what did I do?! What did I SAY?! I-I mean- Thank you for looking out for me but-“ Her hands grabbed at her hair, red darkening her cheeks “Oh god this is so embarrassing”

Moashi tilted his head, eyes half lidded “Awata-“

“Why did I let myself get like that?! I-I didn’t think! I’m- I-I promise I don’t usually drink that much!” She all of a sudden whirled back to look at him, hands waving around frantically “P-Please- Dont think of me as an irresponsible drinker-“

Moashi’s hands, which he had stretched over to her calmly grabbed her waving hands between his thumb and finger, she blinked “Awata” Moashi drew his hands back towards him and rested them on the desk “It’s alright”

“I-I SWEAR I’m careful when I go out drinking! I rarely get-“ she paused, and blinked “..W-What?”

“I said it’s alright” Moashi repeated, moving his papers aside while Bubblegirl still looked confused “Caring for you isn’t the burden you’re making it out to be” Bubblegirl flustered, looking away shyly as her hands awkwardly tugged and pulled at the strings of her jacket.

“So you got a little drunk” he shrugged “Happens to everyone, if anything I’m glad I could be there to help. I felt better knowing you made it home safely”

Bubblegirl muttered something he didn’t catch, still avoiding his gaze. The memories of what she’d said came back to him, and he suddenly felt sad, thought it wasn’t obvious with how his face was. “...You can talk to me if you need to”

Bubblegirl slowly peered back to him through the corner of her eye, one hand fiddling with some hair she had tugged behind her ear. She wiggled her foot, kicking at nothing while half lidded eyes gazed off at the floor “...I mean it Awata” Centipeder added, his tone noticeably softer then before

“..I’ll..” Awata started, then seemed to loose her cool and turned embarressed again “..I-I’ll keep that in mind..” she muttered, praying her embarrassment wasn’t as painfully obvious as it felt.

Centipeder nodded, and then went to return to his work. “You should head back home” he adviced, wondering if the affects of the alcohol had worn off fully “You don’t want to strain yourself”

“Uh-“ Awata shyly rubbed at her neck “Yeah..”

Centipeder slowly turned back round to her, head titled “But?..”

Awata bit her lip and hesitantly approached the desk “Well..Uhm-“ she pulled at the strings on her hoodie, Centipders calm unreadable face not helping her jitters. “I...was wondering if, maybe after work I could..get you a coffee?” She offered a polite smile “I-It’s the least I can do, to say thanks!”

Centipeder hummed, Awata was certain she was going to die then and there from nerves. “...I’m afraid I planned to stay overtime at work to finish this paperwork” Centipeder finally said while gesturing to said work on his desk “And I’d prefer if you went home and rested until you’re fully better”

“Oh..” Awata said, slightly disheartened-

“But I have some free time tomorrow”

Awata perked up, looking back up the Centipeder who looked to his watch “How about we go during my lunch hour? I should have all this paperwork finished by today, so I’ll have plenty of time then”

Awata uttered an ‘Uh’ under her breath, lost for words. “I-I mean uh-“ she cleared her throat, rocking on her heels as she stood up straight “S-Sure! That works for me!” Her smile became more relaxed, not as forced as before, Centipeder smiled in turn at her own smile. “Well then-“ resuming his work tasks he picked up his pen and turned back round in his chair “I shall see you tomorrow Awata”

“Yeah!” Awata backed up to the door, giggling “S-Sure! And sorry again for-“

she gently bumped into the door, and she froze. Centipeder let out a chuckle “H-Haha! The Uh-“ Awata waved her hand to awkwardly grasp the door handle “D-Door there” she said, other hand patting the wood.

“Yes, there is” Centipeder decided to tease, and Awata’s cheeks brightened. Centipeder let out another chuckle, which he tried to hide by bringing his hand up to his mouth. Awata half scowled at him, before laughing “God I’m a mess..” she said, shaking her head “Well..I’ll see you tomorrow! And..” Awata half stepped out of the office, but turned to offer one last smile to her work partner “Thanks again..for everything”

Anon you have my heart

Anyone asks me to ramble about my ships I’m a happy chappy

-Bubble girl is a bit of an overworker, even after Nighteyes passing she still tries to bring a bit of energy to her work by being happy and having passion in her voice and such, how Nighteye liked it. It’s an old habit she has trouble breaking even though Centipeder runs Nighteye agecny. 

Centipeder is used to finding her collapsed on the sofa when the two return home from work. When this happens he makes her a cup of her preferred beverage and puts on some comdey sitcoms she likes. Centipeder at first wasn’t that big a fan of those types of shows, but he’s become a fan

-Bubblegirl is more likely to get drunk then Centipeder. It’s rare she gets full blown drunk, but she’d for sure had her moments of ungraciously puking into a bush after one too many shots. When she’s drunk Bubblegirl is much more lighthearted and giggly, often saying stuff that she would never normal say casually. Centipeder is always. ALWAYS, thrown off guard at what she babbles about when drunk. Sometimes it could be random phrases or sentences that make no sense whatsoever, horrible jokes, or god forbid flirting.

Centipeder is a gent and would never do anything while she was drunk, but it doesn’t stop him from being horrifically embarrassed. When drunk she calls him things like hunky and handsome, may even say something a little dirty in which Centipeder chokes on air from shock. When Bubblegirl has a hangover the next day she’s always worried about what she did/say while drunk, Centipeder spares her the embarrassment and says she didn’t do/say anything too wild

-Okay so a bit random but they like to take baths together, not even in like a dirty or even romantic way, they just do. With Centipeder having an altered physical appearance and being nearly 7 feet tall they have big bath tub, and sometimes Centipeder struggles to clean all along his back so Bubble girl helps. At first Centipede was a bit hesitant at the idea, but he soon relaxed. Bubble girl go figure will use an immense amount of bubble bath in the tub. She’s throw bubbles in Centipeder’s face and he’ll kinda just sit there, listening to Bubble girl giggle away..before splashing her back.

-Centipeder is 90% of the time the big spoon, but sometimes Awata will be the big spoon, and honestly he kinda likes it. He’ll wake up in the night to see Bubblegirl leaning her head against his shoulder, laying against his back, lightly snoring. He’ll just smile lightly before carefully pulling one of her arms over his shoulder and then falling back to sleep