“Uh… I’m not peachy. But your peachy is showing.” Minoru blinked, staring down at the previously skin-tight silk costume that was once covering Joe’s ass.

Unbeknownst to him, clearly, a seam had split, likely from how much he was running around.

(Minoru could empathize. It was why he never really wore nice things. At least, until Ziggy made him that suit. Which he somehow hadn’t accidentally ripped or destroyed yet.)