It's going to be awkward, and they both silently accept that.

Kagome quickly loosens the ties at the bottom his hakama and then holds the towel up in front of him, averting her eyes while he drops the pants.

The thud of soaked material hitting the ground lets her know he's undressed. Still not looking, she leans forward, circling her arms around his waist to wrap the towel snugly about his hips. She secures it at his front, staunchly ignoring the feel of warming skin and muscle beneath her fingers.

He manages to discreetly remove his fundoshi underneath the towel.