Midorima makes quick work of the hair care. It's the same brand that he buys, so there really wasn't much point in getting it besides stocking up for when they inevitably run out. The brush is a different colored handle, however, and he grabs a bar of soap from a display case on the way up to the front that's different from his own at home as well. The last thing he needs to think about is Takao washing his ass with his bar. It's an unscented, white bar with moisturizing beads in it. (Midorima's is, of course, green.) Anything more advanced than this and Takao can save up for it or share something Midorima already has, but this should cover the basics until he's on his feet.

"Anything else?"

He's not arguing with Takao about the brands. These ones he knows to be safe.