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Living together is supposed to be fun. Domestic. Homey.
Living with your arch-enemy and the opposite of quirk powers and, you know, a fucking villain isn’t as domestic as Izuku thought. Creating a chores list was nearly impossible, getting their alarms scheduled to not wake the other—turns out Shigaraki is not a morning person— and among other smaller details that the younger never thought would be any more difficult than the time he bunked at Kacchan’s after graduating at UA for some time.
Izuku tries to ignore the cold shudder flying down from the horrible mornings he suffered through those few years. He guesses he’s only able to attract night owls like a strong gravitational pull, much to his annoyance.
There are other bigger “issues” Izuku has with Shigaraki. He cooks. But doesn’t clean properly. He cleans his spot on their small foldable table, but will leave his cup out and stack them the next meal he has. If Izuku tries to move the cups or go back to load the dishwasher in a more proper way and less in the piling of glass towers the other does, the villain loses it.
“If it weren’t for the laws of this land,” Shigaraki always started, “I would have decayed you to ashes.”
Every time the argument started, Izuku found it extremely difficult to not burst out laughing at the hypocrisy between hero and villain. “I thought you didn’t care about laws. You’re a fucking villain, Tomura-kun.”
This time, however, was a bit different.
Izuku had a friend over. Just one.
Todoroki-kun to be exact.
The dual-quirks fascinated Shigaraki more so now than when the heroes were still at UA because Shigaraki now had All for One.
“I just need to take them. For, uh… Science,” was Shigaraki’s excuse before Izuku forced him out of their apartment.
“I swear to All Might’s, whatever, I don’t know, do not steal any of my friends’ quirks.” His voice was stern and left the other no room to butt in. “Go out, steal something, just don’t be back anytime soon. If Shouto finds out about this,” for emphasis, Izuku pointed between the both of them, “I’m fucked.”
Shigaraki let out a bold laugh. “Deku wants me to steal to stall with his perfect little boy toy? Damn, who corrupted you, you sweet angel?”
The odd bright electricity static around Izuku was enough to send Shigaraki out the door with an extra skip in his step and off-tuned whistling.
Your Ass is Grass: he’s gone
Your Ass is Grass: come back home. Its ur turn for dishes 2nite
Shigaraki quickly uses a teleportation quirk to portal himself into their shared living room.
“Didn’t you learn how to knock?”
“I don’t follow the rules. I’m a fucking villain, remember?”