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Thank god that’s over Izuku thought to himself as he slumped against the door, kicking his shoes off and sliding to the floor. Moving was tough, but moving alone sucked extra dick. Granted, it could be worse, Izuku is jacked so taking a mattress upstairs by himself was hard, but not impossible.
The next few days, Izuku spends 90% of his waking hours unpacking, 5% working out, and 5% eating exclusively cup of noodles. He was so sick of eating salty, soggy, scalding noodles, so he decided to try and cook. He bought all the ingredients for a simple chicken stir fry. He got home, double checked everything, and realized he literally doesn’t have soy sauce, or salt which are basically the only things flavoring his food. Izuku groaned to himself, really not wanting to the store again.
He hasn’t introduced himself to his neighbors yet, but he figures maybe he can ask to borrow some salt and soy sauce in exchange for giving them some of the stir fry. Yeah that sounds reasonable, I hope it actually turns out good Izuku thinks to himself. In the past, his cooking has left much to desire. A little apprehensive but mostly determined, he leaves his apartment and walks the very short distance to knock on his neighbor’s door.
Taking a deep breath Izuku knocks a scarred fist against the solid wooden door in front of him. Oh god what if the stir fry turns out really bad I used to burn pasta-did I button my pants-what if I left the oven on-wait I didn’t use the oven and I’m wearing sweats-what if my dick is out- what if my hands smell weird and they ask to shake my hand-oh god did I put on deodorant today-fuck what if I smell awful and they never want to speak to me again-what if-
After what feels like an eternity, Izuku’s internal rambling was thankfully cut off by the most gorgeous man he has ever laid his unworthy eyes on. Holy shit he’s got this super cool split hair, half silver and half red that’s so amazing. He has this beautiful heterochromatic eyes, one brown and one blue. Izuku feels like he could stay lost in those eyes. His face is angular, with a sharp jaw and high cheekbones, but with soft curves on his lips and nose. Fuck those lips all plush and pink Izuku wants to kiss them all day. His face alone is stunning, but then add his slender, tall, athletic build, it’s all over for poor Izuku. He’s wearing a gray turtle neck that accentuates the lean muscle in his chest and stomach, along with a pair of black skinny jeans that show off his slim hips and long legs.
Izuku knows he’s staring with his jaw wide open, but he can’t help it. The man at the door raises his brows at Izuku, with one hand holding the door open.
“Can I help you?” he asked with a soft lilt to his voice. Holy fuck even his voice is hot, how is Izuku going to survive.
Izuku’s eyes widen and he stammers out “oh sorry! Um I’m Izuku Midoriya your new neighbor-” His rambling is cut off by the sound of a door shutting and a gruff voice.
“I swear to fucking god if that’s shitty hair again I’m going to punch his stupid fucking-” the voice stops, and another person appears by the door. “Who’s the nerd,” the new man says, looking Izuku up and down with a small smirk.
Izuku meanwhile is having a full mental break-down, because oh my god there’s two of them. There’s two unbelievably hot men as his neighbors. The new man has messy spiky golden blonde hair that is sticking out in every direction imaginable. Immediately Izuku is drawn in by stunning bright red eyes, he’s never seen eyes that color before. He has a jaw line that could cut glass, complimented by an adorable button nose. Izuku’s eyes practically pop out of his head when he sees the man’s body. He’s clearly ripped with massive biceps, and a toned set of abs Izuku can see through the tight black low-cut tank-top he’s wearing. His pecs are huge, and practically falling out of his shirt. As Izuku’s eyes hungrily roam his body, the man leans against the door frame, raising one arm above his head, resting his weight on it, accentuating his bicep and pec in a delicious way. His waist is tiny and turns into slender hips and strong legs. He’s about as tall as the first man, maybe an inch shorter. They both are definitely over six feet.
Izuku is practically drooling as he ogles the second man, imagining how those fat pecs would feel in hands, rubbing his dic-
“Oi the fuck are you mumbling about it’s fucking annoying,” the second man demands, narrowing his eyes and leaning forward slightly.
“Ignore him he’s just grumpy because he didn’t get his 8 hours of beauty sleep last night,” the first man says, rolling his eyes, “it’s nice to meet you Midoriya, I’m Todoroki and this is Bakugou.” He holds out a slender, gentle hand for Izuku. Izuku quickly shakes his hand, eyes still wide as he flicks his gaze back and forth between Todoroki and Bakugou.
Bakugou moves his arm off the wall as he turns his body towards Todoroki and sticks his finger in his face and says “Hey asshole 8 hours is what you’re supposed to get, and I’m not fucking grumpy you half-and-half bastard.”
Izuku, still having and internal melt-down over his two (two!) hot neighbors, manages to stammer “u-um hi! It’s nice to meet both of you, like I just said I just moved in next door, I was wondering if you perhaps had soy sauce and salt I could borrow? I wanted to make a chicken stir fry but I totally forgot spices and stuff, you both are free to have some-“
“You don’t even having fucking salt, you really are a Deku,” Bakugou said with a smirk, leaning his body against the door frame again, this time with his arms crossed pushing his pecs together.
“Excuse me?” Izuku said, eyes drawn to the cleavage on Bakugou’s chest, barely listening to anything right now.
“I said you’re a fucking Deku, completely useless and my eyes are up here nerd,” Izuku’s gaze snapped up to meet Bakugou’s red eyes, with that stupid smirk on his face.
Izuku’s eyes widened impossibly further “Sorry! Um I get distracted easily if you uh don’t want to let me borrow it that’s totally okay! It was nice to me-”
“We didn’t say you couldn’t fucking borrow it,” Bakugou said walking back into his apartment, presumably to grab the soy sauce and salt.
“As much as I want to tell you that he’s having an off-day, I must tell you Bakugou is always like this. A temperamental angry Pomeranian.” Todoroki said in a loud whisper with a devious smirk on his face, leaning a bit towards Izuku.
“I fucking heard that bitch,”
“Oh no how could I have been so foolish.”
“Shut the fuck up! Here’s your shit nerd,” Bakugou said, stomping over and thrusting the ingredients into Izuku’s chest.
“Oh thank you! I’m sorry for imposing! I’ll return them as soon as I’m done, if you like I can also bring you both servings as a thank you?” Izuku said, with his head cocked to the side.
“Who the fuck would want a shitty stir fry with only salt and soy sauce like-”
"We would love some, that is very kind of you Midoriya,” Todoroki interrupted Bakugou by shoving his hand in face, forcing Bakugou's head back and effectively cutting off more insults.
“Oh great! I’ll um go cook that now it was good to meet you both, I’ll be back soon!” Izuku said as he scurried back to his apartment.
Izuku couldn’t believe his luck. Of course he moved next to the two hottest men in the world, and of course he had to be sweaty and gross, wearing sweats and one of Ochako’s stupid crop tops what is wrong with him!
As Izuku hurried away, he swore he heard two voices simultaneously yell, “dibs!”