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“What the hell is figgy pudding?” Denki asked. He was lying on the couch in the common room with his head in his boyfriend’s lap.
“What? Where did you hear that?” Tamaki asked.
“It’s in the song,” said Denki, and began to sing. “We wish you a merry christmas, we wish you a merry christmas...”
Tamaki laughed. “I’ve heard that song a lot, but I don’t remember ‘figgy pudding’ being in there,” he said.
“It is!” Denki insisted. “In the song the carolers are demanding it, and threatening not to leave until they get it. But what the hell is it and why do they want it so badly?”
“Now I wanna know too,” said Tamaki, pulling out his phone and doing a quick internet search. “It says here it's some kind of plum stew or something? That doesn’t sound good at all.” He wrinkled his nose.
“Tch. You extras don’t know anything!” growled Bakugou, happening to overhear their conversation as he walked past.
“Oh, I never knew you were a connoisseur of figgy pudding, Bakugou!” said Denki. “Care to enlighten us?”
“I’ve... never tried it either,” he mumbled. Denki could tell it killed him to admit that.
“Well then how do you know we’re wrong?”
“Because if I tried it I’d be the one making it, and if I make it it’s going to be fucking good!” Bakugou declared.
“Oh really? Care to make a bet?” Denki challenged.
Tamaki hid his face behind his hands, not wanting to get involved.
“If I can make you like figgy pudding, you take over my chores for a week,” Bakugou replied.
“And if I don’t like it?” Denki smirked.
“Then... whatever you want,” said Bakugou. “But I’m not worried about it, because your’re gonna fucking like it! One condition though,” he added. “No pretending you don’t like it just to win the bet. You’d better be fucking honest, Dunce Face.”
“Total honesty, no pretending,” Denki agreed.
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Later on in Denki’s room, Tamaki sat in his lap as they made out lazily.
“Mmm. Do you think we both have to like the figgy pudding for you to win the bet, or just you?” Tamaki asked in between kisses.
“I have no idea,” said Denki, wrapping his arms around Tamaki and pulling him closer. “The more important question is... what the hell is in figgy pudding and what will you be able to manifest after eating it? Maybe something kinky?” Denki looked hopeful.
“What, the tentacles aren’t kinky enough for you?” Tamaki teased. “Sometimes I think you’re insatiable.” He pushed Denki down on the bed, prepared to take things to the next level when they were interrupted by a loud knock on the door.
Bakugou pushed open the door and barged in without waiting for an answer, averting his eyes dramatically when he saw them making out on the bed.
“Gross, you two, get a room!”
“But... we’re in my room,” Denki pointed out as he sat up. He noticed Bakugou was holding two bowls in his hands. “Is that...”
“Yeah, this is figgy pudding,” said Bakugou. “Eat up.”
Denki made a face as he took the bowl. Tamaki looked at his with curiosity as Bakugou waited impatiently.
“Well go on, don’t be shy,”he said, glaring at them. “Took me forever to figure out how to make this because the term is so vague nobody actually seems to know what’s in it. I had to combine a couple of different recipes to get what I wanted and it took all afternoon, so you two had better appreciate it.”
Denki took the first bite and was pleasantly surprised.
“Mmm, it’s sweet!” he observed. Tamaki took a bite and nodded his agreement.
“That would be the candied orange peel,” Bakugou said proudly.
“This is like a dessert!” Denki said delightedly. “The online search made it seem like it was more of a gross looking stew.”
“That’s only because I didn’t make that one,” Bakugou pointed out. “I told you you’d like it.”
Tamaki said nothing, his characteristic shyness having taken back over, but it was evident from the way he finished his bowl that he liked it as well.
“You win,” Denki conceded, handing Bakugou the empty bowls. “That was really damn good.”
“I told you,” said Bakugou as he got up to leave. “Remember, all my chores. The whole damn week. You’d better not forget.”
Denki turned to Tamaki and laughed after Bakugou was gone.
“Well, I don’t think there was anything really kinky in there,” said Tamaki. “Unless you want me to turn into an orange peel.”
“No, I think I’ll pass,” said Denki. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t ravish you...”