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Izuku sweated nervously as he looked around the corner in the hallway. He snuck cautiously up to the dorm door. Why was he doing this again? Oh yeah, he really wanted one of his boyfriend's hoodies.
~Flash Back~
Izuku was watching Denki show off his shirt to Kirishima and Todoroki. He had gotten it (stolen it) from his boyfriend Shinso. "It fits perfectly doesn't it?" The blonde gushed and hugged himself.
"That's so manly bro! That you can share clothes." Kirishima complemented. "Mina would be pissed if I wore something of hers and stretched it out." He laughed.
"I wonder if Inasa would want something of mine?" Shouto thought, thinking about the tall student from Shiketsu. They weren't exactly dating but they were talking a lot.
Izuku sighed looking away from the three. He pouted a little too himself wishing he could have that one black hoodie from Kacchan.
"Hey Midoriya, you okay?" Denki asked as he noticed the greenette looking sad.
Izuku shook his head and looked over smiling. "I'm alright." He said getting 'the look' from Shouto.
"I bet there's something of Bakugou's you want." Kirishima suggested.
Deku blushed and nodded.
"Why don't you just go in and get it?" Denki said nonchalantly.
Izuku's eyes went wide. "I can't do that!"
"Why not? You're practically married." Denki shrugged before smirking. "I bet you're too chicken. You're afraid of what Bakugou would do."
"I am NOT afraid of Kacchan! It's just…" Izuku protested before he was cut off.
"Bet!"
"Is this a challenge?" Izuku stood up, brows furrowed.
"Yup. I bet you can't sneak into his room and get his favorite hoodie."
"I'll do it!" Izuku agreed instantly.
"And if you lose you have to drink a whole bottle of hot sauce." Denki added a repercussion.
"I won't lose!" He said determined.
~~~
So here Izuku was, in front of Katsuki's dorm room. He knew he wouldn't be inside, Kacchan was taking his 'before dinner shower'. He also knew the door would be open for him, his boyfriend leaving it unlocked lately so Izuku had access.
Izuku took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. A rush of Katsuki's scent filled Izuku's nostrils. He always smelled so/good/ to the greenette and it helped calm him down. He walked around quietly, looking for that black hoodie. The place was familiar, he'd been in it several times. It just seemed… odd without Katsuki there.
After rummaging around for a few minutes he finally found what he was after in the laundry. The coveted black hoodie. Izuku grabbed it and buried his face in the cloth.
"What the fuck are you doing, Nerd?" Katsuki asked, turning on the lights in his room and walking up behind Izuku. He wasn't particularly mad, just weirded out a little.
"Wa-acchan?!" Izuku whipped around hiding the hoodie behind his back. "I… um…" He couldn't find the words to explain himself.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. "Spit it out already." He said putting his hands on his hips. He had a towel around his neck, a black tank top, and basketball shorts.
Izuku continued to sputter and mutter.
"Is that my hoodie?" Katsuki glared a little.
"I… yes." Izuku said defeated. He then held it out to its real owner. "I just…wanted a 'boyfriend hoodie'. I really like it and it smells like you…"
"If you wanted it why didn't you just fucking ask?" Katsuki cut him off, exasperated.
Izuku made eye contact with the blonde and blushed before asking. "My I… borrow your hoodie Kacchan?" He asked hopeful.
"Tch, fine!" Katsuki huffed, letting his boyfriend keep the black hoodie. "Why didn't you just fucking ask in the first place?" He asked again.
"Kaminari bet me-"
Katsuki rolled his eyes. "Yeah okay, what's the dumbass punishment?" He asked, deducing what the bet was. "Is it fucking stupid like like hot sauce or some shit?"
Izuku nodded, starting to cry. Katsuki just smirked at him.
~~~
"You better not get fucking hot sauce on my hoodie damn Nerd." Katsuki warned, amusement in his voice.
Denki couldn't help but snicker.
"Yes Kacchan." Izuku cried as he took another swig of Katsuki's favorite hot sauce. His mouth was on fire but he had on his boyfriend's hoodie and that made him happy.
Moral of the story: Don't make bets with Denki.