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Izuku is nervous as he lets Hanta into his and Katsuki’s shared apartment, this is their little Christmas Eve party for three, and it’s because they’ve been going on dates together for the last two and a half months. Their friends all know that they’re seeing each other, there is a lot of teasing happening in their group chats, but being in their apartments alone, without their friends, has become foreign because of the slow moving that they’ve been doing. Even Katsuki and Izuku have been moving slowly despite being in the same apartment because it took their shared feelings for Hanta to get them to confess to each other.
But– It’s also nerve-wracking because this is the first night that Hanta’s staying over with them, so they can open their presents together in the morning.
“Hey, Izu,” murmurs Hanta after Izuku shuts the door, opening his arms and chuckling when Izuku flies into them. “You still nervous, babydoll?”
“Very nervous, but also excited. I just hope you two like your gifts,” says Izuku softly as he buries his face in Hanta’s chest.
“You know we will, babydoll,” replies Hanta reassuringly as his hands lock against Izuku’s lower back, tilting his head down to brush a kiss to his curls.
“Hey don’t fuckin’ hog his attention, Zu,” calls Katsuki with an annoyed tone that has Izuku and Hanta immediately chuckling. “It’s not like I’m the one doin’ the damn cooking in here! I want hugs too, fuck.”
“Coming, Darling!” calls Hanta while chuckling, not quite able to cut them off yet.
“Stop fuckin’ laughing, Tapeface,” huffs Katsuki as he comes around the corner wielding a wooden spoon in one hand while the other rests on his hip. “I won’t feed you shit if you don’t shut it and give me my damn hug.”
“Hey, wait a second, that’s not my name,” Hanta’s lips twist down into a pout as Izuku pulls away to giggle at them.
“My hug,” says Katsuki as he narrows his eyes at Hanta. “You give me that, I’ll call you what you want to hear.”
“Hmm, no deal. Say my name first, Darling,” Hanta pouts harder, though his lips twitch as though he’s going to break.
“Fuckin’-- I just want a damn hug,” grumbles Katsuki as he throws his hands in the air, looking for all the world like he’s ready to pull his hair out to, but Izuku can see the amusement in those ruby eyes, the twitching of his lips like he wants to laugh or smile at the antics. “Fine, but just so we’re clear, you didn’t call me the right name either. Fuckin’ hug me, Babes.”
“There’s my name, Princess,” says Hanta happily before he takes three large strides to wrap Katsuki into a hug, arms wrapping around his waist as Katsuki swings his arms over his shoulders. “It’s good to see you, and whatever you’re cooking smells delicious.”
“I’m making Oyakodon, and I made wagashi as well. You better fuckin’ love me because the wagashi was a pain in my ass to make,” huffs Katsuki, voice muddled by where his face is buried in Hanta’s neck as he takes his hug.
“You know I love you, Princess, cause I love both of you. But you’d better love me because I brought the brownies and the gift baggies to pick out our treats for tonight!” replies Hanta happily as he brushes a kiss to Katsuki’s hair, and Izuku grins when he’s tugged in so a kiss can be placed against his own curls too. “Let’s get those quirk theory videos up, food on our plates, and trade our gifts! Then we can have some desserts and take a picture for our first official Christmas together as a throuple!”
“Yeah, food should be fuckin’ done.” says Katsuki easily though he eyes the brownie container and baggies that are sitting by the door on the table. “I’ll make the plates, and you two can carry your own out here. Zu already set up the trays so we could curl up on the couch together without a damn mess.”
“Sweet, let’s do this!” exclaims Hanta with a grin as the hugs end.
“You didn’t bring your gifts in, were you gonna grab ‘em in the morning?” asks Katsuki with an arched brow as he notices that the brownies and gift baggies were all that Hanta brought with him.
“Nah, figured I’d grab ‘em before I crashed on the couch later,” replies Hanta with a shrug as he turns to grab what he brought in, moving to set them on the trays, purposefully separating them in the way he believes they’ll prefer when they get a look inside. “So, about that food? I am starving!”
“You’re not sleeping on the couch,” says Izuku with furrowed brows because they’d talked about it in the group chat.
“We’re pulling out the fuckin’ bed on the couch, which is nice as shit, and we’re all sharin’ it. The fuck are you talking about? Do you not want to do that?” asks Katsuki looking annoyed as he stares Hanta down as he turns to look at them.
“Oh, I– I didn’t think you were serious about that. Of course I want that, but we’ve been moving really slow, for our sake. So, I didn’t know you guys really wanted to sleep in the same bed tonight,” says Hanta with a sheepish smile as he crosses his arms over his chest, and Izuku knows it’s because he wants to rub a hand against the back of his neck.
“We said we did, even talked about getting a proper bed in here for us all to share, so you could stay with us more often,” says Izuku softly with a tilt of his head as he looks from Kacchan back to Hanta.
“We fuckin’ want you here with us as often as possible, this was just– this was just to make sure we could be comfortable without the dumbasses around us since that’s how we started this relationship. But we want your ass right here with us,” adds Katsuki seriously as he steps forward, completely ignoring what they were supposed to be doing because Hanta needed to hear this.
“Okay, I hear you, both of you, and I’m all for it, you have to know that,” says Hanta genuinely as he gives a crooked smile. “Thank you for reassuring me, and telling me like it is as usual. Sorry for not bringing it up before we got here.”
“Don’t apologize, just fuckin’ talk to us next time,” huffs Katsuki with a wave of his hand before he turns on his heel and heads to the kitchen. “I’m gonna dish out the food, so come get your fuckin’ plates!”
“We should’ve checked in on how you were feeling about all of it, Hanta, but everything’s okay,” says Izuku reassuringly as he holds out his hand to Hanta, smiling brightly when a warm hand slips into his. “We love you too, ya know?”
“Damn right! Now get your asses in here!” hollers Katsuki from the kitchen, sounding more amused than annoyed.
“We’re coming, Princess,” laughs Hanta with a shake of his head. “Guess we’d better get in there before he blows a gasket, huh, Babydoll?”
“We definitely should, Sweetheart,” murmurs Izuku with a chuckle before leading the way to the kitchen with their intertwined hands between them.
“Bout fuckin’ time,” huffs Katsuki teasingly as he holds out their plates, smirking when Hanta practically moans just from the smell. “You knew it’d be good, but you still look surprised.”
“It smelled amazing in there, but it smells fucking phenomenal right here, Princess,” says Hanta with a swoony tone before he grins. “Let’s dig in!”
So, they do. They head into the living room and settle on the couch after making sure they had everything, including the hot cocoa that Izuku had made, with Hanta being stuck in the middle because Izuku and Katsuki sit together all the time since they live together. It’s when they’re half-way through eating that Hanta almost chokes on his food.
“Shit! I forgot we wanted to get high before we ate,” says Hanta as he drinks a cup of water that Katsuki quickly brings to replace the hot cocoa that Izuku had grabbed after dropping his plate on his tray. “Do we still want to do that?”
“Fuck, right, we did talk about that since we always have the goddamn munchies,” mutters Katsuki as he scrunches his nose up in annoyance.
“We can still do that, I mean, you definitely made enough for three more plates for each of us, Kacchan,” murmurs Izuku thoughtfully as he tilts his head to the side. “Plus, we have the Wagashi and some chips and cookies in there if that’s what we’d prefer when we get hungry again.”
“Okay, then open up your baggies!” says Hanta decisively, grinning as he nods to their bags before grabbing his own to pull out his orange and green swirled grenade one-hitter and a small baggie of weed.
He grins when he watches Izuku tug out an orange and yellow swirled tape piece one-hitter while Katsuki tugs out a green and yellow swirled pencil with tentacles one-hitter.
“These are fuckin’ awesome,” says Katsuki with a chuckle as he leans forward to look at theirs as well as showing off his own. “How the fuck did you get them?”
“We have to take a picture of them, hold on!” exclaims Izuku excitedly as he sets his on Hanta’s tray in front of his plate, grinning when Hanta and Katsuki follow suit as he pulls out his phone.
He snaps three pictures while Hanta says, “I asked Momo to help after I sketched out what I was thinking! They turned out great.”
“They’re amazing, Sweetheart!” says Izuku happily as he posts a picture to his private instagram for their friends to see, while tagging them and adding hearts for the caption.
“They really fuckin’ are, I’m gonna keep this for so long, babes, I love it,” says Katsuki with a soft grin as he nudges Hanta.
“I’m glad you like your gifts! Now, I have the green, orange, and yellow swirled lighter, this one I found myself. So, let’s pack it in and light ‘em up! I made sure to get indica since none of us can really do Sativa anymore,” replies Hanta as he tugs out the lighter that he’d dropped in his own bag, though he did add one for them to each of their presents for tomorrow even though the gifts are not weed related.
“That looks fuckin’ awesome,” says Katsuki as he looks at it, looking far too amused already.
“It does,” adds Izuku excitedly as he leans forward to get a better look. “It has our colors!”
“Yeah, that’s why I picked it out. It made me think of us,” replies Hanta almost shyly as he passes the lighter over to Izuku, smirking when Izuku’s cheeks turn pink. “So, you ready to light ‘em up? We can pass, or just smoke our own.”
“Well, I’m not going to smoke all of mine tonight, but only because I’m gonna have a brownie,” says Izuku as he flicks the lighter until a steady flame springs up. “Actually, maybe I won’t hit mine right now. I’m kind of craving a brownie.”
“Why don’t we just pass mine around for tonight? Then we can have a brownie or two, and enjoy our videos,” offers Hanta as he starts packing his weed into the one-hitter.
“Sounds fuckin’ perfect,” says Katsuki as he settles back on his cushion and starts eating again.
“Yeah, it really does,” murmurs Izuku happily.
And that’s how they spend their night, getting high off their asses, curled together while they eat and eat until there’s literally nothing but brownies left. Kisses are shared, chaste but sweet, and when they finally pull out the couch bed, exhaustion has them flopping onto it and passing out with their arms laid across each other’s waists in a way that will leave their shoulders sore in the morning. It was the perfect weedmas eve, cuddles, kisses, videos, and good food.