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Boring. Boring. Extra boring… Just dumb.
Katsuki scrolled aggressively through the news on her phone, sprawled comfortably on a cushion. Behind her, Kirishima brushed her long hair while chatting with Kaminari, occasionally yanking a little too hard.
She was just about to yell at the asshole for treating her head like a lawn that needed mowing, only to stop in her tracks at the sight of something that caught her eye.
No — someone.
Sleepy-just-woken-up, Deku, All Might slipper wearing Deku, with thighs-Katsuki-wants-to-get-crushed-by-Deku, and an ass rounder than a globe— okay that might be an exaggeration— Deku, wearing her…
Katsuki Bakugo's.
Favourite.
Dark red.
Oversized.
Fox hoodie.
She lets her phone drop to the ground, she ignores Kirishima’s confused whines as she pulls away and trods over to Deku.
“Oi nerd!”
Deku blinked up, startled. “K-Kacchan!”
“What the hell are you wearing! Is that my hoodie?”
Deku looks more awake with every passing second but not less cute, she twiddles her thumbs awkwardly as she diverts eye contact. “U-um… no?”
Katsuki deadpans her with the most unconvinced, purely weaponized, look of judgment which makes her crumble.
“Okay fine, maybe it is yours — I was gonna give it back once I had washed it, I swear!”
Katsuki’s eyes twitched in what looked like annoyance, she wanted to yell. She really did. But her brain? No. Her brain was busy melting.
Katsuki’s eyes rake up and down Deku’s form, taking in the way the cute fox-eared hoodie sat just right, emphasising her short verdant curls and puppy eyes, how the sleeves swallowed her hands essentially dwarfing her.
Deku looked… Deku looked really, really…
The sheer cuteness was a threat to Katsuki’s cardiovascular system, so she did what any emotionally constipated tsundere would do.
Katsuki lunged, swiping at her, “Deku you bastard! TAKE IT OFF!”
Deku shrieked, the sound cracking through the air, “W-WAIT—Kacchan, NO—!”
Katsuki gritted her teeth trying to pounce on the girl once again, Deku darted behind the couch, Katsuki divided after her with murder in her eyes and the grace of a caffeine-deprived raccoon.
Deku vanished to the left.
Katsuki slammed into the right.
Kirishima yelled something about “Using her words,” Kaminari started live-commentating like a shady sports announcer, and Sero began placing bets.
Deku dodged each attack with terror infused speed, using float and lifting herself like a distressed balloon, Katsuki used an explosion, launching after her, pissed-off and determined.
Deku flapped her sleeves like useless wings as Katsuki grabbed her ankle mid-air. Both of them crashed onto the carpet in a tangled ball of limbs and hoodie fuzz.
Black whip shot out in panic and Katsuki blew it up in reflex, causing Iida,who just entered the room, to yell at them, “No quirks in the dorms!”
“Can it, glasses!” Katsuki hissed.
“Kacchan stop!”
“Die or take it off!” Katsuki aims AP shots at her, successfully dodging their classmates who kept multiplying watching the commotion with amusement or exhaustion.
Chaos. Pure and absolute chaos.
Deku scrambled on all fours like a startled forest critter, slipping between furniture. Katsuki followed, knocking over pillows, nearly stepping on Ojiro’s tail, and kicking a potted plant so hard it achieved temporary flight.
“DEKU, STOP RUNNING!”
“THEN STOP CHASING ME!”
“NO!”
They sprinted around the table one direction, then another, then another, until Kaminari had to jump aside as they came full-circle three times.
“For god’s sake are we watching training or courtship?” Mina whispered.
Katsuki finally cornered her, but she misjudged her own momentum, and they both went crashing onto a beanbag. Katsuki wrapped her arms around Deku’s waist from behind, locking her in a chokehold ‘cuddle’, more like holding her captive with the intent of draining her life force — and getting her hoodie back.
Deku kicked her legs weakly. “What’s wrong with you Kacchan - - s-stop— let me go!”
The truth was, she didn’t actually have a problem with Deku wearing her hoodie, it was just that… Deku looked too freaking adorable in it! It was taking everything in Katsuki’s impenetrable fortress of a body to not combust into a pile of confetti at the mere sight of her.
Katsuki knew from the moment her heart started beating abnormally fast that she was unquestionably screwed, and in order to murder these feelings she’d have to exterminate the source— aka Deku in her hoodie.
The girl was wearing shorts that were borderline invisible beneath the hoodie, showing her God given freckled legs, hand picked by arc angels themselves, to herself and all the other unworthy heathens in their class.
It drove her crazy in more ways than one, leaving her with no choice but to exterminate, eradicate, erase the current wrangled hoodie wearing Deku by making her an un-hoodie wearing Deku.
Katsuki snarled, face burning, “JUST TAKE THE DAMN HOODIE OFF!”
Deku suddenly stopped squirming in her hold, blushing as she went limp, resigned-deflated limp. “Kacchan…” She whispered faintly,
Katsuki tightened her grip. “What Now?!”
“I can’t take it off…”
“Why the hell no—”
“I-i’m not wearing anything underneath.” She swallowed, face exploding into a blush.
‘I'm not wearing anything underneath.’
‘I'm not wearing anything underneath.’
‘not wearing anything’
Katsuki also went still, ramrod straight, her arms frozen where they gripped around Deku’s waist.
Katsuki’s face exploded into redness, heat practically steaming off her face; her explosion glands probably considering self-destruction as a coping mechanism.
Deku timidly tugged at the hem of the hoodie.
“Hah!?”
She blinked.
Then blinked again.
“A-ahh — you — you — you absolute menace!”
She stood up, pushing Deku away then she scrambled backward, tripping over her own feet and knocking into the couch so hard Kirishima squeaked.
She wa— she’s uh-
And all of a sudden multiple imaginary visions filled with Deku posing shirtless, her small perky boobs out, with their pink kissable nipples for Katsuki to feel… see — touch- cut that crap out Katsuki!
“Y-you damn - you damn nerd!” Katsuki was so damn flustered and so damn overwhelmed, Deku looked equally mortified but held the hem of the hoodie like it was sacred armor, Katsuki yelled bright and loud, loud enough the other dorms probably heard — maybe all of Japan, loud enough to wake her ancestors.
Sero marked, “Katsuki meltdown #37” on a whiteboard.
When that was done she ignored the stares she was receiving by like everyone, and stomped away in the direction of her bedroom grumbling,
“Damn Deku, piece of shit, too fuckin’ cute for this world, I need her dead!”
Deku blinked, then perked up. “Kacchan thinks I’m cute?”
Katsuki stops in her tracks, slowly turning her head, “Come again?” She croaked.
Deku stepped toward her with the slow, dangerous confidence of someone who had just realized they had power. “You said… Kacchan, do you think I'm cute?”
Katsuki’s breath hitched, “What! Like hell you are!”
“But you did say it.” Deku scooted closer and Katsuki backed up, but Deku persisted, continuing on moving into Katsuki’s space.
“I have good hearing, you definitely said that! Kacchan you think I'm cute, admit it!” Deku pauses, bringing a hand to her chin, “Kacchan never thought— well never said I was cute before, but now… but why? I look the same as everyday, but I guess I’ve never worn this hoodie before-“ Deku gasps, “The hoodie!”
Katsuki had tried to escape, but of course Deku’s hyper-analytic rant had to end before she could flee.
Deku rushes over to her, taking both of Katsuki’s hands into her own, “You think I look cute in this hoodie don’t you Kacchan? That’s why you want me to take it off! Admit it! Kacchan admit it, admit it-admititadmi-“
“Argh! Shut up!” She yells.
Deku jumps onto Katsuki hugging her, wrapping her legs around her as she nuzzles into the side of her head, “Kacchan thinks I’m cute~ Kacchan thinks I'm cute!” She sang into her ear.
Katsuki tries to pry her off but fails, assuming Deku was using a percentage of one for all to stay attached. “Ever heard of personal space you damn parasite!”
Deku rolls her eyes with a giddy grin, “Kacchan, can I… borrow another one?”
“What- why — what?—” Katsuki sputtered.
Izuku nuzzled her cheek, smug as sin. “Because you like how I look in them.”
Katsuki pauses before sighing and finally making her way out of the common room, Deku in tow, “Fine, whatever- but it’s not because I find you cute in them or anything!”
Deku cuddles in tighter, “Whatever you say Kacchan.” She smiles.