TodoDeku Oneshots

4 - Clothing Swap

"Kirishima I swear, if you step move your hand one inch closer to my crotch, I'll make your frostbite incident look like an accident." Was the first thing Class-3A heard when they exhaustedly dragged themselves into the common room on the fated Saturday morning.

Everybody had been anxiously waiting for this day to come, wanting to see two of the top students make fools of themselves.

Nobody had gotten much sleep, each discussing their own opinions on how the two muscular third-year boys would look in each other's clothes. Maybe they would be too small for each other, and the class would catch a glimpse of their abs.

Everybody unanimously agreed, looking at Midoriya and Todoroki's abs was equal to being in "hot guy" heaven.

Or that's what Uraraka told Midoriya as she led him into the room with the clothes everyone had selected for him to wear.

As he took off his shirt, she was more grateful to the betting gods than she ever had been. He seemed to remember she was still in the room and flushed, his whole torso turning tomato-red. They may be third-years, but he was still the same nervous boy he had been when they first met.

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Flashback

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"Dude! Dude! Dude!" Kirishima shouted as he ran to try and catch up with the green-haired boy.

Midoriya stopped and turned as he heard the yelling, pulling out one of his earbuds.

"Kirishima? Is everything ok?"

He grinned, showing his spiked teeth, and pulled Midoriya in next to him, continuing their walk back to the dorms.

"Me and Bakugou made a bet." Was all the explanation offered after several seconds of silent walking, side by side.

"Ok? Not to be rude, but what does this have to do with me?" Was Midoriya's confused reply, prodding Kirishima to continue.

"I said that you'd look hella good in makeup, like... a full face, y'know? Not the kind the makeup artists put on our face before an interview, and stuff like that. Like... eyeliner, eye shadow, lipstick, everything. And then Bakugou said, 'he'd look like a warmed up shit' and we got in a fight. Then we made this bet."

Midoriya was sure his face was the color of a cherry.

"You guys... bet on if I would look good in makeup?"

"Well, yes and no. The whole argument escalated into other things you would look good in, and eventually we settled on clothes that were too small for you. It was a weird point, but still something I'm willing to defend to the death. So here we are."

"W-what?! You guys bet on whether or not I would look good in clothes that were too small for me?"

"Yeah dude! I said you would look super manly, but Baku disagreed. We decided that this weekend we're gonna go out and buy some clothes that are wayyy too small, and get me some hard earned money from my boyfriend!"

"Isn't it a waste to go out and buy new clothes? Why not just... use someone's who lives in the dorms with us or something?" Midoriya spoke as he hefted open the heavy door of the common room.

"We... didn't think of that. Anyways, who's would we use? I can't think of anyone smaller than you that would be willing to lend over some clothes."

"I... guess you're right." Was the resigned sigh that came out of Midoriya's mouth several seconds later. "I just- I don't wanna waste money, y'know?"