"Izuku!" {Izuku/male!classmate one-shots}

Bakusquad/Izuku [Feat. Kirishima]

You may ask, 'Author, why did it take so long?' I have no excuses 😳

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"You sure you're good? Y'know, I can always-"

"No." Izuku says, gently but firmly as he tosses the colored clothes in the washing machine, separating the whites in another basket. He looks adamant, although his eyes drooped from tiredness. "You already did it yesterday! It's okay, Kiri. I swear."

Eijirou was unconvinced, so he tries one last time while leaning on the doorway. "You came home late, had coffee that poured on your shirt because of some clumsy assistant, and you were requested for a photo shoot at three in the afternoon. Don't you think you're, like, too stressed?" He sees how Izuku shrugs, probably ignoring whatever he just said.

".. Izuku."

"Eiji." He shoots back with a pout. "It's fine. I'm fine. It's only- what, ten? And you just got home from running. There's fried fish and crab soup upstairs- and if you don't want that," he pauses to pour a dollop of bleach in, snapping shut the hatch for soap. "There's still leftovers from the steamed dory you and Sero liked a lot. It's in the fridge."

Izuku revels in the silence that follows, thinking Kirishima probably already left- until the sound of a chair being dragged makes him crane his neck and look over his shoulder with wide eyes.

The red head grinned toothily, sitting on the chair. "I can at least keep you company."

That makes him roll his eyes half-heartedly, a tiny amused smile tugging the corner of his lips- somehow still looking angelic under the shit fluorescent lights of the dinky space under their apartment.

"Thank you."

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"You remind me of a housewife."

Izuku's eyes widen for a fraction as he whips around to turn and see Eijirou with his arms crossed by the doorway, a teasing grin on his face.

The younger man huffs an amused breath, before going back and folding Eijirou's bed, tucking it probably neater than it's ever been thanks to college. "Well, the least I can do. The landlord did say you guys weren't exactly looking for a new roommate," he says, fluffing up the pillows. "So I'm trying to make it up to you."

"Well, I mean, we weren't at first- but you know."

"I know what?"

"You turned out to be the sweetest dude alive."

Izuku pauses, before a sly smile overtakes his face,

"Eiji.. Are you trying to get into my pants?"

Oh fuck.

"Uh- shit, I mean, maybe?" He splutters, backing up a bit with a bright red face. "I just- I dunno-"

His flustered word vomit made Izuku laugh, light, as he skips over, duster still in hand as he pinches the redhead's cheek. Adoration shines through his green eyes, scanning Kirishima up and down before his lashes subtly flutters. "You could've just asked."

"I-I could've?"

Izuku hums, before placing a sweet kiss on his cheek, teeth suggestively grazing over his red ears. "Yeah." A hand slides down Kirishima's chest, then down on his abs, Izuku's fingers splayed open as he bites his lip appreciatively about his build. "You're so strong, Eiji," he tilts his head, face glowing with lust-filled excitement while the redhead holds his breath. "I wonder if you can lift me up and fuck me. That would be cool, huh?"

The change in behavior does something to Kirishima, seeing how he wraps a quick arm around Izuku's waist, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a snarl. Izuku feels a thrill go through him, like the cold steel of a knife running down his back- before he licks his lips and lets warmth pool into his lower abdomen.