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It was a Tuesday morning and Izuku had never been in more of a rush to get ready. Katsuki had brutally shaken him awake five minutes earlier, and Izuku had to be at work in a half an hour to do paperwork. It was a ten minute drive to his agency. He kicked himself mentally for not waking up to his alarm. He was such a heavy sleeper, it wasn’t his fault that nothing could wake him up. Katsuki had to beat him awake at one in the morning one time when the smoke alarm was going off and they had to evacuate.
He brushed his teeth as quickly as possible. He spat and rinsed out his mouth, checking his face once to make sure he looked presentable enough, and then made his way back to his bedroom. He needed to dress comfortably, since he would be sitting at a desk signing god knows what for two hours.
His drawers were practically empty. Izuku groaned, pacing back and forth in front of his poor excuse for a clean closet. All his sweatpants and hoodies were in the wash, since he was late to do the laundry this past week and he’d thrown everything into the machine late last night. It was nowhere close to being dry, and Izuku cursed his agency for making him work later than normal yesterday. He couldn’t even get on his phone to call Katsuki and tell him to start it.
Izuku resisted the urge to crawl back in bed and wrap himself into the comfort of his blankets. Katsuki would kill him if he fell back asleep. He let himself pace for another thirty seconds before he beelined for the laundry room in just his boxers. He passed Katsuki who sat leisurely at the counter, sipping a cup of black coffee while scrolling on his phone. There was another cup of coffee on the counter next to him, and Izuku could practically hear it calling to him. He just had to get dressed.
There were clothes everywhere. Compared to the kitchen, Katsuki’s domain, which was neat and organized, it looked like a tornado had whipped its way through the laundry room.
“Fuck,” Izuku whispered. His distress level was slowly creeping up to an unmanageable level. This always happened when he didn’t give himself enough time to get ready. He should know better by now, but old habits die hard. Katsuki keeps him in line, thankfully. He hasn’t gotten stressed to the point of imploding since they moved in together.
Izuku spotted a hoodie folded on top of the dryer and he snatched it up immediately, throwing it on and rummaging through a pile of clothes for a pair of sweatpants. Bingo. Once he found some, he flipped them inside out, putting them on. He tied the drawstring so they wouldn’t slide off his hips, and he finally let himself breathe again.
“Kacchan! Can you grab a pair of socks from my room?” Izuku yelled. He heard Katsuki groan, but got no indication that Katsuki wasn’t going to grab the socks, so he kept searching for a stray ponytail holder so he could tie his hair back. It was getting a little unruly, but he was too busy to get it cut. Maybe he would soon.
Something soft hit him in the head. He turned around and saw a pair of socks laying on the floor. Izuku smiled softly to himself.
“Thanks Kacchan,” he called out.
“Yup.” Izuku hurriedly put on his socks and didn’t even glance in the mirror before he ran out to the kitchen.
“My lifeline,” Izuku moaned, picking up his cup of coffee and taking a long sip. He heard Katsuki huff from where he sat, and Izuku glanced at the clock. He had five minutes before he had to head out the door. He sat down next to Katsuki, taking his sweet time drinking his coffee as he mentally prepared himself for his long day at work.
“Don’t you have places to be?” Katsuki asked. Izuku went to nod until he saw the time.
“Shit!” he said, jumping up from his seat. His coffee was left half drunk on the counter as he scrambled for his shoes.
“Dumbass,” Katsuki muttered, but there was no real heat behind it.
“I’ll be back later!” Izuku shouted. He gave Katsuki one more wave before he shut the door behind him and made his way to the car.
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“I’m home!” Izuku called. The house was quiet except for the clinking of dishes and utensils. Katsuki must have been doing his chores for the night, since he got off work a lot earlier than Izuku. He had shorter shifts on Tuesdays. Izuku made his way into the kitchen and he inhaled deeply. Katsuki had made katsudon.
“I was looking for that hoodie all day,” Katsuki said without turning around from the sink.
“What?” Izuku asked, tossing his bag on the floor next to the island.
“My Dynamight hoodie,” he said, “the black one with the orange X on the back.”
“Did you find it?” Izuku asked.
“No, dumbass,” Katsuki said, glancing at him over his shoulder, “you’re wearing it.” Izuku looked down at the hoodie he was wearing. It hadn’t really registered earlier, but now he could tell that this hoodie definitely did not fit him like his own hoodies normally would. It was way too loose. He’d had to roll the sleeves up because they were too long, and it hit him around mid thigh. Izuku grabbed the fabric and pulled it to try and see the back, and low and behold, there was a big orange X.
“I’m so sorry!” Izuku said. He didn’t take it off, though.
“It’s whatever,” Katsuki said. “At least I know I didn’t lose it.” Izuku slid into his seat at the counter.
“Plus, you can pull it off just as well as I can.” Izuku couldn’t help the way his face flushed red. He buried his face in his hands, hiding his embarrassed expression.
“Cool,” he said awkwardly. Katsuki laughed shortly and resumed washing the dishes. Izuku could hear him humming over the water running. Izuku continued eating.
“Thanks for dinner, Kacchan,” he said.
“No problem Izu,” Katsuki said. Then Katsuki turned around.
“Hey! That’s mine!” Izuku exclaimed, seeing the hoodie he had on. The front had a dark green silhouette of Izuku in his hero costume, Deku plastered in blocky letters on the front. The rest of the hoodie was just black.
“Payback, bitch,” Katsuki said, grinning. Izuku rolled his eyes.
“It’s okay Kacchan, you should keep it,” Izuku said, giving Katsuki his sweetest smile, “you look better in it than me, anyway.” Although he said it to tease Katsuki, he wasn’t lying. It was tighter on him than Izuku, and it accentuated both his muscles and his smaller waist, filling out the top of the hoodie more than the bottom. It hit him right at the waistband of his sweatpants, and every time Katsuki moved his arms, it revealed his toned stomach.
Katsuki couldn’t hide his blush from Izuku, and he could see the light color on his cheeks.
“Shut the fuck up,” Katsuki said.
“Never.” And Izuku took off running.
“Get back here you fucking nerd!”