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Katsuki fumbled with his key, failing multiple times before he managed to unlock the door to his apartment. It was small, yet cozy. His boots hit the ground heavily with every step, likely disturbing the people downstairs. Not like he cared, though.
Izuku’s office door was open, a small lamp making the room glow. The blond peeked inside— as usual, the room was decked out in merch, but this time Izuku wasn’t there. The collection had grown since they were kids— countless new All-Might figures and posters had been added, but the biggest change was the fact that the nerd had added Katsuki in, too. There were about 56 pieces of Dynamight merch. His ‘Zuku told him the count every time he got a new item.
The door squealed a little as Katsuki shut it. He began peeling his hero suit from his body, groaning in relief. It was drenched in his nitroglycerin sweat, rain, and even a little blood. Whether that belonged to him or one of the villains he’d fought, he had zero clue.
When all that remained were boxers, Katsuki threw the hero suit in the basket on top of the washer— he’d handle it tomorrow, the energy to hand-wash it was nowhere to be found, and the ease of using a washing machine was irrelevant when it came to the delicate material used in hero suits. He trudged over to the bedroom and dug through the drawers, eventually pulling out a fresh pair of boxers and some shorts
“Hey, Kacchan,” came a soft murmur, sleepiness clear in the voice. Katsuki looked over to the bedroom and saw a mess of limbs and sheets— the nerd could never keep the bed looking neat.
“Hey. I got the weekend off.”
Izuku mumbled a groggy “m’kay,” making the blond’s heart nearly beat out of his chest.
God, Katsuki thought, This is pathetic. How am I almost hyperventilating just from his voice?
Another look at Izuku and Katsuki noticed something he hadn’t before. The damn nerd was wrapped around a giant stuffed Dynamight, and Katsuki damn near choked that time. He was grateful for the darkness, since his Deku wouldn’t see the way his face turned almost tomato red.
As Katsuki was about to lay in bed, Izuku groaned and rolled so that he was facing away. “Kacchan, you stink. Go shower.”
“I’ll shower in the morning,” the blond bickered, getting into bed.
Something, presumably a foot, hit his lower back, pushing him out of bed. “Seriously, Kacchan, you stink. Shower, now.”
“Tch, fine! But not ‘cause you’re telling me to, I’m only showering since I feel grimy!” He stood up and started toward the door to the bathroom before hearing a snicker from behind him. “Deku, I swear I will kill you!”
The water ran hot almost as soon as Katsuki turned the handle. Izuku must have run it before going to bed— his hair didn’t look wet, so he’d clearly done it for Katsuki. Damn lovesick nerd.
Katsuki went through the motions, his body heavy and lids drooping.
Shampoo.
Rinse.
Condition.
Body wash.
Rinse.
Rinse, again.
His products seemed a little emptier than they had been that last time he showered. Wait— when was the last time he showered? It had to have been atleast a week, since that was the last time he’d gotten a break from his hero work. Katsuki figured he was just losing it and that his products were fine.
He dried off, put some mousse in his hair, and rubbed some balm over his body. He usually did a longer routine, but he lacked the energy to drag himself through the full thing. He just stuck with the most important things— keeping his hair looking nice and applying his special-made balm. It increased the productivity of his sweat glands, helping his hero work.
Once Katsuki returned to the bedroom, he collapsed into bed next to the nerd— next to his nerd. He wrapped his arms tightly around the man, burying his nose into his lover’s neck.
He smells different. Wait— is that my shampoo? And my body wash?
“Izu’! Did’ya use my stuff?”
“Mhm, I missed you. The smell’s comforting.”
Blood rushed to Katsuki’s face and he grumbled against the freckled man’s neck, hugging him a little tighter.