─ ·✦ you and izuku are perpetually cold. luckily for you, your boyfriend katsuki always runs warm, which leads to a constant battle over who gets to cuddle and steal his heat first. sfw, fluff, crack (1k)
You’re out of the training room the moment Aizawa says dismissal, darting past Mina before your jacket’s even zipped. She laughs behind you about being dramatic, but you barely hear it as you bolt down the hall, hands stuffed deep in your sleeves.
You’re already freezing cold.
Your fingers are numb, your nose feels like it might fall off, and all you can think about is one thing: Katsuki Bakugo is back at the dorms, and according to the very serious, very real cuddle rotation, it is absolutely your turn; not Izuku’s.
You love your boyfriends with everything in you, truly and fiercely, and Izuku is no exception—sweet, earnest, and infuriatingly gentle.
He has a warmth that could melt your chest, if only it weren’t so fleeting, because no matter the season, he’s always freezing cold (though who are you to judge, considering you’re just as cold right now), and sometimes it feels like you’re trying to cuddle a human popsicle.
Bakugo, on the other hand, runs impossibly hot. Solid muscle, heat radiating off him like he’s made of fire, and even half-asleep, he’s unbearably warm to touch.
You’re never quite sure if it’s because of his quirk or just him, but either way, you and Izuku both relish every second of it, pressing closer, letting the warmth soak into your chilled bones.
Which is why you’re now sprinting like a mad woman.
Because if Izuku gets there first, he’ll probably hog all of Katsuki’s heat, leaving you shivering (he actually won’t—he loves you too much and would never—but still, the point stands).
You burst through the dorm doors, nearly colliding with a couple of first-years, and skid down the hall toward your shared room, heart pounding harder with every step.
Then you hear it.
Fast footsteps behind you.
“Don’t you dare!” you gasp, already knowing.
There’s a sudden rush of air, the unmistakable hum of power, and Izuku flashes past you in a green blur, laughing breathlessly as he lands ahead of you with unfair grace.
“I’m sorry,” he calls over his shoulder, voice bright and infuriatingly sincere, “but I’m really cold and Kacchan said it was fine last night—”
“That was yesterday!” you scream, scrambling to keep up as he rockets forward, boots pounding. “You don’t get to cheat the system with One For All!”
He glances back, smirk barely there. “It’s… not cheating if it’s just, uh, smart?”
“Smart? You’re literally flying past me! That’s cheating, nerd!”
He just grins, shrugging as if that ends the argument.
You chase him the rest of the way, lungs burning, fingers aching, until the dorm room door finally comes into view.
You lunge the moment he skids around the corner, and just as he’s about to reach Katsuki first, you throw yourself in front of the door and slam it shut with both palms.
Got him.
“You little—!” you pant, pointing at him with every ounce of righteous indignation you can muster. “This is my turn!”
Izuku glances at you, freckled skin flushed pink, lips trembling as he murmurs, “I love you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” Before you can react, he presses a quick quirk-assisted kiss to your lips.
The moment snaps your brain into static—you stumble, barely keeping your balance as his One For All surge pushes you back slightly.
The little shit kissed you to distract you. What an asshole!
The door bursts open as he lunges forward with another quirk boost, swinging it wide in one smooth motion. You curse, flailing to catch yourself, heart hammering. “Cheater!”
And there, sitting on the bed like the calm eye of a storm, is Bakugo, shirt half-off, hair a mess, radiating heat like a human furnace as he squints up at the two of you barreling toward him.
He groans, voice rough. “What the hell are you damn idiots—”
Izuku launches himself forward.
You dive at the same time.
The bed jolts, blankets tangle, and Katsuki lets out a sharp, startled sound as both of you grab onto him at once, clinging like your lives depend on it.
“Mine,” you say immediately, pressing your frozen hands against his side with a sigh of relief.
“But I’ve been freezing since the morning,” Izuku argues softly.
Katsuki groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I swear to fuckin’ god, I’m not a damn space heater—”
You whine, tugging at the edge of the blanket and nuzzling closer despite his words. “‘suki, come on! why do you always have to hog all the heat?”
Bakugo groans, flopping his head back into the pillow in exasperation, but he doesn’t push either of you away. “You two! you’re actin’ like you’re entitled to my entire chest! I’m not your personal fuckin’ furnace!”
You giggle, voice teasing, and inch a little closer anyway, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Yeah, sure, sure.”
Izuku mumbles indignantly, hiding his grin. “Oh Kacchan… don’t act like you don’t loooove it when we cuddle you.”
“Shut up, nerd! I’m not here for your complaints, brat, or you either!—”
You press closer, whining, “But, I’m so cold.”
“—ugh, fine! Just… whatever, get it over with.”
Eventually, with an exaggerated sigh, Katsuki shifts, lying comfortably on his back and finally letting you rest on one side and Izuku on the other. His hands settle loosely over both your waists, the edges of his irritation softening into surrender.
You and Izuku exchange a glance, a tiny flicker of guilt passing between you. Neither of you speak, but the look says it all: sorry for squabbling, but… he’s just too warm to resist.
Izuku’s voice breaks the silence, low and sincere. “I love you.”
You tilt your head, your breath hitching as you glance at him. “Me… or Kacchan?”
He smirks, mischievous even in the cozy warmth, and murmurs, “You and Kacchan,” his eyes sparkling with that mix of teasing and affection.
Bakugo snorts, resting his head against the pillow and letting himself be held. “Stupid nerds,” he mutters, but there’s no bite in it.
You nuzzle into him, Izuku doing the same on the other side, and for a moment, Bakugo is all warmth, hands tightening slightly, soft and pliable between you both.
And then—suddenly—Bakugo’s head snaps up. “AH!” he yells, practically leaping in the middle of the blanket. “Deku you fuckin’ ice block! Move your cold toes off me, nerd!”
Izuku yelps, pulling his feet back quickly, flushed. “Sorry, Kacchan! Didn’t mean to—!”
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