—MHA men reaction to you asking them to step out so you can change!
☙◦♔◦☙◦Summary: You ask your husband/boyfriends/fiancé to step out so you can change and their reactions are to say… quite funny.
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader ; Kirishima Eijiro x f!reader x Denki Kaminari x f!reader x Sero Hanta x f!reader
꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚Tags: Cute ; Funny ; Prank ; irritation; MHA ; Couple
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✩.･*:｡A/N: Guys I know I feed you very little but I’m sorry!! I’m on vacaca rnnn and I’m enjoying it babes but I’m trying my best to fix C.ai bots and post at least once! Part 2 is getting ready rn! Enjoy xx
Bakugou Katsuki — “You Want Me to What?”
Sundays with Bakugou were sacred.
No early alarms. No patrols. Just the hum of the washing machine, the faint smell of breakfast lingering in the air, and Bakugou walking around shirtless with low-slung sweatpants while folding laundry like a man on a mission.
You were still curled up in bed, watching him struggle to pair socks with an intensity like he was disarming a bomb.
“These things multiply in the damn dryer,” he muttered, tossing another rogue black sock into the pile.
“You know, if you stopped wearing fifty shades of black, you might find matches easier,” you teased.
He shot you a mock glare. “You’re one to talk. You own twelve versions of the same hoodie.”
You grinned. “Yeah. But I don’t lose them to the void.”
Bakugou grumbled under his breath, tugging a fitted tee over his head. You watched his muscles flex under the fabric and couldn’t help the little idea that sparked in your brain.
Time to test his pride a little.
You stretched out with a dramatic yawn, then said casually, “Hey, babe? Can you step out for a second while I change?”
He froze.
Dead still.
Then slowly turned to look at you, blinking like you’d just spoken another language. “You want me to what?”
“Just for a second!” you laughed. “So I can change. Alone.”
His jaw twitched.
“We live together.”
“I know.”
“You’ve literally let me wash in between your pussy lips and ass crack after we had sex.”
“Yup.”
“So why the hell—”
You cut in innocently. “I’m shy.”
He stared at you for a long beat. “You’re messing with me.”
“Maybe,” you said sweetly, sitting up straighter. “But if you love me…”
He scoffs but grabs his phone and stands up “You’re ridiculous”
“Thank you!”
“I’m goin’. But only ‘cause I wanna see how far you take this dumbass bit.”
He slammed the door dramatically behind him, muttering curses the whole way. You snorted, barely holding in your laughter as you threw off the blankets and shuffled toward your dresser — still fully dressed.
You gave it a solid minute. Two.
Then crept toward the door to peek through the crack—
But he wasn’t outside.
“Wha—?”
You barely had time to blink before you were yanked back with a yelp. Bakugou had been waiting beside the frame like a gremlin, ambushing you in one swoop and throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Cheater!” you laughed, pounding his back lightly.
“I left. You didn’t say I couldn’t come back and catch you in your lie.”
You were laughing too hard to argue. He carried you back into the bedroom and dropped you onto the bed, crawling over you with a feral grin that made your stomach flip.
“You tryin’ to pull stunts like that?” he growled playfully. “What, you think I’d get all flustered or some shit?”
“A little,” you admitted, biting your lip.
“Too bad I’m not seventeen anymore, princess.”
His hands caged you in as he leaned down, voice lower now. “You’re mine. You can’t prank me with modesty. Not when I’ve helped you outta more shirts than I can count.”
You flushed. “Katsuki—”
“Nah. You started this.”
He brushed a kiss just below your ear — light enough to tease but enough to make your breath hitch.
“Now I gotta remind you who you’re tryin’ to mess with.”
You were fully prepared to tease him back — but his mouth was already on yours, hot and unapologetic. He tasted like cinnamon gum and smugness, tongue sliding past your lips with practiced ease. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t rough. But it was thorough.
He pulled back just a little, eyes glinting. “Still shy, sweetheart?”
You squinted at him, catching your breath. “You’re awful.”
He grinned. “But hot.”
You rolled your eyes. “Unfortunately.”
His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. “Y’know, you’re lucky I don’t make you actually change in front of me as punishment.”
You gave him a look. “That’s not a punishment. That’s enabling.”
“Tch.” He grinned, obviously pleased with himself. “Exactly.”
He flopped beside you with a groan, pulling you against his chest.
“You’re a menace,” he muttered, running a hand through your hair.
“You love it.”
“I do.”
You curled into him, heart warm, smile tugging at your lips. There was something so easy about this. Even in the teasing, the banter — there was no tension, no hesitation. Just you and him and years of learning each other’s rhythms.
You glanced up at him, feeling bold again.
“So,” you whispered. “If I asked you to leave so I could change again… what would you do?”
He looked down at you, unimpressed.
“Blow up the hallway.”
You grinned. “Fair.”
Kirishima Eijiro — “You Want Me to Wait Outside?”
It was supposed to be a lazy day.
The two of you had finally gotten a rare shared day off — no patrols, no paperwork, no surprise villain attacks — just a peaceful morning filled with pancakes, a half-watched movie playing in the background, and Eijirou lounging on the couch with his hair still damp from the shower.
You stretched with a yawn, eyeing him from the hallway with a mischievous smirk tugging at your lips. He was practically sparkling, shirtless in plaid pajama pants, glasses sliding down his nose as he flipped through a dog-eared volume of some obscure hero tactics manual.
God, you adored him.
So naturally, it was the perfect time to mess with him.
“Hey, babe?” you called from the bedroom, trying to keep your voice light, innocent.
“Yeah?” he called back, cheerful as ever.
“Can you, um… step out for a sec? I need to change.”
You heard the rustle of paper stop. Silence.
Then—
“…Huh?”
You cleared your throat, keeping up the act. “I just—y’know. Want to change. Alone. So, if you could just wait outside the room for a minute?”
More silence.
Then he appeared in the doorway, glasses pushed up, expression half-confused and half-betrayed.
“Wait outside?” He blinked. “Like… the hallway?”
You nodded, pretending to be sheepish. “Please?”
He tilted his head. “Sweetheart, I’ve literally held your hair back while you threw up on a villain’s boots. You think now’s the time to be shy?”
You bit your lip to suppress a grin. “Just… go along with it.”
Kirishima blinked again. Then slowly, dramatically, stepped back out of the doorway and leaned against the frame like he was being exiled from paradise.
“This is how it starts,” he muttered loud enough for you to hear. “First, she tells me to leave while she changes. Next, she’s locking the bathroom door and calling me ‘sir.’”
You snorted, covering your mouth with your hand.
“I’m just sayin’,” he added, “I thought we were at the stage where I help you get undressed. Not get kicked out for it.”
You threw a pillow at the door. “Shut up!”
“Respectfully!” he called back, dodging it. “But still!”
You held back your laughter for as long as you could, then cracked the door to peek.
He was still there.
Leaning against the wall. Arms crossed. Smirk locked and loaded.
“Thought you were waiting in the hallway,” you teased.
“I was. But then I remembered I’m a grown-ass man who’s seen you naked more times than I’ve seen my own abs.”
You opened the door fully. “You love your abs.”
“Exactly.” He grinned and walked in, arms slipping around your waist before you could protest. “But I love you more.”
“Even though I kicked you out?”
“Especially because you kicked me out. Little bratty.” He leaned down, voice warm and teasing. “I like it.”
You blushed. “Eiji!”
He kissed your cheek. “What? You think pulling a prank like that won’t get a reaction?”
You pouted, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I was trying to be funny.”
“You were. And now…” He scooped you up suddenly, laughing when you squealed. “Now I get to be funny too.”
He tossed you gently onto the bed and crawled in after you, bracing himself above you with a crooked grin.
“You gonna try that again?” he asked, nose brushing yours.
“Maybe,” you whispered.
His grin widened. “Good.”
He kissed you — slow, thorough, all sunshine and flame — until you forgot what the prank was even about. His hands were warm against your sides, his mouth familiar and addictive. You sighed into the kiss, fingers finding their way into his hair.
When he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, breathing a little heavier.
“Don’t tell me to wait outside again,” he murmured.
“Why not?” you teased.
“Because I miss you after two minutes, and it’s humiliating.”
You laughed, hiding your face in his chest. “You’re such a softie.”
“Damn right.”
You both lay there for a while in silence, wrapped up in the safety of each other.
Then, he whispered—
“Still… if you do ever ask me to step out again… make sure it’s so I can walk back in and help you out of the clothes.”
“EIJI!”
Denki Kaminari — “Oh HELL NO, that’s crazy”
You knew exactly what you were doing when you called out from the bedroom:
“Hey babe, can you step out for a second? I need to change.”
The words were innocent. Casual. Delivered with practiced ease as you poked your head out of the closet and gave Denki your most angelic expression.
He was lounging on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table, fiddling with some weird-looking gadget that definitely had the potential to explode. His hair was slightly tousled, his hero jacket tossed lazily over the back of a chair, and he was wearing the oversized black T-shirt you always stole from him.
Denki blinked.
His hand froze mid-adjustment on whatever death trap he was building.
“Wait, what?” he called, leaning forward like he hadn’t heard you right.
“I said—” you repeated sweetly, “—I need to change. Can you wait outside?”
He set the gadget down slowly, like it might detonate if he moved too fast.
“Outside the room?” he asked, wide-eyed.
You nodded.
“…Like… outside, outside?”
You nodded again, trying to hide your grin.
Denki squinted, completely baffled. “Babe. We’ve been together for years. I know the freckle pattern next to your asshole better than I know my own PIN number.”
“I know,” you said, voice carefully neutral. “I just wanna change alone today.”
His jaw dropped. “Is this about the sushi thing? Because I swear, if I’d known it was your last piece of toro—”
“It’s not about the sushi,” you interrupted, laughing now.
He stood, clearly flustered, and ran a hand through his hair. “Okay, okay, think, Denki, think… what did you do? Did you leave the toilet seat up? Did you short out the coffee machine again?”
You raised a brow. “Do I need a reason to want privacy?”
“…Yes?” he said without hesitation, then slapped a hand over his mouth. “Wait. No. I mean—no! Of course not. You’re an independent woman and I respect your privacy and boundaries and all that, but—what is happening right now?!”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “So you’ll step out?”
He pointed dramatically toward the hallway. “I guess! But just so you know, this feels deeply personal!”
With the most exaggerated sigh in the history of sighs, Denki stomped — theatrically — out of the room, muttering under his breath the entire time.
You gave it thirty seconds before peeking out.
He was leaning against the wall just outside the bedroom door, arms crossed, looking like the human embodiment of betrayal.
“Still there?” you asked.
He pouted. “I’m emotionally wounded.”
You laughed. “You’re being dramatic.”
“You asked me to leave. Like I’m some random tech guy instead of your incredibly hot and loyal boyfriend who literally knows what brand of underwear you hate.”
“I didn’t think it’d be such a big deal.”
Denki put a hand over his heart. “You’ve cut me deeper than any villain ever could.”
You opened the door a little wider. “Maybe I’m just messing with you.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Wait… was this a prank?!”
You shrugged. “Maybe.”
Denki blinked. Then squinted. Then blinked again.
“Oh my God,” he gasped, covering his face with both hands. “I was so close to crying in the hallway. I was already texting Mina for emergency support.”
“You didn’t!”
He held up his phone. Sure enough, a half-written message read:
—🆘 babe told me to leave the room so she can change is this the beginning of the end pls help 😭😭😭
You dissolved into laughter as he groaned and collapsed dramatically onto the bed, arms flailing like he’d just survived the emotional apocalypse.
“You’re evil,” he accused, grabbing a pillow and smacking it against his own face.
“You’re easy,” you teased, sitting beside him.
He peeked out from under the pillow. “You better make this up to me.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna unleash the full power of my revenge.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “That means tickles. Possibly emotional manipulation. Maybe even sad puppy eyes.”
You raised a brow. “Sad puppy eyes?”
“Don’t make me use them. I only bring those out in times of dire distress.”
You leaned closer. “Dire distress, huh?”
He nodded seriously. “Being denied access to my beautiful girlfriend while she changes definitely counts.”
You smirked. “You do know I’m literally wearing your shirt right now, right?”
“Exactly!” he said, exasperated. “It’s my shirt! I should have visitation rights!”
You pushed him back onto the bed, laughing as he sprawled out dramatically.
“You know what?” he said after a beat. “I’m not even mad.”
“No?”
He turned to look at you, grin softening into something unexpectedly sincere.
“Nah,” he said. “Honestly… I kinda like that you can still mess with me. Keeps me on my toes.”
You smiled, brushing your fingers through his hair. “I like keeping you on your toes.”
“Even if it gives me a heart attack?”
“Especially then.”
He laughed, catching your wrist and pulling you down gently until you were curled beside him, his arm around your shoulders and your face tucked under his chin.
There was a comfortable silence, the kind that only came from years of knowing each other — of late nights spent curled up in each other’s arms, of inside jokes and shared toothbrushes and too many burned pizzas.
Then, softly, Denki murmured, “Just for the record…”
“Mm?”
“If you ever wanna play the shy, innocent ‘you can’t see me change’ thing again…”
You looked up.
“…Warn me next time, so I can record my meltdown and sell it for emotional damage compensation.”
You laughed. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“And proud of it.” He grinned, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “But seriously—next time you want to get undressed, just say the word.”
“Oh yeah?”
He smirked. “I’ll help.”
“DENKI!”
Sero Hanta — “You’re Kicking Me Out? Now?”
There were few things Hanta Sero liked more than chilling at home with you after a long day of hero work.
You made the couch feel like heaven. You made the quiet feel full. And, for the record, you looked criminally good in his oversized shirt and fuzzy socks, dancing around the apartment while brushing your teeth and mumbling some song under your breath.
So yeah, this was his peace.
You were his peace.
Which is why you decided to cause a little chaos.
He was lounging on the floor, back against the couch, halfway into a bag of chips, watching you wander into the bedroom and start rifling through your drawers.
You called over your shoulder like it was nothing.
“Hey, babe? Can you leave the room for a sec? I’m gonna change.”
Crunch.
Sero froze.
You smirked to yourself. You didn’t even need to turn around to know he had gone completely still — chip halfway to his mouth, brows scrunched in betrayal.
“…What?” he finally said.
You kept your voice casual. “I need to change. Alone.”
There was a pause.
“Alone?” he echoed, voice full of offense. “Alone alone? Like—you want me to leave?”
“Yes.”
“Babe.” He popped up so fast it was almost comical. “We live together. We shower together. I’ve seen you eat ramen in nothing but panties and a top that your boobs we’re practically hanging out of. Now you’re telling me I’m not allowed in my own bedroom?”
You shrugged. “It’s just for a minute.”
His footsteps padded into the doorway. You could feel his baffled stare on your back.
“…Is this a test?”
“Nope.”
“Am I being punk’d?”
You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Nope.”
He walked in a little more. “Okay. So, you’re telling me that my girlfriend — the woman who literally flashed me by accident on a mission once and didn’t even blink — is suddenly shy?”
You turned to face him with a straight face. “Yes.”
His jaw dropped.
“Oh my god, you’re serious.”
“Dead serious.”
He threw his arms up dramatically. “This is it. You’ve hit your villain arc. You’re breaking up with me in the most cruel, intimate way possible. Clothing-based emotional exile.”
You cracked — you couldn’t hold in your giggles anymore.
Sero narrowed his eyes immediately. “Oh my god. You’re messing with me.”
“No I’m not!” you lied.
He crossed his arms. “You are such a brat.”
You beamed. “I love you.”
“That’s what all the evil masterminds say before unleashing their plots.” He backed out of the room anyway, standing just beyond the doorway, leaning on the frame like he was still deciding whether to respect the prank or call you out for it.
You moved toward the door slowly, still acting like you were getting ready to close it.
He frowned.
“Wait… you’re really doing this?”
You nodded, biting your lip dramatically.
“…Babe.”
“What?”
“I like watching you change.”
You burst out laughing.
He took a step forward. “No, I’m serious. You’ve ruined me. If you take your sweater off and I’m not in the room, I get physically ill.”
“Are you quoting a fanfiction about me?”
“Probably. I’d write it myself if I could.”
You crossed your arms, grinning. “So you’re upset.”
“I’m distraught.”
“Because I’m asking for some privacy?”
“No. Because you think I’m the kind of man who will just leave without a fight.”
You raised an eyebrow.
“Sweetheart,” he said, voice dropping a few tones, his smile turning lazy, “I know exactly what’s under that shirt. I folded that lingerie last week. Don’t pretend I’m not allowed to see it.”
Your face flushed.
“Oh, now you’re quiet?” he teased.
You rolled your eyes. “Okay, okay, you win.”
He stepped into the room fully now, grin widening. “So you were pranking me.”
“Guilty”
He pulled you into a hug without hesitation, arms wrapped around your waist, voice warm in your ear.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“I know.”
“…Also lucky I didn’t blow a fuse and storm the room.”
“You were close.”
“Honestly, yeah.”
He pulled back, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “But for the record?”
You blinked up at him.
“If you ever tell me to leave again,” he murmured, “you better be naked by the time I come back.”
Your jaw dropped. “Sero!”
“What?” he shrugged innocently. “I’m just saying. If you’re kicking me out, I expect rewards.”
You buried your face in his chest with a dramatic groan. “You’re unbelievable.”
“Unbelievably in love,” he corrected.
You peeked up at him. “So, I’m forgiven?”
He pretended to think. “Mmm… Only if I get to help you undress this time.”
You reached up, flicked his forehead, and laughed when he caught your hand and kissed it instead.
“Deal,” he said, pulling you closer. “Now change. I’ll sit here like a good boyfriend and totally not peek.”
“You’re literally staring already.”
“Because I’m dedicated.”
