a/n: okay sO this is the very much swaggy @txdoroki writing this :) !!
the prompt i used is: stealing each other’s clothes and not admitting to it - while wearing them (by creativepromptsforwriting. didn't tag them so as to not blow up their mentions haha)
pairing: bakugou x reader
gn reader | warnings: none | words:
genre: fluff ofc
your eyes opened for a split second before slamming shut, and you yelped when the sun that shone through your curtains filtered through your eyes. you could tell that someone was hovering over you, shaking your arm, and you guessed that someone was your boyfriend.
"y/n, y/n, get up, i gotta go, dorm checks in half an hour,"
you yawned and wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling when he began squirming as a try to get you off of him.
"c'mon, let me go," he groaned as you just pulled him closer to you, and let himself flop on top of you.
you were a fit of giggles as he glared at you, and your hand found its way to his hair to ruffle and play with it.
"i love you, 'suki, see you at breakfast,"
"not so loud, dumbass," he growled and pushed his face into the part where your neck and shoulder met, his breath tickling you a tiny bit.
"you're so paranoid," you smiled, although it faded soon after he got up from laying on you.
"quit laughing, it's for a damn good reason," he frowned at you from near your door, taking a second to fix the folds in his t-shirt, "now, do you want a goodbye kiss or not,"
"duh," you got up and walked over to him, nearly tripping on your clothes that littered the ground.
after you both exchanged a kiss, he quickly walked to his dorm, his hands in the pockets of his sweats. he looked the same as always, his eyebrows furrowed and his posture closed off.
you stared at the floor and sighed, the goodbyes were always the hardest part of the day. your gaze swept your room, and a small smirk spread on your face when you saw your beloved's black hoodie sitting on your chair.
you focused on getting ready for the day for the next forty five minutes, excited to see bakugou's reaction to you wearing the hoodie he so usefully left in your room.
once you pulled on the sweatshirt, you smiled. of course it smelled like him. and it smelled good
"oh, hey, y/n! uh, new hoodie?" you heard izuku from down your dorm's hall when you stepped out of the doorway.
"haha, something like that," you smiled and walked with him to the elevator.
while you waited for the others to get to the table, you nervously played with the drawstrings of the hoodie.
a few minutes later, all of 1A was seated at the dining table together, your boyfriend sitting right next to you. his left hand was rested on your upper thigh, running small circles on the clothed skin with his thumb.
"what the hell are you wearing," bakugou whispered, hoping no one would hear him except you. you shrugged, and began to eat your cereal.
the entire room was filled with chatter. izuku rambling to iida and todoroki about quirks, the girls all gathered together talking about having a girls night sometime, and ojiro and tokoyami exchanging in a conversation about emo bands, among the other people talking about things you couldn't quite make out.
"yo, y/n, is that bakugou's?" denki snickered, pointing to your hoodie, and your face grew warm when nearly half of the people sitting at the table turned to look at what he was gesturing to. the room grew a bit silent, and it made you slightly uncomfortable.
"fuck no, shut up, you dunce," bakugou growled, and you could feel him gripping at your thigh.
"no, no, kaminari has a point, it looks exactly like your favorite hoodie, are you sure it isn't yours?" kirishima had a confused smile on his face, one of his cheeks stuffed with food.
"shut the fuck up, it isn't mine. geez, are you guys are goddamned deaf? i'd never give someone my clothes,"
"yeah, okay, bro," sero chuckled and continued talking to denki and kirishima about whatever.
the rest of breakfast you were just talking to whoever, every now and then smirking at the soft blush that your boyfriend was trying so hard to hide however he could.
after breakfast, you went up to your dorm to grab your school bag, but were whipped around by someone's nearly too tight grip on your wrist.
"what the hell were you thinking," bakugou whispered, although his blush from earlier was still there, "give me that back,"
"no, i'm wearing it the rest of the day," you smiled at him, "it smells like you anyways,”
“are you fucking serious, it’s mine,”
you walked up to him and put your head next to his ear, “relationships are about sacrifice, babe,”
