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Midoriya had been standing over his wardrobe for the last 15 minutes wondering where he had gone wrong, he had searched every inch of his room and hadn’t found a single pair of what he needed most right now.

He had just gotten out of a nice shower (after his morning run), he had been sweaty so he had to throw his clothes into his overflowing laundry basket, after lazily drying off the greenette walked up to his wardrobe with confidence only to have it smashed into oblivion… he hadn’t remembered to do ANY of his laundry that week, panicking he racked through his drawers in hope of a miracle but he had run out of luck.

After gathering his old white t-shirt with faded text on the front saying ‘work shirt’ and some dirt stained beige knee long shorts that barely pulled over his ass. Midoriya summoned the gods as he walked out his dorm room with an old t-shirt, shorts and sadly.. No underwear.

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Midoriya had managed to avoid any interaction with his classmates whatsoever, though he did feel bad about running away from Iida who had saved him from face planting at the bottom of the stairs. As he approached the shared laundry room of class 3a he felt his shattered confidence start to reassemble, he had passed everyone in his class on his way down and let out a sigh of relief as he went to grab the handle wooden door. Suddenly all that built up courage fell apart once again at the sight of a new classmate that had only recently moved to class 3a. Shinsou Hitoshi.. He (in Midoriya's eyes) was the most good looking guy in school, who Midoriya had admitted to himself in the privacy of his own room he so desperately missed.

The greenette had come to terms with the fact that he may have a small crush on the purple haired boy, no actually, it wasn’t small it was huge. Since the sports festival Midoriya had been going on and on about Shinsou to his friends and when the purple haired boy had buffed up a bit Izuku was practically drooling over the boy. The DekuSquad members were well aware of Izuku's crush on Shinsou and have had to watch the two practically simp over one another since their fight, it was almost painful.

It didn’t help that he himself pretty shy but they warmed up to each other quickly, Midoriya was basically the first student to have a full on conversation since he seemed to have absolutely no fear of Shinsou’s quirk.

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The green haired boy froze in the doorway as he watched the boy lean back against the washing machine only questioning how he got so unlucky.

While he was staring into the abyss he didn’t notice Shinsou’s concerned look as the purple haired boy started closing in, he only got stepped twice before Izuku managed to regain consciousness and basically scream in the other boys face.

After a couple minutes of apologising and confusion the two boys were standing about two meter apart and few words were spoken between the two.

Shinsou could feel how uncomfortable the smaller boy was and after a solid minute he asked,

“You feeling okay Zuzu?”, the nickname was adorable and made Midoriya feel like he was on cloud nine but that didn’t matter right now, if Shinsou found out he was wearing underwear- he would never be able to live that down.

“...Midoriya?’.

“Yeah i’m fine Shinsou!’.

Both of them looked at each other as if they had just seen a ghost, Midoriya had made the fatal mistake of calling Hitoshi by his last name which he hadn’t done since he was in class 1-A and Shinsou was in 1-B.
“Izuku”.

‘Oh no’, the greenette thought, ‘If I answer he’ll probably use his quirk on me and then i’ll have to crawl in a hole and DIE, but if I don’t answer he’ll think i’m being rude like Monoma and not be my friends anymore-’

Midoriya didn’t give himself another second to think about it,

“Yes?”.

And he was under.

‘Called it’, Izuku thought, holding his breath just waiting for his doom.

“Izuku tell me why you’re so awkward all of a sudden”.

And off he went, Midoriya started telling him the ENTIRE story of how he came back from his run, couldn’t find clothes and came downstairs to finally do his laundry only to run into him. He even admitted his ATTRACTION to the boy, yeah he was definitely gonna die in a hole as soon as he stopped embarrassing himself.

Shinsou then spoke another command to the boy but he didn’t listen and only hoped he would wake up and go for a run, come back to find all his clothes clean in his drawers and get to forget this nightmare.

Suddenly Shinsou let the boy go from his quirks grasp, Midoriya was sitting on top of the washing machine while Shinsou was standing in front of him with his hands attached to his hips, holding the smaller boy’s waist down.

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Izuku was completely frozen, he could feel Hitoshis breath steadily rise and fall against his stone lungs.
Locking eyes with the boy infront of him, It slowly dawned on him that this was infact real and happening, Izukus hands gripped the chest of Hitoshis black lightly sweaty shirt tighter. Hitoshi leaned in, mixing hot weak panting breath, the only other sound being the washing machine whirring in the background.

“What’re you doing…” Izukus hesitation battled the growing strain in his already too small shorts, the heat leaching off Hitoshis too close body and his way too pretty face being way too tempting and all too much. Way too much. Izuku was staring hot melted daggers at the boy as he felt the large hands sat on his hips relax and shift up and down his, creating fuzzy friction on every nerve Hitoshi was even close to.

Violet hair fell into Hitoshis face as he leaned closer, soft lips closing between his steaming mouth, coming out wet and glossy. Izuku was in way too deep with gooey whip lash and he wasn’t even sure if this was a prank or not. He looked up from his lips to meet Hitoshis eager eyes, it was like they clicked, both boys leaped forward.

Fingers tangled into purple hair, hands rubbed freckled skin, lips fought for nothing and then…

(camera pans out slowly and the men do their thing)