if ANY of you think im shipping based off a genuine belief in two characters' chemistry you're wrong. im going SOLELY off of the fact that they're my favorites and they're hot so they should kiss. get on my level. war can be over
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Summary: It's a sleepover! Katsuki is (affectionately) harassed by his girlfriends. (Shinkacchako (Shinsou/Bakugou/Uraraka) feat. fem!Shinsou)
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By the time Katsuki returned to his dorm room after finishing his nightly routine, he could already hear voices coming from inside.
“You guys really broke into my room again?” he asked as he opened the door and stepped inside. His face turned a little pink when he saw that they were both in his bed.
Ochako was lying with her head against his pillows, wearing one of his old shirts that she’d (stolen) borrowed from him ages ago as well as a cute pair of fuzzy pajama pants with puppies on them. Next to her was the familiar sight of a person-shaped lump squirming under a blanket.
“It’s hard to break in when we have a key,” Ochako teased, sticking her tongue out at him.
“Tch,” well, hard to argue against that. “And what the hell is that thing?” he pointed towards the lump resting beside her.
Ochako grinned and nudged the figure beneath the blanket. It moved, and soon enough Hitomi emerged, straight-faced, from underneath.
“What’s up,” she said, very casually. She kept her face neutral as she met Katsuki’s unimpressed gaze. They both maintained their composure as the seconds drew out until Ochako burst into a fit of giggles, upon which Hitomi’s usual shit-eating grin spread across her face.
“Idiot,” Katsuki rolled his eyes. He went to his dresser to pull out some sleeping clothes. He glanced over at Hitomi, who was still clutching the blanket up around her neck, “what’s going on with you?”
“I’m cold,” she said with an exaggerated pout. She scooted over to Ochako and wrapped her arms around her. She set her chin on Ochako’s shoulder and Ochako started rubbing her arm. “I need my favorite personal heater to come and join us.”
“Fuck you, I’m not some damn appliance.”
“Whatever, get over here,” Hitomi demanded.
“Yeah, come on, Katsuki,” Ochako said enticingly, and again he felt himself go a little red at their invitation. There really was nothing so tempting.
“Can’t you wait a fucking second while I get dressed?” he asked, shucking off his shirt. He could feel their eyes on his back as he changed his clothes. And he might have flexed and showed off a little for them as he got dressed, but he would never admit to it.
“Good, now c’mere,” Hitomi ordered once he was in his sleeping clothes. She made grabby-hands at him from beneath her blanket. “I’m ready to sleep.”
“You’re always ready to sleep,” Katsuki said with a snort, “and don’t order me around.”
“Come here…or else,” Ochako said with her own devious smile, because her level of mischief always increased tenfold in their presence.
“Hah?” his eyes lit up in challenge and he smirked. He walked over to the bed, towering over Ochako and Hitomi as he stood. “You threatenin’ me, pink cheeks?” He stooped down, getting in her face.
Ochako didn’t back down, leaning in until their noses nearly touched, eyes gleaming and face even rosier now. “Maybe I am,” and at her side, Hitomi was holding back a snicker.
Ugh, and she was so damn cute when she matched his energy like this. Katsuki reached out and pinched her cheek, not too hard, and gave it a soft tug, “I’ll have you know I’m fully capable of kicking your ass,” he told her, his sharp grin enough to intimidate anyone else in the class except for these two.
Ochako grinned right back, but her expression fell a little short of intimidation (even though she could definitely back it up). “As if!”
And then she snatched him by the wrist, all of her fingers touching down, “aha!”
“Oy!” Katsuki let out a startled noise, feeling his stomach flip as he suddenly went weightless. And then two pairs of hands were reaching for him.
“Quick! Get him!”
“What the fuck!?”
“Gotcha!”
If Ochako and Hitomi were menaces on their own, they were a force to be reckoned with together. Through lots of laughter and flailing and protests, Katsuki was literally manhandled onto the bed and pushed down between the two girls.
“Release!”
“Oof,” he grunted as the effects of gravity returned to his body and he settled very abruptly onto his back. He looked up to find both Ochako and Hitomi hovering over him, still shaking with laughter, and he tried his best to glare at them. “What the fuck is wrong with you two?” he demanded to know, but he was having trouble holding back his own amusement.
“You’re the one that was being difficult,” said Hitomi, greedily settling herself down against his chest. She brought the blanket around them, already set on sapping up as much of his body heat as she could.
“You gave us no choice,” Ochako happily cuddled up to his other side, squishing her cheek against his and hooking her leg over his own.
He was well and truly trapped now.
“Remind me why I put up with you demons?” he asked, his tone dry, resigned. He wrapped an arm around Ochako’s waist while his other hand sought Hitomi’s, rubbing some warmth into her fingers.
“Because we’re so cute?” Ochako offered, feigning innocence.
“Maybe you’re crazy,” Hitomi said at roughly the same time.
Of smelly cats and tickle fights - Shinsou Hitoshi x Ochako Uraraka
“You have the worst breath I have ever smelled!” Ochako groans, pinching her nose.
From somewhere behind her, she can hear Hitoshi chuckle and the pain of owning a smelly cat is immediately forgotten.
“You’re home?!” She turns so fast that Sir Ranchelot jumps in surprise, making a beeline for the bedroom.
“I think so,” from her perch on the Couch she can only see the tips of his purple hair peaking out of a heap on the floor.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying to get my shoes off.”
Ochako snorts and climbs over the backrest to get to him.
“Ugh, you smell just as bad as Ranch.”
“Sorry,” he groans as she pulls on his left foot, untangling a bit of the mess she call her husband. “One of the bad guys called himself the Sew-i-nator, with an emphasis on the sewer.”
“Creative.”
“That’s what I said,” he laughs, the sound almost becoming a moan of relief when she gets the first shoe off.
“Are you hungry?” She asks, getting the second shoe off and watching him, pleased and happy that he’s finally home.
“I don’t know? I was hungry an hour ago, now I feel a little bit nauseated.”
“Dinner it is.”
She pats his thigh as a sign to get up, but he remains on the floor.
“I can’t get up. Please?”
“You’re lucky I love you,” she tells him, slapping his ass as she activates her Quirk.
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“Did you just fart?” Hitoshi asks an hour later, freshly bathed and well-fed, face pressed against her shoulder blade. “Or do we have to take Ranch to the vet again?”
“I think he got into the Peanut Butter again,” Ochako explains the awful stench and pulls the blanket over her face. “Maybe we could ask Koji? He listened the last time.”
Hitoshi sighs, but he doesn’t answer.
Maybe he’s not happy about having to ask his old classmate for help with a cat that will eat anything besides regular cat food.
Or, which is a lot more plausible, he’s already fast asleep.
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“Are you watching me sleep?” Hitoshi asks in the morning, eyes closed, hair fanned out like a purple Halo.
“Maybe?” She shifts a little closer, dragging a curious fingertip over a fresh new scar on his bicep. “When did you get that?”
“Pissed Bakugo off.”
“Hmm,” she's not sure if he’s telling the truth or some variation of it. After all, she's got some scars too, for very similar reasons. “Did it hurt?”
“No, it was so nice I wanted it to happen agai- Did you just bite me?”
“Maybe,” she presses a kiss to the fresh mark her teeth left, giggling. “Just checking.”
“If I’m edible?”
“If you taste as sweet as you look.”
His face flushes a vibrant pink and his eyes finally open to glare at her.
“Must you really fluster me in the morning? Before I’ve had my first coffee?”
“Yes,” she grins meanly, “That’s when you’re the most vulnerable.”
“Traitor,” he pulls her close, wandering hands moving toward her most ticklish spots. “I’ll pay you back in no time.”
And she could probably fight her way out of this… if she wanted to, that is.
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