NSFW bkdk roommate au featuring a drunk Bakugo and chubby Deku

Izuku is completely beat as he makes his way home. It was a long day and he’s ready to finally eat some dinner and then hopefully pass out. There’s only one problem though.

Kacchan got off work at five earlier that day and he’s a little worried about coming home so late and potentially waking him up

He really doesn’t feel like being yelled at tonight. They’ve been living together for almost a year now and there have been a multitude of nights that

Izuku’s arrived home late and even though he was as quiet as he possibly could be, he still managed to wake his roommate up. It always ended in an argument.

Maybe moving in together had been a mistake. It has its great moments, like Izuku being around his crush as much as

humanly possible, but they definitely grind each other’s nerves. And Kacchan has a few annoying habits of his own, not that Izuku ever brings them up. It was really just an act of convenience for the two of them.

Katsuki’s teasing is far more gentle than it had been when they were kids, but it still manages to be cruel, because there’s no way Katsuki will ever truly return Izuku’s affections. It’s honestly just good natured ribbing and /obviously/, he just likes to make Izuku squirm with

all of his poking and sly grins. It doesn’t mean anything when Katsuki’s eyes linger a little too long or when his hard pokes to Izuku’s middle end with a soft caress down his side. He’s just busy playing some game that Izuku has no idea how to win.

It’s past ten when he gets home, but he missed his lunch break and didn’t have time for dinner so Izuku goes about fixing up something quick. Before that he goes to change into his sleep clothes, but he gets a rude awakening.

For starters, Katsuki is nowhere to be found in the apartment. His bedroom door is open as well and he’s not there. Izuku has no idea where he went and after double checking his phone, it turns out Kacchan didn’t decide to let him know where he was going.

The second annoying thing, is the fact that his sleep shorts no longer fit. They’ve been getting tight for a few months now, but Izuku wasn’t expecting to have to jump up and down to pull them up over the swell of his ass.

He’s been ignoring his steady weight gain as much as possible. It isn’t much, but his horrid eating habits have started to show up on his stomach. It’s soft and a little pudgy and his /ass/, well. He’s definitely updated his hero custom once or twice to accommodate it.

He's officially got that dad bod that he's heard some people rave about, but he's still a little self conscious about it. He knows he needs to manage it and slim back down, but it's hard to make healthy choices when hero work is so stressful

He can no longer ignore his gains as his once baggy shorts are now painfully cinching at his waist and exaggerating his muffin top. His small belly pooch is more pronounced as it slightly hangs over the constricting garment. Just great.

He quickly tears them off before pulling on some old sweats whose elastic has long been stretched out. They slide up easily and only pinch a little. If he doesn’t lose this weight soon he’ll have to buy all new clothes. He pulls on a clean t-shirt with a huff before heading +

out to the kitchen.

After a long thorough search of the fridge, he decides some stir fry would be the quickest option. He lets some oil heat up in the pan as he goes to chop up all of the vegetables. There’s some already thawed shrimp in the fridge so he decides to add +

that to the mix.

The ingredients are sizzling nicely in the pan as he moves it around with the spatula. All of the spices waft up as the shrimp cooks and it has his mouth watering. He really needs to stick to a daytime eating schedule so he’s not eating after ten o’clock every

night. The indiscriminate meal times are wreaking havoc on his waistline. That’s why he’s resigned to wearing an old pair of sweats that he’s long stretched out the waistband of instead of his regular sleep shorts,

he reminds himself. Even though he scolds himself, he still continues cooking.

Katsuki likes to keep the apartment far too warm for Izuku’s taste and he’s sweating while slaving over the stove. He’s tempted to take his shirt off, but the risk is far too high for oil to splash

up on his naked torso. So he keeps stirring while staying fully clothed so the vegetables don’t burn. His meal is close to being done when the apartment door opens with a bang as his roommate trips coming in.

It’s enough to grab his attention momentarily and he can tell by Katsuki’s wobbly stature and the flush on his cheeks that he’s been drinking. So that’s where he’s been.

“Nerrrd. Whadda you doing up still?” Katsuki slurs as he closes the door and struggles to balance on one foot as he attempts to slip off his combat boots. He fails a couple of times with his foot slamming back down on the floor before he finally manages to get them off.

He pads over with socked feet and immediately crowds Izuku’s space.

“You didn’t answer me,” he grunts, eyes heavily lidded as he leans over Izuku’s work space. The alcohol on his breath pungent enough to make Izuku’s nose wrinkle.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Like your doin’ it wrong,” he retorts quickly.

Izuku sighs. He’s really not in the mood, it had been a long day full of nothing but paperwork. He has one office day a week and it seemed like a good idea at the time, but now the workload piles up. He’s going to have to figure out a new schedule to balance hero work &paperwork.

Katsuki huffs and leans down against Izuku’s back before hooking his chin over Izuku’s shoulder. “You didn’t cut it right.”

Izuku is more annoyed at his remark than Katsuki crowding his space. Kacchan does that often to mess with him and he’s almost immune to it.

No matter how hot his chest is against his shoulder blades and how soft his cheek is against his own while Katsuki glares down at his dinner. “I cut it just fine. It doesn’t have to be pretty, I’m starving.”

“No, no, no. It won’t cook evenly. Redo.”

God, he’s so fucking drunk. Izuku’s eyes roll back into his head. “I’m not starting over. Besides, this is just for me.”

“All of this?” He exclaims far too loudly for being right in Izuku’s ear. Izuku swats him away and Katsuki grunts again before moving away and leaning his side against the counter. “I’m hungry too,” he pouts, lower lip sticking out.

“Ugh, fine. I’ll share. Geez.”

Katsuki’s fake pout melts away into a victorious grin. “You’re so easy, Deku.” Izuku ignores him and puts all of his attention into stirring his stir fry. He thinks that’ll be the end of it, but then suddenly

Katsuki’s finger is hooking into his waistband and he pulls it back to let it pop against his skin. Izuku cries out and jumps. “Why are you wearing those? What happened to those booty shorts?”

Izuku rubs the spot on his hip and sighs through his nose. “They aren’t /booty/ shorts. They’re fucking shorts. You know I hate when you tease me about them.” He leaves out that said shorts no longer fit properly.

"They count as booty shorts when your ass is constantly hanging out of them," Katsuki mumbles, making Izuku blush.

"I'm not engaging in your teasing," Izuku says matter of factly before returning his attention to the stove.

“You’re the tease,” Katsuki mutters under his breath before turning to face the stove as well. As if, Katsuki’s the ‘tease’ with the way he always finds an excuse to touch Izuku or with how often Izuku finds himself under his heated gaze.

“You didn’t cut it right,” Katsuki says again. “Redo.”

He really can’t take more of this, he’s too tired and Katsuki is way too close right now making it hard to focus on the task at hand. He slaps the spatula down on the counter and braces his hands on the handle of the oven.

“I’m not redoing it. If you want food you better shut it. Drink some coffee or something.” His tone is enough to silence his roommate for a while because Katsuki actually shuts up and just stares at the pan.

Izuku steals a few glances his way because Katsuki never listens to him, it’s a little unsettling. His eyes are glazed over as he watches the food cook as he zones out. He’s clearly drunker than usual and Izuku wonders if he had a rough day.

He doesn’t usually go out drinking on a work night. His concern isn’t enough to deal with Katsuki when he’s like this though, so he continues fixing their late dinner. It should hopefully be done within the next ten minutes.

Katsuki takes a step closer until his torso is flush with Izuku’s arm and side and leans his head back down on his shoulder, his ash blond hair tickling his cheek. /Too close!/ Izuku bristles from the contact.

Besides the stench of alcohol, he can smell his shampoo. It’s spicy and warm and maybe sometimes Izuku uses it too when he misses him on the weeks their schedules don’t line up.

“Dekuuu. Pay attention to me,” he whines.

“I’m busy, Kacchan.”

Before he has a chance to react, Katsuki reaches over and turns the stove off.

“Hey! Knock it off!” Izuku turns the burner back on and Katsuki immediately turns it back off. “Stop it, Kacchan!”

Katsuki snorts. “Pay attention to me.”

Izuku elbows him away and snaps after turning the burner back on, “I hate it when you get like this.”

“Tch.”

Katsuki reaches back over and turns the stove off a third time.

“Damn it, Kacchan. Stop. I’m hungry.” Izuku turns it back on and quickly stirs the rice.

Thankfully, Katsuki doesn’t try to turn it off again. Instead, he reclines against the counter and rests his chin in his hand. “Mmh. You’re always hungry,” he says as he reaches over to pat Izuku’s budding muffin top.