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It was light. The room. Felt free of anything negative. Only full of a private, cozy energy.
"Would ya hurry up?!" Bakugo grumbled, taking out his phone to look at the time.
You were rummaging through his closet, throwing clothes around left and right. It ticked off his organizational brain that just wanted to pick up the shirts you were putting on the ground and fold them properly, but right now he just wanted you to move your ass!
"Gimme a second." You said, your tone unbothered, light, airy, yet focused.
You kept some clothes at his house. Not usually on purpose. But somehow whenever you left a sweatshirt or something, Bakugo always folded it, put it in his closet.
And though he'd never say it out loud, sometimes if he couldn't see you outside of school for a few days, he would take whatever item of clothing you left, hold it close to fall asleep.
"That's not my shirt!" He said as you reached for one of your own and went to slide it over your head.
"I said I was changing, I didn't say I was gonna wear your clothes."
The boy's teeth bared. He was sitting at the end of his bed, arms crossed, wearing one of his maroon v-necks and black jackets.
You were lying before. He really did know how to dress well.
Sometimes he'd hand you clothes after you slept together. Pick out things he thought would look good on you even if they were his items of clothing.
"So you're gonna fuck up my whole closet and not even pick out something of mine!?" He nearly yelled, his frown intensifying as he pouted like a toddler.
A smile crept to your face at the sight as you laughed slightly.
Looking back at the mess you made, you put your shirt back in his closet, thought maybe you'd let him keep it a little while longer.
Then, from the hangers, you pulled down a favorite of yours. His black t-shirt, a stretched-out skull down the front.
It was too big on you. Too big on him actually. But whenever he wore it, he was so comfortable, such a homebody.
His eyes softened as you held out, cocking your head with your eyebrows raised to the side as if to ask if this one was acceptable to him.
"Mm." He hummed, catching your little eye roll as you started stalking towards him absentmindedly, tugging the shirt collar off the hanger.
