Izuku understood that his datemate sometimes needed a little extra time to get dressed but this was pushing it. Like, come on, how long does it take to throw on some clothes?
Izuku wasn't even mad, just… exasperated.
"Hitoshi are you done?" he asked banging on the door lightly. Maybe they took a nap in the bathroom? Who knew. It was possible with them considering their insomnia and general slothfulness.
"Mm not yet," came an overly calm reply. Izuku closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one— "Okay, I'm done." Oh thank god, he was beginning to see red.
The door opened and Izuku opened his eyes, a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue. It all died down when he saw what they were wearing.
"Wha—" he choked on the words. "What the hell are you wearing?"
"What, you don't like it~?" Hitoshi whispered teasingly, crossing his legs in an exaggerated motion, that made Izuku unable to look away. They were wearing a crop-top showing off their midriff and a pair of shortest shorts to ever short. Izuku's breath hitched because damn.
"Why?" he wheezed, trying to regain his composure. Hitoshi only winked at him and oh boy, they were in makeup, which made their eyes look even more saturated and their lips seem so kissable… What a fucking tease—
"Baby, I always try my hardest to look the best for you." They used their low voice, the one which never failed to send a shiver down Izuku's spine.
"I— Hitoshi— You can't—" he was fumbling with words but his datemate only winked at him and giggled when it caused him to flail harder.
"Oh, but I can Izu, I can." They crossed the distance between them and looped their arms around his neck. "I can and I will and I'll soak up your reaction boy."
Another, more violent shiver went through Izuku's entire body. Oh god they were so hot.
"I understand Ma'am," Izuku gulped, lowering his head in submission. He loved it when Hitoshi got like that, teasing and demanding, so so dominant.
"Good boy," they ruffled his hair and dragged him up from the bed, so they could finally get going. Izuku's mind felt clouded.
So maybe he has a thing for praises, so what.
That was a perfectly normal thing to develop when your datemate oozed so much self-esteem and only used the praises when they were true.
Lying to oneself wasn't the best thing to do, but Izuku preferred staying in denial.
Izuku tried his hardest to ignore the gasps and questioning glances their classmates sent them on their descent from dorms. Way too many people stared at Hitoshi's ass in his opinion but his datemate seemed to glow because of the ruckus they created so he didn't comment on that.
God, how could Hitoshi act so confident, so shameless— Izuku loved it, even as he felt a prickle of jealousy.
It only made things more exciting. It only made him feel so much more special as Hitoshi's boyfriend. He was chosen, not any of the other people staring at their body. He, not them.
And if his hand looped around Hitoshi's waist and wandered lower, giving a squeeze to their perky ass to show yes, I can, they're mine, then Hitoshi didn't show that it bothered them in the slightest.
And maybe Izuku was a little shameless too.