#bkdk
izuku would play the sims, making his roommate kacchan and himself in the game. every time katsuki comes near, however, izuku squeaks and slams his laptop shut. there’s a bright flush on his cheeks and katsuki stares at him oddly, one blond eyebrow raised in question.
izuku’s little secret is soon exposed—he can’t keep anything hidden from kacchan, no matter how hard he tries—while he makes their sims… erm… woohoo.
“holy shit, since when was it so graphic?” katsuki’s voice comes out of nowhere. izuku jumps and falls out of his desk chair.
“holy shit, since when was it so graphic?” katsuki’s voice comes out of nowhere. izuku jumps and falls out of his desk chair.
katsuki does not react as he leans closer to izuku’s screen. needless to say, izuku is mortified; he feels himself die a little more when katsuki places his fingers on izuku’s mousepad and inspects the house. “your architectural skills and choice of furniture are ass.”
the blond completely ignores the fact that their sim replicas are explicitly getting nasty with each other and in turn, chooses to insult his roommate. izuku gawks, eyebrows furrowing at the comment in offense—why did he like this asshole again?
he huffs and sits himself back into the chair, swatting katsuki’s hand away.
“shut up, kacchan. i like the little house i made.”
katsuki side-eyes him, distaste expressed on his features, before he shrugs.
“shut up, kacchan. i like the little house i made.”
katsuki side-eyes him, distaste expressed on his features, before he shrugs.
“i’m going to work,” he announces a minute later.
“yeah, yeah,” izuku mutters offhandedly, mentally reevaluating his architectural choices. he does not notice katsuki staring at him as he sells a random pig statue. okay, maybe kacchan was onto something…
“yeah, yeah,” izuku mutters offhandedly, mentally reevaluating his architectural choices. he does not notice katsuki staring at him as he sells a random pig statue. okay, maybe kacchan was onto something…
“when i come back, we’ll discuss why you have sims that look like us fucking on every surface of your ugly little house.”
izuku opens his mouth to protest the last comment, but jolts when the entire statement soaks in.
oh.
izuku opens his mouth to protest the last comment, but jolts when the entire statement soaks in.
oh.
he hears katsuki snort and laugh behind him before leaving. when the door clicks shut, izuku slumps back in his chair and rubs his legs together to relieve himself of the tingling feeling in… uhm… his crotch.
he is so screwed.
he is so screwed.
a/n: kay has resurrected my need to play the sims again, but cleaning up mods takes too much work, so have this instead.
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