Izuku ended up falling alseep in Shoto's hold.

Shoto stirred gradually from his deep slumber. When he opened his eyes, pink late evening sun spilled into his room. ".      .   ."

'Wh.. why am I so hazy.. how much did I...' Shoto tapped his fingers on the warm soft thing in his arms.

Izuku's face was still flushed even as he slept, a wobbly, embarrassed expression on his face. He was still slightly stiff but overall leaning into the given contact.

Then he realized something rather terrifying.

'Where...  a r e  m y  c l o t h e s ? '

His bare skin felt incredibly exposed despite being under his quilt, hairs pricking up at the unsettling feeling at the pit of his stomach.

He never slept without clothes on.

Then, his eyes inevitably drifted over to the last comfort he had left, only to see Izuku Midoriya, flustered yet asleep in his bare embrace.

' N o .'

'N o  n o  n o .' His senses gradually emerged from his coma-like state, the contact of his skin against his small body feeling like he was being electrocuted by tiny tazers.

Izuku shifted as the arms around him tensed, his little body curling in on itself.

'    N     O    ' Shoto flung away from him like a startled cat, though gently slid his arms out from around him as the gentleman he was.

Izuku whimpered from the loss of warmth. Now on the cusp of the other side of the bed, he stared desperately at his closet of clothes. He didn't even have boxers on.

'I couldn't have.. n-no I wouldn't have..

but I was  d r u n k..'

Rather unholy ideas started to crawl into his head as he swapped his head between the closet and Izuku's face. The greenet seemed to start to stir at the loss of his human heater, it was slow and groggy but his body shifted in the bed.

'O h  g o d .' Shoto's ears picked this up immediately, the warnings blaring in his head. 'I either get my clothes now and risk being seen, or hide in the bed and have my dignity inevitably stripped from me.'

Izuku sat up on his elbow and yawned like a lil' kitten.

The decision was difficult. Shoto had a mini existential crisis on the edge of the bed, covered only by the quilts.

Izuku rubbed his eyes sleepily.

'OH FOR GODS SAKE  W H Y .' Shoto couldn't do option A anymore. He buried himself under the blankets as a last resort.

Izuku turned, still 3/4 the way asleep and crawled over on top of the blanket and snuggled into Shotos chest. At this, the cloth was the only thing separating them.

"M-mhhhhhhh!.." he mumbled out in alarm as he flinched away. His face was tomato red at this point. Izuku was already basically asleep again.

"M-mmm.. hhhhhhhhhhh.." his mumbles eventually ground to a halt.

Here he was.

Naked.

With Izuku snuggling into him. After a night of questionable circumstances.

'I couldn't have... d-done it with him.. right?'

Despite being on top of Shoto, Izuku started shivering lightly now that he didnt have arms around him

Shoto didn't notice, he was busy having an existential crisis about whether or not he had lost his virginity to a man who had stolen at least twenty of them from strangers in bars.

Shoto's only hint was that Izuku still had clothes on. But he was faaaaar to out of it to realise this.

'I.. why would I ever.. n-no.. but Midoriya would.. would he?' Shoto couldn't believe what he had done, hands going over his mouth from the shock. His cheeks were burning hot. Izuku looked to finally be waking up with all his movement.

"Hhhmmmmnn-" Shoto immediately turned his head away from Izuku as much as he could.

'No. No way. Not to him, no I didn't even, did I? I-'

"Blbahb—" He sat up from laying on Shoto with a yawn.

Shoto was glad to not have him pressed against him, it made it easier to process. 'I.. I did, didn't I?'

"Wha..." he looked around the room then at Shoto. "..good morn.."

'Oh god I did.' Shoto tucked himself deeper into the covers.

Izuku poked him, "You okay..?"

He remembered him dragging him into bed, "Hope ya had a good night last night."

His words were slightly sarcastic and really not thought out.

In reaction to this, Shoto curled up even tighter and even hid his face under the covers.

"Uh- you okay..?" He repeated again.

Shoto didn't respond, feeling his body heat up not so gradually. 'Why, why to him?! Whyyyy?!'

He lost his virginity to a party animal who fucked someone every week. Well that's what the magazines said, but it at this point he believed them..

Izuku looked down at him and blinked "Oh... You still dont have clothes on..."

He quickly scrambled out of the room- "yoU CAN GET DRESSED THEN—"

Praising whatever benevolent god gave Izuku idea, he slipped out of the covers and put on some clothes. 'I can't believe that I let myself.. no it wouldn't even be letting myself I'd never do anything like that to him if I was sober..'

Izuku was waiting out on the couch, swinging his legs like a child. He walked out into the lounge with a flustered but contemplating look.

Izuku glanced up at him. "Ooo- Ello. Why are you still so red?" He hopped up and skipped over. Shoto kept his distance, rushing off to the kitchen for a snack. Izuku blinked for a moment and followed after.

"Whats up with you?" No response. He searched through the cupboards however nothing but empty wrappers were inside all of them. He blinked at him, "are you still on a hang over? Or the fact you didnt have clothes on after the thing because I tried to get you to put clothes on-"

He should have specified what the "thing" was.

Shoto rushed off to the other end of the kitchen at the mention of 'thing'. Izuku blinked again.

Wait a second. No clothes, he was drunk and cant remember anything, and he's being all flustered and avoiding Izuku.

Did Shoto think they did the nAsTy?

Izuku smirked, "Hey  S h o t o ..."

The halfie froze in his tracks. Oh that tone did not sound good.

"Dont tell me that you used to be a virgin and thats why youre avoiding me..." he tested this out, crossing his arms with a growing smirk.

"M-m-mm-m-" Shoto opened a previously searched cupboard and looked inside it, though it was obvious he was hiding.

'Oh my god he thinks we had sex.'