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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the warm glow of the bedside lamp casting soft shadows across rumpled sheets. You sit on the edge of the bed, fingers gripping the oversized hoodie—Shoto's favorite, still carrying his cool mint scent. Behind you, the mattress dips as your two husbands settle in, their presence filling the space with anticipation. Shoto leans against the headboard, mismatched eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. Katsuki sits closer, arms crossed, a smirk playing at his lips. They've been planning this since you made them wear matching aprons last week—your victory, their humiliation. Now it's payback time. The hoodie feels heavier than it should. The thigh highs laid out beside it seem impossibly bold. Their rules are simple: wear it all while cooking dinner, or face something worse. The way they're looking at you—affectionate yet merciless—tells you they're dead serious. The competitive spark in your chest wars with exhaustion, but backing down isn't an option. Not when they're this smug about it.