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This stupid party was getting annoying.
Kirishima and Kaminari just had to throw this fucking party.
He had no idea how they'd managed to convince him. After about three days of them pestering him he gave in. That was the annoying thing about living with the two of them. They were always on the same damn page, and pretty persistent when they wanted something.
He scanned the room.
Everyone was there. Lazer boy, Grapehead, and the octopus. Even people from class 1-b were here, Katsuki didn't even know that Kaminari and Kirishima had friends in class 1-b.
He brought the can of beer he had been drinking to his lips. The only good thing about this party is that he'd be able to get trolleyed in his own home without getting shit from his roommates.
Normally, the three of them would go drinking on a friday. They'd get wasted on Sake, end up fighting each other and then stumble home. It was pretty good fun. They didn't do it every Friday though, only once or twice a month. Katsuki still had to stay sharp after all.
He felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Dude" Kaminari slurred "Stop being such a wallflower, the room is full of hot chicks...go talk to one"
Katsuki rolled his eyes "Why don't you go take your own fucking advice then?"
"I'm not the one who's been going through a dry spell"
"Really?" Katsuki said "thats pretty surprising , I can't remember the last time a girl even looked at you"
Kaminari went red "Hey! I've totally go-"
"When are you gonna tell Jirou that you're into her" Katsuki continues "it's super fucking annoying listening to you talk about her all the time"
Somehow, Kaminari's face became an even deeper shade of red. He glanced over at the girl, who was engaged in a conversation with Ashido.
"I have a plan" Kaminari said smoothly "Don't you worry"
"I thought the whole point of this party was getting with her?" Katsuki said a devilish smirk on his face "You won't even go over there and say how you feel"
Kaminari swore. He removed his hand, staggering off.
Katsuki knew there was no chance of him confessing tonight. He was willing to bet his left arm that Kaminari didn't have the gumption to say three simple words.
He downed his beer. He was way behind Kaminari in terms of blood alcohol percentage, but still was pretty tipsy.
He placed the can on the counter. He needed to relieve himself. The problem would be getting to the bathroom.
He pushed through the decently sized crowd of people, he probably could have made his way through without doing so but he was a bit too smashed to care at that point. He pushed Deku aside and made his way into the hallway.
Eventually, he reached one of the bathrooms. Their apartment had two. One of them he'd basically claimed for himself. He'd told both Kaminari and Kirishima that it was off-limits for their party guests.
He opened the door, making his way to the toilet. He was about to unzip his fly before he noticed something.
He did a double take.
He stared at the hand clutching a bottle of wine, a hand belonging to a familiar green haired girl. She was sat in his bathtub, which for some reason happened to be full of water. She looked completely dazed. Her face was flushed red and the straps to her dress had fallen on to her shoulders.
She noticed him and her eyes widened. A wide smile shot across her face.
"Bakugo?" She slurred. She moved forward, the water swirling behind her.
He was too shocked to respond.
He'd seen her tipsy before, every one in a while when they went out drinking Ashido would come along and on even rarer occasions Ashido would invite Asui.
Now usually, Asui would be the one helping him carry the drunken bastards home. She usually was sensible, only drinking a little bit.
He stared at the wine bottle. Two thirds of it had been drunk already.
He redirected his gaze back to the smaller woman's face.
"What the fuck Asui?" He said. He towered over her.
"Its...urp...Its Tsu to you!" She slurred.
She tried to stand up, only to fall back down into the water, splashing him a considerable amount.
He growled. This was certainly annoying.
However he couldn't really just leave her like this. Drunk, wet and sat in a bathtub. He wasn't an idiot. This was an incredibly compromising position. Anyone could come along and take advantage of her. She was lucky that it was him who found her and not Mineta.
He sighed, obviously exasperated. He knelt down, placing a hand on her head and making her look at him.
He sort of liked the girl, she was blunt and honest. Plus she was pretty good at using her quirk.
"Asui, you're drunk" He said, stating the obvious
She gave him a smile and his stomach felt weird. It was one of those smiles she gave. The ones that made everyone feel funny. Not because she was scary looking or anything, no instead it was that she looked incredibly cute.
Katsuki wasn't dumb enough to care about stupid cute things but still.....that smile she had was something else.
"I'm not...uh...I'm not drunk" She stammered, she leaned in, placing her chest on top of the edge of the bathroom. "Look!"
She held up her wine bottle. "I've only drank thiiiissss much" she giggled.
He rolled his eyes.
"Its really good" She said, continuing to wave the bottle in front of his face. She pressed the bottle against his lips. "Try some!"
He gripped her wrist. He'd never seen her behave this way. This was oddly unnerving considering her usual calm demeanour.
"I'll be taking that" He said, removing the bottle from her hand.
She scowled. "No wait...urp...it was a gift from Mina....."
He swore underneath his breath. "That explains it"
The booze that woman brought was industrial strength most of the time.
He stood, placing the bottle on the counter. Before he could turn around he felt something pressing into his pack. Something warm and wet. Arms circled his waist. He blushed. He could feel her pressing into his back....every part of her.
"What the fuck are you do-"
He faltered as he saw her face in the mirror. Her downcast look.
He spun around.
"I'm sorry" She said "I'm drunk....urp...I've probably ruined your night now"
He shook his head. "I wasn't really having any fucking fun anyway".
She looked up at him. Her large black eyes looked afraid.
"Are you gonna....hic.....make me go back out there?" She slurred "Because the only reason I came in here is because.....hic.....Mineta grabbed my boobs"
Katsuki swore. That disgusting little bastard. He didn't know when to fucking quit.
"I'll take care of that little shit" He said. "We need to get you out of those fucking clothes first"
She was nuzzling him now, her head pressed into his chest. "Huh....okay...if you really want to do that then....I have....You don't have to use.... I'm on the pill"
He was quiet, not understanding what she meant.
Then it hit him and his face flushed red.
"Fucks sake Asui, you fucking wish that was what I meant" He said "You're going to freeze in those wet clothes, you'll have to borrow some of mine".
She nodded. She was already half asleep. It must've been the cold.
He sighed. Picking her up.
He'd leave her to sleep his room until the end of the party, then send her home with Ashido. They didn't live together but she'd at least be safe there. Plus there was no chance that Ashido would leave the party early.
He carried her bridal style down the hallway, opening the door to his room. He plopped her down on his desk chair.
He rummaged through his dresser, pulling out a sweatshirt.
"Take your clothes off, put this on and then take a nap"
He threw the sweatshirt at her. She didn't catch it. She was too busy fiddling with the bottom of her dress.
"I can't....I can't get it" She said
He sighed. This was becoming a major pain.
He walked behind her, staring at the zip on her dress. Without warning her he unzipped it.
"There, now take a nap or something" He said
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He had run out of luck at the end of the party. Mina was nowhere to be seen.....
Well Katsuki had an idea where she was but there was no way he was going to walk in on *that*.
He cursed under his breath. He could always put her in a taxi, but he doubted that she'd be able to make it to her room. Plus it would be pretty irresponsible.
She'd just have to stay here.
He was clearing up, Whilst Kaminari was flirting with Jirou at the door. As per usual she was the last to leave, which was fair considering that they lived in the same building.
Katsuki couldn't believe that the boy wasn't picking up on her obvious hints. She was so obviously blushing. Still, it was kind of funny watching Kaminari fail so epically.
"Um Jirou..." He heard Kaminari say.
Maybe this was it. Finally! after all these years. Maybe Kaminari was finally going to make his move on the girl he'd been in love with since their first year of high school.
"I think I'm gonna barf... you may want to move out of the way"
Of course it wasn't. Kaminari was incapable of it. Jirou could be naked in his bed holding a sign saying "fuck me" and the boy would still ruin it.
"You aren't throwing up in the fucking living room thats for sure!" Bakugo interjected.
He swore loudly, forcing the boy to go to the bathroom.
Sheepishly, the boy staggered off.
Jirou gave him an exasperated look before wishing Bakugo a good night and leaving.
Bakugo sighed. Kaminari had probably just completely ruined his chances. Nothing grosser then the person you're into suggesting that they're going to vomit all over you.
Hopefully Kaminari was so drunk that he wouldn't remember any of this tomorrow.
Speaking of drunk....
Katsuki had to check in on the frog girl.
He made his way to his room, opening the door.
She was sleeping peacefully on his bed. Her dark hair fanned out around her in tendrils. She looked way too cute.
He found himself moving toward her. It wasn't because of how she looked, no, it definitely wasn't. Or at least that was what he told himself.
She was laying on her back, if she threw up she'd choke to death. He needed to move her. Yes, that was it, it totally had nothing to do with wanting to look at her up close.
(This was total bullshit, he knew that girl had an incredibly strong stomach, the odds of her vomiting were slim to none)
He found himself staring at her, her long eyelashes, the graceful slope of her nose. Her pale skin.
He placed his hands beneath her shoulder, turning her over. She was so thin and short that it barely took an ounce of effort.
"mmmm" She stirred. Her eyes opened. She gave him a groggy look.
"Thank you..mmm" She said softly.
"Don't sweat it froggy" was his response. He was barely able to look at her.
He turned, getting ready to leave for his super exciting night on the couch.
He felt her hand grip his wrist.
"Where are you going... mmm?" She said. Her eyes weren't even open this time, not fully, they were half shut.
"The couch" He said.
She murmured something. Pulling him closer.
"Stay?"