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“Call him! Call him!”
“Come on Toko, CALL HIM!!!”
“We just have ooooone little question, call him! Please!?”
The girls were huddled around Tokoyami demanding that he call his mentor Hawks. They had him surrounded, drunkenly chanting at their, also drunk, classmate. The alcohol must have been getting to him because he didn’t remember the girls ever looking this scary before. Or this tall… The whims of women were ever a mystery to him.
This was a stupid idea.
He swayed forward as he retrieved his phone from his back pocket. “Okay-”
The girls let out cheers simultaneously not letting him finish his sentence. Mina and Uraraka high fived each other as they whooped as loud as they could. He glared at them as they started back on their tirade. “Okay, you HAVE to ask him- and you can’t chicken out!” Mina pointed at him, jabbing him in the chest to allude that ‘chickening out’ would cause him even more misery than this phone call would. “-You have to ask him if he has a girlfriend!”
She was leaning uncomfortably onto the finger she jabbed into his chest. He swatted her hand away and she started keeling towards him but Tsuyu managed to right her friend with her tongue at the last minute. God, these women were demons weren’t they. Sent here specifically to torture him with personal questions for his mentor. “ One question,” He said finally, gripping his phone with both hands so they couldn’t steal it and ask the question themselves.
“Yes yes, just call! ” Hagakure said shoving him a little too hard.
Was this peer pressure? Had he been peer pressured?
He huffed, making his way through his contacts to the one labeled ‘Hawks’. Yes, he had been peer pressured, he decided as he pressed the blue call button under his name and tapped the speaker button. The girls were vibrating with excitement as the phone rang. He had to swat off Uraraka as she clung to him to try and get closer to hear the call. The force made his balance shift and made him realize that he was way too drunk to be making this call.
Oh god, he realized, what if Hawks could tell that he was drunk?
He would definitely get in trouble, right? You can’t call your boss drunk. What if Hawks decided to end his work study because he had called him while drunk? No pro-hero in their right mind would take on a student that was kicked by the Number Two hero. And if he didn’t finish his work study then he wouldn’t be able to get the allotted credits he needed to graduate. Then he wouldn’t-
Before he could spiral further Hawks answered the phone. “ Heyya Tsukuyomi, What d'ya need? ”
He stared in shock at his phone. He had picked up. He had to Fix This. “...Shit.” He didn’t mean to say that. “Oh. Uh, Sorry Hawks, I seem to have made a mis-” Jiro slapped him on the back of the head and pointed at the phone. She mouthed the words ‘no chickening out’ as she glared the demand into his soul.
“ Tsukuyomi? ” Hawks' voice came from the phone causing him to grip it harder. “ You alright? ”
“Yes, Sorry Hawks, my classmates-” He glared at the rabid demons waiting for their answer. “-just had a question for you.”
There was a slight pause from the other end of the phone before Hawks replied. “ Oookay, well I’d be happy to answer it so ask away. ”
“Well, they wanted to know-” The girls had upped their antics again, silently cheering and slapping him on the shoulder in support. He put his hand over the receiver to hiss at his female companions. “Would you cut it out! I’m asking him right now .” They nodded, giggling and sushing eachother. He sighed as he pulled his hand from the receiver. “ They wanted to know if-”
His savior came in the form of Todoroki half-falling half-running down the stairs and slamming into the wall, nearly dropping his empty solo cup in the process. “Is that fucking Hawks on the phone.” He hissed, his mouth literally giving off steam.
Tokoyami nodded. It was indeed Hawks on the phone. It did not register to him until it was too late that Todoroki was not here to save him, instead Todoroki was on a warpath towards his phone. Control of his quirk all but forgotten in his haste.
Hawks remained oblivious to the hatred and Tokoyami was powerless to warn him before he could respond to Todoroki’s declaration of war. “ Heeey! Shouto! How’s it going at your Dad’s? Man, I haven’t seen you in a while. ”
“Fucking Hawks,” Todoroki seethed, stumbling forward faster at the sound of Hawks’ voice. The casual tone seemingly making him angrier. The girls had all backed away from Tokoyami by the time that Todoroki reached him. The mood of the part of the party that was taking place in the common area grew tense.
Todoroki held out his hand, demanding. “Give me your phone.”
Tokoyami had enough sense to pull his phone closer to him but not enough to actually respond to Todoroki. He swayed backwards as Todoroki got closer. He vaguely registered Bakugo stomping down the stairs, clearly having followed Todoroki but without the same haste, as he shook his head.
“Phone. Now,” Todoroki demanded again and Tokoyami shook his head once again, pulling the phone closer to his body.
“No,” Shit. He really needed to think of a better comeback. Todoroki was staring at him, hand out, expecting him to just hand the phone over like he wasn’t at risk of being immediately fired for whatever Drunkroki would say.
“Just give him the fucking phone Edgar Allen Hoe,” Bakugo interrupted, crossing his arms and taking a place at Todoroki’s side.
Edgar Allen …Hoe?
Todorki was able to swipe the phone from Tokoyami as he was stunned yet again. Uraraka came to his defense in the form of a giggle-laced shout of “That’s mean Bakugo! You shouldn’t make fun of your friends like that.” Though, she ran over to join him at the side of Todoroki. Traitor.
Bakugo lightly punched her shoulder. “You sticking up for emo Big Bird?”
She rolled her eyes and shoved him back. Bakugo must’ve been drunker than he let on because he let himself fall backwards onto his ass before popping back up next to Uraraka and Todoroki.
He shook his head. They were all way too drunk for this conversation.
And he needed his phone back desperately.
Meanwhile, Hawks had continued his unknowingly ill-advised rant, oblivious to the sheer amount of alcohol that was fueling this interaction, and was cut off by a furious Todoroki. He was glaring at the phone and jamming his finger at the contact name like Hawks was in there. “Listen here you hollow-boned bastard, Stay the fuck away from my sister.”
The common area was stunned into silence at that admission, except for a very slurred and delayed “Oh shit.” from Sero. And so was Hawks, the other end of the line having gone completely silent. The girls were looking at each other in shocked glee. At least he would no longer have to ask Hawks the very stupid, very personal question the girls had demanded he ask, since Todoroki had readily offered them the answer. Now he just had to make sure Todoroki didn’t also murder him for being the closest thing to Hawks in a 20 mile radius.
It took a while for Hawks to snap out of the stunned silence that Todoroki had forced him into, but he did. “...What? Fuyumi? What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me bird-brain,” Todoroki interrupted, while Bakugo whooped in support, shouting “Get his ass Half-n-Half!” Tokoyami could only look on in horror as Todoroki continued on his tirade. He was definitely getting laid off. “Don’t think I haven’t noticed you flirting with her at our family dinners you insist on coming to.”
“ Shouto, I haven’t been flirting with… ” There was a pause before Hawks started again cautiously. “ Is this because I helped wash the dishes last time? I was just trying- ”
“Trying to what? Trying to show her what a good house husband you would be?” Todoroki spat out into the phone. The room was becoming an unbearable mix of temperatures creating a sauna effect in the middle. “Well, it's not gonna work! I won’t let you do to her what-”
“ No, ” Hawks interrupted, saying the next part slower to not upset Todoroki further. “ I was just trying to be nice. I know how much responsibility she had to take over so I wanted to help. ”
A very fair and reasonable response from Hawks. As was expected of his mentor.
Todoroki looked confused, the phone hanging dumbly in his hand. Tokoyami cringed at the frosted over screen. It’d be fine right? …Right?
Bakugo looked disappointed like he had expected a full verbal ass-whooping to be delivered from Todoroki to Hawks. He was huffing in the background as Uraraka placated him with arms slaps and small “I know”’s. The rest of the girls were also disappointed, and bored. Most having left to go bother the people hanging out by the couches.
“ Shouto, I need you to be honest with me right now, ” Oh fuck. He knew. He definitely knew. “ Are you drunk? ”
Todoroki had no sense of self preservation or the concept of ‘my friend could lose his job depending on how I respond’ so of course all he had to offer was “...Yes.”
He could have killed Todoroki with his bare hands right now and he wouldn’t feel remorse. What the hell happened to ‘We’re in this together’ and ‘we have to represent the top.’ Todoroki was, as the girls might have said, a ‘fake bitch’ and a liar.
“Okay, well, I think we should continue this when you’re not hammered and could you let Tsukuyomi know that he’s not in any trouble. I mean I’m trying to build a world where heroes can have some time off.” He laughed, “I’m not gonna be mad that he’s doing normal teenage rebellion stuff.”
Oh thank fuck . He felt tears gather in his eyes. He would graduate. He could still make it pro. He wouldn’t have to walk the streets waiting for Shouto to appear so that he could exact his revenge.
Todoroki nodded at his phone, not there enough to know that Hawks couldn’t see it, and finally handed the phone back to Tokoyami.
But…
Just as the phone was transferring hands there was a very faint voice coming out of the speakers. Enough to hear “ Babe? Who’s that? ”
Just as the phone touched Tokoyami’s hand it was ripped away and Todoroki and Hawks were fighting for the last word. “ Uh! gotta go! That definitely wasn’t your sister. Catch ya laters! ” “Hawks you fucking liar.” Their shouts came simultaneously.
Todoroki threw his phone across the room. No concept of money either, Tokoyami mourned.
Todoroki whipped to face Tokoyami. The bloodlust emanating from him was palpable. He pointed his finger at him. “You.” He seethed, charging full tilt at his peer. No longer friends.
Tokoyami could only be thankful that he wasn’t getting fired as Todoroki punched him in the face.
At least Bakugou was happy with the outcome. A wild shout of “Yes!” accompanied by another shout of “Get his ass!” making that clear.