mushroom-economy

[mushroom-economy]

Drunk

Word count: 2.0k

Summary: At a get together with your old class, Izuku ends up getting drunk. Things spiral from there.

Warnings: drinking alcohol (duh😒), crybaby izu, Izuku’s the only one that gets drunk, he calls reader “pretty” and “gorgeous” a lot lmao, gender neutral reader, fighting—not angst tho, (it isn’t mentioned but reader replaces Mineta), sfw, unless you count Izuku being sickeningly in love with reader, not beta read, I have no experience with drunk people🧍

Despite being clear on the way to being the symbol of peace, Izuku had many weaknesses.

All Might merchandise, you, soft blankets, spicy foods, tickling, bugs … just to name a few. You couldn’t count the amount of times you’ve come home to the sheepish hero Deku sitting on your bed holding some new form of an All Might product. Or the amount of times you’ve had to roll him out of your blankets just to get him to go to work. You even ended up having to ban soft blankets from your bed entirely, so he wouldn’t stay home every day.

Not to mention his whole alcohol thing, which was just pitiful at this point. The mere scent of an alcoholic beverage sent him into an anxious rant about why he can’t have any, one you usually had to stop with a kiss—or a smack to the forehead. He didn’t even drink the little flutes of champagne given to him at fancy events.

You have many memories of him, Katsuki, Shouto, and Momo all hidden away during the larger parties your class would secretly hold in your second and third years, to avoid being offered alcohol. You’re sure your classmates had plenty of videos of their reactions when cornered, even you had one of the time Katsuki and Izuku worked together to launch themselves out of a window.

The build up of never being able to drink stopped them from being able to form a tolerance of any kind as teens. You understood why, though. With a powerful quirk, especially with one like One For All, consuming alcohol posed too many dangerous possibilities. Still, it didn’t make it all any less funny.

However, tonight was different.

Class A had decided to have a fun get together on one of the rare occasions all twenty of you were available. It all started with Mina complaining in the group chat, whining about how it had been forever since you’ve all been together. Then, next thing you knew you’d all settled on a date where everyone was free. Such was the life of a pro hero.

Once the date and time was decided, you all (read: Shouto) pooled together enough money to rent out a section of a special pro hero bar. It resided in Hosu, a simple single story built in a more secluded part of town. Appearing as a normal, boring whire office building, it hid its true purpose from the public—and more importantly: villains.

The perfect place for heroes to relax and let loose. Not only was it private, but it also had quirk suppressing technology lining its walls, as well as bouncers trained by the hero commission. In case things ever got out of hand.

Which brought you to your current predicament: your husband, face flushed from drinking, pressed up against you. Trying to flirt with you.

Izuku looked absolutely adorable, already drunk off his ass from a few cocktails. Babbling anything that came to his mind, which mainly consisted of compliments.

“Has anyone ever told you how pretty you are?” Izuku asked, holding your hands in his own. He moved his face closer to yours. “Cause you’re really, really, really … really pretty.”

You giggled as he spoke, pressing a kiss to his fingers. His expression was schooled to one of the utmost seriousness, as if the knowledge that you are attractive is extremely important information for you to know. You couldn’t help but grin fondly at him as he blinked lazily, his words coming out slurred.

You decided to tease him.

“You know, my husband actually loves telling me how much he likes my appearance. He does it pretty much daily, it’s really cute. And really hot, to be honest. I like men confident enough in their masculinity to compliment others without feeling it makes them less of a man.” You sent him a wink that didn’t match your tender smile. It was one of your favorite traits of Izuku, and even though it should be the bare minimum for men, you couldn’t help but praise him for it every chance you got.

Instead of flustering like you expected, his eyes widened and he tried to yank himself away from you. But he had poor coordination with his body, and ended up stumbling further into you. You jumped up as he nearly crashed onto the floor, steadying him on his feet and forcing him to sit back down. You didn’t fail to notice his trembling.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” You frowned in concern, reaching up to brush his bangs from his sweaty forehead. You felt a pang of hurt when he swatted your hand away.

“You’re married!” he cried in despair, finally looking up at you with tear filled eyes. “I shouldn’t like you so much! I can’t like you! You’re so so pretty, and I like you so, so, so much, but…” he trailed off, eyes nearly bugging out of his head when he noticed the band on his left hand. He brought it up to his face, eyes wide in horror. “And I’m married too!” He looked absolutely distraught, it was surprising he hadn’t started crying yet.

You blinked.

And blinked again.

Then laughed, grabbing his face and rubbing his cheeks adoringly. “Yeah, to me.”

He stared at you, and you could almost see his mind exploding. The thought made you snicker.

You showed him your own ring. Twisting it around, the underneath became visible where his initials had been engraved. You flipped his own palm over and showed him where yours were written as well.

“See, this has your name, and yours has mine.”

He inspected the rings for a couple minutes, before leaning back to look at you. This time his face was full of disbelief.

“No way… are you serious?”

You smiled, and nodded. “Yes, baby.”

The confirmation made him beam, completely overjoyed. He was smiling so hard his giant eyes were nearly gone behind his freckled cheeks. “Really?”

You nodded again, laughing. “Really.”

“You’re lying.”

You shook your head. “I’m not lying, Izu.”

Then he started crying. You jolted, immediately gripping his face in concern.

“Izuku? What’s wrong?”

But after being with him for so long, you should’ve known better.

“‘M just so happy,” he sobbed, dopey grin still on his face. “You’re just so … wow. And you’re mine?” More tears.

You sighed in a mix of relief and exasperation, petting his head as he buried it into your chest. His body shook as he continued to cry from happiness.

“It’s alright, baby.”

“Love you s’much.”

“Love you too.”

“The fuck’s wrong with Izuku?” A gruff voice asked, and you looked up to see Katsuki, angry as usual.

Despite the scowl on his face, you could see worry in his red eyes. He may have grown since his UA days, dropping the mean nickname and considered him and Izuku friends, but he still refused to show his emotions properly.

It was his Bakugou Katsuki charm, as Denki had dubbed it.

You agreed, it was endearing in a way. But it was still in a Katsuki way, and because you desired to live past retirement, you never told him so.

Apparently Denki didn’t wish the same for himself, seeing as he made the comment right to Katsuki, and ended up getting an explosion to the face.

You never felt sympathy for him during those situations, knowing brought it upon himself.

“Kachan!” Izuku gasped excitedly at the sound of the blond’s voice, pulling away to grin at his best friend. “Look Kachan! This is my spouse! Can you believe it? Aren’t they so pretty?”

Katsuki stared at him. “Uh… yeah, nerd. I was in your wedding. And they’re okay looking, I guess.” You raised your eyebrows at the almost compliment. Possibly tipsy, then.

Izuku gasped as if Katsuki had personally offended him. “What do you mean “okay”?! They’re gorgeous!” He squished your face, bringing it closer to Katsuki’s to show him.

Katsuki gave you an amused look. “How much did he drink?”

You snickered. “One too many cocktails. Dunno why he thought he could handle them.” It came out muffled from Izuku’s grip.

Izuku cut in before Katsuki could respond. “Kachan! Agree with me!”

Katsuki sighed, rolling his eyes. “Sure, Izuku.”

“Aren’t they gorgeous?!”

“Yes, Izuku. They’re … gorgeous.” You snickered at Katsuki’s blush, the explosive hero sending you a glare in return.

Suddenly you were jerked back into Izuku’s hold. He tucked you into his side, arms protectively circling around your body. Letting out a noise akin to a growl, he glared at Katsuki with a ferocity you didn’t even know he could direct towards him. With your head pressed against his chest you could feel his heart beating rapidly with adrenaline, as if he were in mortal danger.

“They’re mine.” Your hair began to stand on end, and you flinched when you saw green lightning rolling off of Izuku’s arms. Oh fuck, he was mad.

Hopefully the quirk suppressors worked as well as everyone said.

“Woah man, what’s going on?” Eijirou stepped in, having been walking by to get more drinks. They were forgotten though as he put himself between you, Izuku, and Katsuki.

A common occurrence during your UA days, only you were used to watching from afar. You were too on edge to reminisce, though.

“Kachan’s trying to steal my spouse away from me!”

“You made me compliment them! I don’t like them like that!”

“Lies! How can you not like them?!”

“Because I fucking don’t! You don’t control the way I feel!”

“What do you mean you just don’t?!”

Eijirou met your tired gaze, face contorted in confusion.

“What are they doing?” He asked, just loudly enough to be heard over the pair’s shouting match.

“Fighting.”

He gave you an unamused look, and turned to Katsuki.

“Katsuki, you’re making it worse,” Eijirou murmured to the blond, placing a hand on his shoulder. He huffed in irritation, but turned away.

Izuku’s grip on you tightened. You looked back at his face, and almost snorted. He looked like an angry puppy, face red from alcohol.

An angry puppy that could make the entire building collapse, even with his quirk suppressed, you reminded yourself.

Definitely need to do something about that.

You snuggled into him, feeling him relax slightly at your contact. You could use that to your advantage. Somehow, you managed to turn yourself around enough to reach a hand up and cup Izuku’s face lovingly. “Darling, you don’t have to worry about Katsuki. I only have eyes for you, Izuku.”

His threatening aura dissipated in a flash; as if a light switch had been flicked off. Picking you up, he maneuvered you to sit in his lap properly, and buried his face in your neck once you were comfortable. You snickered when you felt how hot his face was burning on your skin, reaching up to comb your fingers through his soft hair.

Eijirou dragged Katsuki away when he started making gagging noises at the show of affection. You watched as they joined your ex-peers, laughing as Katsuki was eventually coaxed onto the dance floor with the others.

Izuku stayed practically glued to you for a while after, pressing kisses to your shoulder every now and then. Contented to just bask in each other’s company, you ordered another drink from the bartender. They were obviously annoyed at Izuku, shooting angry glances at him every few seconds, but complied. Probably trying to get you to leave as soon as possible.

“Why don’t you go back to complimenting me,” you joked once the silence became too boring for you.

Izuku seemed to like the idea, seeing as he literally brightened at your words. He nuzzled his face into your neck as he began rattling off praise again.

“Yeah! You’re sooooooo pretty! And smart! And talented! And gorgeous! And pretty!”

“Sweetie, you already said pretty.”

“You are very, very attractive.”

You snorted. “Alright, Izu.”

“And I love you very, very much.”

“I love you very, very much too, Izuku.”

“Not as much as I love you, though.”

“Um, excuse me. I love you more than you love me.”

“Nuh-uh!”

“Mhmm!”

The bartender groaned under their breath as you fought over who loved the other more. This was going to be a very long night.