#can't wait to see him resurrected later this week *squints*

[almondcroissantsandink]

missing the bestie hours

[kagehinataboke]

29. Bartender!todoroki and drunk!bakugou, bakugou can't stop flirting with todoroki, he's so drunk he doesn't remember they are already dating. I THINK YOU ARE AMAZING, THANK YOU FOR YOUR HARD WORK ❤❤

aww thank you so much you sweet lil bean~ uwu, i’m on it!!!

tdbk: [29] bartender/convenience store worker

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Todoroki is used to dealing with drunk patrons: it’s part of the job description when you’re a bartender. What he isn’t used to, however, is his boyfriend of four years being one of those drunk patrons. Bakugou is on his fourth drink, and he’s extra flirty—but also extra stupid. Todoroki can’t understand half the pickup lines he’s using, but it’s obvious that he doesn’t recognize him.

“Katsuki, you’re wasted,” Todoroki sighs and sits beside him at the bar after delivering a tired restaurant owner his glass of whiskey. “I’m taking you home, okay?” He glances at his boss for approval, and she nods quickly. Translation: Get him the hell out of here.

“You’re going… home with me?” Bakugou repeats, words slurring together. “You can’t. I have a… boyfriend.”

Todoroki forces down the overwhelming urge to strangle him. “You’ve been flirting with me all night even though you have a boyfriend?”

“Just flirting…” Bakugou’s head slumps for a moment before he picks it up again. “Harmless flir… Where am I again?”

“Alright, we’re going now.” Todoroki gets an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders and nods to his boss, who waves him away in relief. “Katsuki, hold yourself up a little. I know you can handle alcohol better than this.”

Bakugou doesn’t answer: he’s passed out on his feet. Just perfect. Todoroki will have to lug his dead weight twelve blocks to their apartment.

Idiot… What made him go and get blackout drunk in the first place? It’s happened once or twice before, but Todoroki always forgets exactly how annoying it actually is. Bakugou will be all apologetic and sugary sweet for the next week, sure—but that doesn’t change the fact that right now Todoroki has to fireman-carry him down the sidewalk for twenty minutes.

By the time they reach the apartment, Todoroki’s arms are weaker than jello. As soon as Bakugou has safely hit the couch, Todoroki collapses on the floor beside him in an exhausted heap. Of course, the asshole chooses that exact moment to be drunkenly resurrected with a loud groan.

He rolls over to squint at Todoroki, eyes slightly less bloodshot after his twelve-block power nap. “Shouto… Where am I?”

“You’re lucky you’re not sleeping in an alley somewhere,” Todoroki grumbles, straightening out his stiff legs. He sighs a second later: it’s hard not to feel sympathetic, even though he knows he shouldn’t. “We’re at home. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Shouto, I saw this bartender that looked like you,” Bakugou murmurs after a second of blissful silence. Todoroki rolls his eyes, but the subject is already being changed: “I can’t remember how I got here.”

“I carried you here, jerk,” Todoroki says with a sigh. Sometimes he really wishes he didn’t work at a bar. He knows that Bakugou probably only came to see him and ended up getting drunk in the process. If he worked at a hospital or a library, he definitely wouldn’t have this problem.

“Sorry…” Bakugou glances at him sidelong, an unreadable expression on his pale face. He looks eerily close to death. “I really wanted to see you. You’re pissed, aren’t you?”

There’s almost an audible ‘thunk’ when the words hit home. Damn, Bakugou is too good at making Todoroki feel bad, even when he isn’t trying. He wasn’t really that mad in the first place, but now all he feels is exhaustion and repressed loneliness. “I’m not mad, okay?” Todoroki sighs. “I wanted to see you, too. You could’ve just waited until I got back instead of coming to drink.”

“Sorry,” Bakugou murmurs again, reaching out to squeeze his hand. His actions are always so soft when he’s been drinking. “Can we sleep now? I want to wake up and see you.”

“Pfft…” Todoroki almost laughs. “What kind of logic is that?” He holds Bakugou’s hand for a moment longer, studying his tired face. He’s an idiot, yes—but for some unfathomable reason, Todoroki loves him anyway. “Yeah, okay… let’s go to sleep.”

“Mm… Carry me to bed?”

“Okay, now you’re pushing it. Come on, I know you can walk a bit.” Todoroki somehow gets him up and safely into the bedroom before the last of his strength finally gives out. Bakugou holds onto him from behind so tightly that his ribs crack. “Hey, you don’t have to strangle me. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Promise?” Bakugou squeezes harder. “If you left, I’d die. I’d spit up blood and just… die.”

The words, albeit stupid, fill Todoroki with warmth. He’s given the last four years of his life to this idiot, and he just can’t stop falling deeper and deeper in love with him. Life sure is strange—but then again, so are they. “You wouldn’t die, Katsuki. I’m a person, not life-support.”

“I’d die.” Bakugou is quiet for so long that Todoroki thinks he must’ve fallen asleep. “To keep from leaving… marry me, okay?”

Todoroki almost chokes. He struggles to reign himself in, squeezing Bakugou’s arm to keep his composure. “Idiot drunk… Say that to me when you’re sober.”

“Would you say yes, then?”

Would he? It’s hard to be sure, but in the twilight half-dark of their bedroom, with a headache and aching muscles, Todoroki thinks he might know the answer.

“…Ask me again in the morning.”