#drunk bakugou

[aira-writes]

Drunk Bakugou

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. Bakusquad

Genre: smau, college au, humor, chaos, crack

Warnings: THIS IS CHAOTIC, language, may contain errors

a/n: Had a really hard time making the convos and editing em but I really like the chaos i created mwahahaha. It has a total of 32 photos so i had to squeeze them all into a collage so i can upload them in one part. Hope you like this one.

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[hyuge]

Meaning Behind the Things You Say

“I just—hic—love Eijirou so much.” Katsuki sniffled, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. His beer sloshed in his glass as he slammed it down on the table of the restaurant.

“Kacchan, I think you’ve had enough.” Midoriya reached out to take Katsuki’s glass away and he slapped his hand with a petulant frown.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough,” he slurred.

“Bakugou, as your best friend—”

Katsuki snorted incredulously, narrowing his glossy gaze at Todoroki across the table. “We’re not—hic—bes’ friends Icy Hot. Delusional. Th’only friend I need’s Ei-Eiji-Eijiroooou.” He planted his face on the table, rattling the dishes. Midoriya and Todoroki moved quickly to keep anything from spilling. Everything went black.

When Katsuki came to, the world felt light. He bounced up and down, legs swinging in the air. It was like he was flying. He was pressed into a firm, warm bed of who-knows-what, and he buried his face in it. It was comforting and kept his head from spinning.

“You awake?” a voice asked.

The bed rumbled. Katsuki cracked his eyes open to see he was moving. Why was his bed moving? Katsuki groaned, feeling dizzy.

“Bakugou?”

Katsuki’s head snapped up and he lifted his gaze to see the back of a head. Red hair tickled his face, and he rubbed his nose to keep from sneezing. “Wha—?”

“You finally waking up?”

Oh. He knew this warmth. He dreamed about it all the time. He must still be dreaming. Katsuki hummed in response and buried his face in the back of Kirishima’s neck. If he was sleeping, he was going to take full advantage of the sweet situation he found himself in.

“It’s not like you to get this drunk,” said Kirishima with a chuckle.

“Not drunk,” Katsuki pouted.

“Sure, sure.” Kirishima hoisted him higher to correct his slacking grip. “Midoriya and Todoroki said you seemed upset. Did something happen?”

Katsuki huffed, blowing a breath of hot air against Kirishima’s skin. He felt the man shiver beneath him. “Shouldn’t you know?” he said petulantly. Katsuki was officially annoyed with his dream version of Kirishima. “Lemme down.” He smacked Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Bakugou, you can barely stand up straight.”

“I said lemme down,” he barked.

Kirishima sighed, then released Katsuki’s thighs so he could slide off him. Katsuki stumbled and Kirishima caught him by the elbow to help him straighten out. Katsuki tried to pull his arm free, but Kirishima held steady. “Babe. What’s wrong?”

Katsuki sneered at him. Maybe he wasn’t dreaming after all. Dream Kirishima wouldn’t treat him like this. “I hate you,” he muttered, eyes downcast and tears prickling at the ducts.

Kirishima shook his head and pulled Katsuki in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around him firmly and buried his face in blond hair. “You don’t mean that.”

“I do,” said Katsuki, with less heat this time, melting into Kirishima’s embrace.

Kirishima chuckled to himself. The vibration rumbled through Katsuki’s chest. “It’s cute how mad you are over the fact that I said your cooking was bad at breakfast this morning.” He pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s temple. “Let’s go home.”

“Fine, but not ‘cause you said so, because I’m tired.”

“Sure.” Kirishima lifted Katsuki into his arms like he was carrying a small child. Katsuki wrapped around him like a koala hugging a tree, refusing to let go.

A gift for ElkWisp, Su, Striscia, and Raei.

You can also read it on AO3.

[adooble]

stages of drunk kacchan

bonus: izukus notes on drunk kacchan

[rueclfer]

saturdays are for the blondes // fratboy smau part three

a/n: bakugou probs gives the bare fucking minimum as a frat boy like barely participates in the campaigns and rushes/recruitments and the only reason why he hasn't gotten booted yet is bc he's frat president kirishima's scary dog best friend and helps him make decisions lmao *written under cut*

denki kaminari, katsuki bakugou, hawks

"Embarrassing how much effort I put in for a man who doesn't even want me." You dramatically sigh as you gently tilt Katsuki's head back by his chin, and holding the opening of a chilled bottle of water up to his lips.

Walking out to see him alone under the dim buzzing light barely hanging onto to the roof and hunched over a bush with his palm pressed against the side of the frat house to hold himself up was a sad sight for you to see, but you couldn't help but enjoy the rare humiliation.

He scowls and swats your hand away, wiping his mouth against the back of his hand.

"The fuck are you talking about?" He coughs into the collar of his shirt.

"What? Am I wrong?" You press your lips together, suppressing a growing smile, and setting the empty bottle on the window ledge beside you

He rubs his temple in annoyance, clearly not near sober enough to have a conversation about his feelings. "Irritating as fuck is what you are."

With the noise of the party and thumping music leaking from inside of the house, you two were left alone by yourselves in the side yard with the occasional person or two stepping out for a smoke or to vomit.

"I'm just teasing, Kats." You chuckle, reaching up to rake your fingers through the sweaty strands of hair glued to his forehead. "It's not that serious."

"I told you not to come out here, didn't I?" He mumbles, closing his eyes and leaning his back against the wall.

"Well, Denki's occupied with the other brothers and I'm not going to leave you out here yacking in the bushes."

He remains silent for a moment, lazily intertwining his fingers with yours and swinging your hands from side to side.

"Dumbass." He murmurs under his breath. "Too nice for your own good."

"Trust me, I know." You roll your eyes. "Let's get you to your room? You look like you might drop any second." You attempt to wiggle your hand out of his iron grasp.

"It's too god damn loud in there." He groans "Stay here with me."

His flushed cheeks and swollen lips made his usual scowl falter into a perpetual pout, making your nerves twitch and it impossible to say no to him.

"You're not scared of anyone seeing us like this? Being so close? Me taking care of you?" You peer around for any sign of watching eyes.

"Like it matters. Everyone knows you're mine- or they should at least." He tightens his grip on your hand.

"Yeah? Prove it, then" You challenge, sparking a quirk of interest in his eyes.

A lazy smirk grows on his lips as he looks down at you through his lashes, scanning every corner of your face before he pulls you in against his chest and leans down to press a kiss to your lips.

"You wanna give everyone inside a show or some shit?" He mutters against your lips, peppering kisses in between every few words. "Give me 10 minutes with you out here and I can sober up real fuckin quick."

"That, or also," You wrap an arm around his torso, and the other slapping a hand over his mouth, pushing his face away. "you can ask me out on a date, dipshit."

He narrowed his eyes, furrowing his brows in the process.

"Nu uh. No fucking way. You don't want to go out with me."

"Yuh huh." You mock his drunken childish tone, keeping your hand clasped over his mouth. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because I think I love you." He muffles behind your hand. "So that'll be a fucking wreck for both of us."

"Wha-"

He pulls your hand away from his mouth and cuts you off with his lips with more desperation and force as he pulls you closer to him by the back of your neck and grip around your waist.

An efficient way to shut you up.

"Don't remind me about that tomorrow, alright?" He mutters against your lips, knowing well that if there's one thing his mind will cling onto in this drunken state, it'll be this moment with you in the side yard where your cheeks are perfectly flushed from the alcohol and cold nice breeze, your hands all over him, and his heart racing as he admit to you and himself for the first time that he loves you.

[slut-katsuki-bakugo]

I may not be able to get it down, but I sure can get it up for ya

[crybaby-bkg]

drunk Bakugou that keeps blinking big wet eyes up at you while you help him get undressed and brush his teeth and wash his face. he’s slurring the whole time about how much he loves you and how pretty you are and how you’re the better part of him and how he’s gonna marry you and give you two and a half kids and a dog and a cat. muffles half of his confessions into your stomach where he keeps resting his heavy head, and doesn’t care about the tears and and toothpaste he’s getting on you in the process. no, he doesn’t remember everything when he wakes up, but he has an idea of what he’s said when you wake up with a grin, ready and armed to tease him.

[socially-anxious-wizard]

Utterly convinced Katsuki and Izuku kissed once in middle school and Katsuki just completely forgot it was Izuku because it happened before Izuku socially transitioned and they just. Forget that Izuku is Trans.

[modharvest]

Liquid courage heard it helps!

[shutit-haha]

I wuv you

"I wuv yooou," you're big bulk of a boyfriend clung to your waist for dear life. His face was burred in your stomach, heavy hot breaths hitting your skin through the fabric of your clothes. Like the amazing person you were you came and picked up the blasted man, and may or may not have been trying to manipulate him right now.

"I wuv you too," he babbled into your stomach. God was he so easy to manipulate when he was drunk out of his mind.

"Do you," you winked at your phone. It was leaned up against the windshield recording from the safety of your dash. "I don't think you do," you gave him a fake little pout.

"No, I wuv you dumbass," he clung to you tighter. Red eyes peered up at you, bottom half of his face still hidden from view. "I wuv you," he sounded like a child.

"Katsuki," you pulled your hand out of his hair. "You don't love me anymore," you looked away to dramatically sulk.

"No," he sat up quickly. Too quickly, his vision spotted and his head hit the roof of the car. You watched the blonde wince, still speaking through the pain and confusion. "I do wuv you, I do."

"Awe bubba, you hit your head." You reached out for your darling boy, your poor drunk boy.

"Please don't leave me, I wuv you."

One hand cupped his face, thumb wiping away the tears he had begun to cry, the other rubbed soothingly at the top of his head. "Ok baby, ok. Calm down," you tried to reach for a water bottle but he kept your hands on him. He was all sniffly and whiny now, desperate for your affection.

"Please don' leave me, I wuv you, I promise."

"I'm just trynna get you water bubbas, you gotta let me go."

"No," he clung to you again, only this time you couldn't breathe.

"I'm right here, Katsuki-"

He groaned, "Katsuki!"

"Baby," you quickly corrected. You hadn't expected him to be so touchy about the pet-names. "I'm right here baby," you rubbed his back other hand reaching for the water. "Here," you twisted off the cap for him. "Drink," you put the bottle to his lips. The oaf had wrapped his hand around your in an attempt to hold the bottle himself only to spill it. "Ok, ok. It's fine, I got it, I'll take care of it." You had tried to climb into the backseat to get him a shirt, but he pulled you back by the waist. "Katsuki!"

"You're gonna- you're gonna leave me."

"I'm getting you a shirt," you tried once again to pull yourself through. "Baby please," you whined.

"You won't leave?"

"No," you sighed. "Baby, please you're being difficult."

"I'm sorry," he hesitantly let go of you. You watched over your shoulder as he sunk into the seat, hand over his eyes. The wet tracks left from his tears shimmered under the streetlight, hair a mess form his antics.

"Here," you handed the green shirt to him only for him to pull you into his lap. "Katsuki the car is not big enough for this," your head nearly hit the ceiling.

"Yes it is," he slurred, kneading your ass.

"No, really it's not."

"Don't care," he grumbled, "take it off for me." He kissed your neck, again, and again, and again. Your hands slowly worked at the buttons, startling when he nipped at your skin.

"Katsuki," you scolded. He huffed against your skin, kissing over the bite. You were halfway done with the buttons when he has started sucking. "Katsuki stop that, come on. Keep this up and you can undress yourself."

"Sorry," he grumbled only to play with your ass more instead. He'd push them together and then spread them apart. You undid the last buttons, his nose dragging up your neck. The blonde kissed behind your ear, and then nipped at the same place.

"Katsu," this time it was you grumbling. Your hands glided along his torso as you slid off his shirt, taking notice of how he shivered. His hips bucked underneath you, grinding against you. "Stop that," you shifted slightly to stop the recording on your phone. "You're drunk," you pulled the dark green shirt over his head.

"Please," it was such a soft whisper. "Please mommy." Your breath hitched, lust now planted within you. Ignoring the feeling you tapped his arm so that he could lift it. As you helped him get it through the sleeve he kissed along your shoulder. "Please, please mommy. Today's been such a stressful day, all I want is your warm fuckin' cunt." There he was grinding up against you again. This was all so new to you it was dizzying. Katsuki had never given you power like this, had never called you by that name, had never begged. He'd never spoken the way he was speaking right now. "I'll be a good boy now I swear." You put his arm through the other sleeve.

"Katsuki stop it." You were quick to slide off him, jumping back into your seat. You took in a steadying breath before leaning into his space yet again so that you could buckle him in.

"Please," he grabbed your wrist placing your hand on his bulge.

"You're drunk." You tried to pull away but he held you firm.

"I jus- just need a release."

"You're not in your right set of mind." Finally you managed to yank your hand away. "Here," you slammed the water bottle against his chest. He gulped half of it down, as you pulled out of the parking spot.

"Want you so fuckin' badly," he unzipped his pants.

"Katsuki no."

"Hurts," he whimpered. You glanced over at him, noticing the stain on his boxers from the precum. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road! "Gotta," he hissed beginning to pull it out.

"Katsuki stop, we are on the fucking street right now. Stop please," you were begging him. You were well over the speed limit, driving yourself crazy with not looking over at him again. "Baby please," you had changed your tone of voice, using something more sexy. "If you do this for me I promise I'll reward you."

He halted his movements with a hiss, whimpering and whining before speaking. "Promise?"

"Promise my love."

"Ok." Surprisingly, he listened, fixing his boxers and zipping up at his pants. The rest of the ride went smoothly after that, his head in your lap. When you finally pulled into your driveway you made him rink whatever it was he had left of his water. You then opened his car door, and helped him stumble to the door. "I behaved well for you," his voice was groggy, eyes barely open. The bulky man was leaning against the locked door, body swaying slightly.

"You did," you cooed bending down to untie his shoes. "You were a good boy," you tapped his leg so that you could slide the shoes off.

"Yeah," he swallowed dryly.

"Mhm, a very good boy." You took off the other shoe, setting it down beside it's pair.

"I wuv you." He stuffed his face in your shoulder as soon as you were back to standing up right.

"I know you do baby," you grabbed his hand. "I wuv you too," you led him to the bedoom.

"Mhm, yeah you do." He sat at the foot of the bed, eyebrows pinched together.

"You ok bubba?"

"Gotta-" He brought his fist up to his lips.

"Oh ok, ok. I gotch you." You rushed over to his side, helping him get to the bathroom. He dropped to his knees as soon as he was close to the toilet, one hand on the sink, the other on the tub to keep himself steady. "I got you," you rubbed his back, and pushed his bangs out of his face.

"I love you," his voice echoed in the bowl.

"I love you too, I'm gonna get you some water ok?"

"Don't leave," his hand blindly found yours.

"I'm gonna be right back."

He grumbled to himself incoherently before flushing the toilet. "Fine," he let go of you. When you came back not even two minutes later, he was sitting with his legs spread out on the floor. His back was up against the bath tub, hand over his eyes yet again.

"I brought you joggers lovely," you uncapped the water.

"Thank you," his hand once again grabbed yours. You only hummed, straddling him so that you could give him the water. His hands slid under your shirt caressing the warm flesh there. "Take this off," he murmered.

"Katsuki-"

"Wanna give you mine dammit, don' want it."

"Ok," you lifted your arms up. He pulled the shirt over your head, undoing your bra as well. Taking one more sip of water he then pulled his shirt off, putting it over you. "Better?"

He hummed carefully lifting you off him so that he may stand. "Pants," he grumbled making grabbing motions.

"Can you do it on your own?" You eyes him, as you passed the joggers.

"Course I can," he unzipped his pants. "Can I do it on my own," he grumbled to himself. The blonde roughly pulled up his sweats, not even bothering with the strings. When he was done you pushed him against he counter so that you may brush his teeth. You babied him way too much, but it was his fault for letting you.

"Ok now you ready?"

He nodded, following behind you like a duckling. "One more sip," he was sitting on the bed again. You brought the bottle to his lips, tilting it as soon as they parted. When he was finished you placed the bottle on the night stand and he pulled you on top of him. "You owe me a reward," his voice was husky with exhaustion.

"I do," you hummed. You placed your hand flat on his chest, arching your back with the excuse of needing to reach his cheek. You kissed it lightly, eyelashes tickling his skin. "There's your reward, goodnight baby."

"Shitty woman," he grumbled to himself. "night."

[mettywiththenotes]

Bakugou after Izuku rejects him

[sparklegoukatsuki]

had my mha themed 21st bday party this weekend including milo jeopardy so awesome and cool i love gay people and my friends

[aroiteroi]

🍻Drunk Dk🍻

Deku es de las personas que no se deja nada en el tintero, hablar es su mejor habilidad, por eso, cuando la bebida está involucrada, son sus acciones las que más hablan.

Marzo 2022

[kingkatsuki]

Mother Mitsuki, who despite Masaru’s pleas, is way too invested in Bakugou and your relationship.

[marimeeko]

It's been Sad Bakugou hours for at least 24 hours 😭

I decided that Katsuki has a little cat at home that will at least comfort him when he gets home after that party 🥲

[jacksonseymour13]

How come this Fandom doesn't hate any other characters besides AFO and Endeavor. Like am I supposed to sympathize with genociders because they were abused? Fuck that. It gets really old seeing the same tired post that "Endeavor bad because he hurt family" or "AFO bad because he durr evil" like spice it up a little and actually criticize the awfully written villains like Dabi and Shigaraki that show completely shuffles their characterization every season. The notion you have to scapegoat Endeavor and AFO because everybody else is doing is pathetic. Why are we ignoring Bakugou? Somebody that told another person to take a swan dive off the roof, bud legit suicide baited somebody that was already struggling. You mean to tell me because it happened in season 1 it's irrelevant? How come Endeavor's abuse towards his family gets acknowledged more? It's in the past and the guy stopped fucking doing it!

[aira-writes]

A Drunken Mess

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader ft. The Bakusquad

Genre: one-shot, imagines, fluff, crack, humor, college au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, contains cursing, suggestive, sfw

a/n: This has been on my drafts for months! (i always say that a lot lol) Plus it took me a lotta times to edit and arrange the plot because it was so soooo chaotic. I was confused as well HAHAHAHA. I really enjoyed writing this one, and have always been imagined that the Bakusquad would interact this way.

I hope you'll enjoy it! Some characters may be OOC but meh HAHHAAH i like the way I wrote their dialogues. Here to more oneshots with the Bakusquad! This may contain errors and typos or confusing scenes. I'll edit this again when I have the time.

Your head’s spinning. Everything’s spinning.

Why is everything spinning?

“Um, Bakugou please don’t be mad—”

(hUH? Why would I be mad?)

You don't know who's on the phone talking to who because your vision is blurry. All you could see is a red blurb, a few faces you can’t recognise— together with the bright lights as your surroundings looked more like a swirl the more you blink. The more you tried to decipher who was on the phone, the more your head hurt— and the fact that your head is throbbing and dizzy didn't help at all.

“Bakubro, just please promise first that you’re gonna keep the explosions to a minimum.”

Explosions? Why would there be explosions?! Are we being attacked?

(What are you on to, red-hair? Just spit it out already.)

“It's my fault for giving her that shot.” — Kami

“I told you we shouldn't!” — Mina

“But y/n kept begging me for it and told me she'll just try one—”

“That’s not the point Kami. Bakugou said no drinks for her and her alcohol tolerance is extremely low!”

“Uhh, guys?—” — Sero

“Sorry, I didn’t even think one shot would already get her drunk—” — Kami

“And it definitely didn't help the fact that you left her alone after I asked you to keep an eye on her while I pee! Thank god I found her and brought her back to our table. Could you imagine if we lost the drunk y/n!?” — Mina

“Guys, we have a small prob—” —Sero

“I just went out to refill my drink—” —Kami

“And since when did 'refill my drink' meant shoving down your tongue in someone's throat Kami!” —Mina

“GUYS!” The black haired shouted to catch everyone's attention—in sync with the loud smack of his hand onto a table. “Good, now I finally have your attention. As much as I don't want to interrupt your little bickering, we got a problem.”

(What's going on in there?) — Bakugou

The red haired covered his phone as he turned to Sero. “Wdym ‘we got a problem’?” confused.

(Oi, shitty hair. The hell's going on?) The red head sensed the irritation on Bakugou’s voice from the other side of the line. And he knew that he can't leave the explosive blonde hanging. He needed to reply back to Katsuki to make sure the guy won't go crazy and blow things off.

Especially when Kirishima's about to drop a big news that they accidentally let y/n get drunk after giving her one shot.

So before Sero could reply back to Kiri, the red head already turned back to his phone to answer Bakugou. “It’s about y/n. We accidentally let her get drunk—”

“—and apparently, she's missing—again.” —Sero cutted Kiri off, loud enough for Katsuki to hear.

(WHAT? YOU LET HER DRINK AND GET DRUNK? AND WHADYAMEAN AGAIN?)

“wait wtf! We lost her again? Damn it.” —Mina

“What? She was just here a few seconds ago—” —Kami

“It’s your fault Kami! If you weren't so damn busy kissing some random chick, we wouldn't have lost her in the first place. If you didn't give her the shot, she wouldn't be drunk in the first place!” — Mina

A loud sigh came from the other side of the line and it seemed like Bakugou is trying extremely hard to calm himself. (Lemme get this straight. You let y/n get drunk. And now, you lost her for the second time?)

“Hey, I already know that it's my fault. But you don't have to put all the blame on me.” —Kami

“Because it IS you're fault!” —Mina

“We just let her drink a few shots—” —Kiri

There was a lot of sighs and curses on the other end of the line and was soon followed by sounds that indicated Bakugou was moving around or smthn.

“It is my half my fault and I admit that. But now I think you gotta admit you're acting kinda jealous. Mina, if you actually wanted to be in her position, you could've just told me y’know.”

“Ha! I'd rather die than let you kiss me, you ass!”

(I’m on my way shitty hair.)

“You wouldn't be saying that if you actually tasted me—”

“Thinking about it is already enough to make me sick.”

“Then stop acting like you’re jealous and let me have my fun.”

“I’m not jealous! Get your head out of the gutter!”

“Guys, settle down would you—” Sero

“You def are, babe.” —Kami

“Ha! In your dreams.”

(Find her now. And text me the address.)

“Okay, bakubro. We’re gonna look for her now.” and then the line was cut off.

“Ooo I’d be dreaming about you, alright.”

“You fucking sh—”

“GUYS WE NEED TO FIND Y/N RN YKNOW.” —Sero

“What’s the commotion all about?” Kiri pocketed his phone and turned to the scene.

Kaminari was drunk and chuckling but cringing in pain. Mina’s eyes screamed blood murder and she was rabidly tugging on Kaminari’s blonde locks. Sero on the other hand was trying to pry off Mina from Kami.

Kiri sighed. “You’re all aware that Bakubro’s on his way here right?” The three turned to him. “So if we want to stay alive I suggest to get along for now and find his missing girlfriend.”

Mina finally let go of Kami’s hair and glared at him but nonetheless listened.

“I tried calling her phone multiple times but it just keeps ringing.” There’s worry evident in Mina’s face.

You drank one shot but your tolerance to alcohol is below average. And you also weren't aware the the alcohol content of the drink was extremely high resulting to a drunk y/n. When Mina went to pee, she asked Kami to keep an eye for you for a sec.

Only for her to return to a busy Kaminari sucking someone’s face off and no sign of you. Good thing she found you and immediately bought you back to the table. Only to lose you for the second time, argh.

“She wouldn’t be able to ignore her calls. She set her ringtone to be as embarrassing as ever right?” — Sero

“Yeah, so she’d answer it immediately.” — Kiri

“Umm, I think I kinda convinced her to put it on vibrate for the time being.” Mina exasperated.

They started searching for you with the goal in mind that they needed to find you sooner rather than later especially if they wanted to keep Bakugou’s explosion to a minimum.

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Your hair’s like a bird’s nest. You were giggly and was stumbling a bit but unharmed thank god. You didn’t know how you managed to get out of the bar without face planting on the floor. And you also don’t remember how you got here outside and why you’re sniffing this random flower—

Oh right you were puking.

The last thing you remember was hearing about explosions and then you decided you wanna slip out of the bar before the explosions start. You wanted to call 911 as well but couldn’t find your phone anywhere.

“There she is!” a familiar voice echoed.

“Would you stop taking pictures and help us Kaminari?”

“Oops, my bad.”

“Y/n! We’re so glad we found you.” you were enveloped into a hug by a pink blurb.

“You do know she’s covered in puke right?”

Mina ignored Kami but didn’t fail to send a death glare his way.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” the pink blurb tried to take you back to the car but you pried your body away from her.

You shook your head. “I ain’t *hic* going anywhere with you *hic* people.”

“We’re your friends y/n. We need to get you home—”

“How would I know *hic* that you guys *hic* are actually my friends *hic* and not *hic* some kidnappers, huh?” you backed away from Mina even more.

“We’ll call you to prove it.” Kiri took out his phone and dialed your number. “Check your phone.”

“—AHAHAAHAH THAT TICKLES.”

You all turned to Kaminari who was laughing maniacally. He took out something from his pocket—only to reveal it was your phone.

“I found y/n’s phone at the table.”

Mina smacked him at the back of the head.

“What was that for?” he whined and rubbed his sore spot.

“Why didn’t you say so earlier!”

“You guys were busy—and I kinda forgot.”

“KAMI!” they exasperated and yelled in unison.

“That’s mine!” you glared at Kami who looks nothing but a yellow blurb to you. You grabbed your phone from him. “You stole it *hic* didn’t you?”

Before Kaminari was able to reply back, your boyfriend's car arrived at the scene. He got out from his car and immediately ran towards where you guys are upon spotting you and his friends near the bushes.

He was only wearing sleeping clothes on. His black sleeveless skull t-shirt, a pair of slippers and his normally spiky hair—now messily plopped up on his head.

“Bakugou!” Mina shouted.

Everyone’s a bit relieved because worry was the only expression evident on Bakugou’s face and no anger.

“Should we tell him that his slippers are mismatched?” Kaminari whispered, eyes staring at the blonde’s feet.

“Nah.” Kirishima chuckled.

The worried blonde walked towards you. “Baby, let’s get you home—”

“Don’t *hic* touch me.” Slapping Bakugou’s hand away.

“Babe, you’re drunk—” the blonde tried to slowly reached for your arm but you backed away.

“Am not!” You almost stumbled. “Am not *hic* drunk.”

“You def are. I need to take you home.”

“No you’re not! As if I'll come with you, asshole.” you childishly stuck out your tongue at your boyfriend.

Kaminari stifled a snicker and Mina elbowed him.

“It’s me, dumbass, your boyfriend.” Bakugou held out an arm.

You stared at the outreached palm, then to his face, back to his arm and then to his face again. Then you scanned his whole body up and down—your face turning sour. “hAH! My boyfriend’s handsome.”

Bakugou looked down on the floor and chuckled, shaking his head a bit in amusement. “I don’t know if I should be flattered that you indirectly praised me for the first time or be insulted that you don’t recognize your own boyfriend, babe.”

“Leave me *hic* alone.” you whined.

“No, we gotta take you home, princess. You're drunk asf.”

“AM NOT COMING *hic* WITH YOU PEOPLE!” you shrieked and ran.

“Come back here, woman—” the explosive blonde ran after you.

“AaaAaaAaaH! NO!” and you kept running, your boyfriend chasing after you.

He never knew you could run this fast when drunk.

Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Kami just stared at the scene in front of them and with no signs of trying to help. Then Sero turned to the red head. “Should we—”

“Don't have to. Bakubro’s got it under control.” Kiri said with a grin on, eyes still staring at the chasing scene in front of them.

“If you say so.” Sero shrugged his shoulders and chuckled.

“I’m not playing y/n, just come here already and—”

“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME!”

The fact that you're still not caught by your boyfriend up until now—even when you're running with a bit of stumble and bad gait—amazes him.

“Uh—you guys wanna go back to the bar?” Mina asked as he turned to the guys. They all agreed in unison, turning their back against you guys and was now walking back towards the bar.

“Do they serve french fries? I’m craving french fries.”

“Me too.”

“Babe, just stop running already. You might trip and face plant on the floor—”

and then you did.

“Oh for fucks'sake.” Bakugou exasperated, worry evident on his face as he walked towards your lying body.

“NO, NO *hic* DON'T COME ANY *hic* CLOSER—AHH! HEL—”

“No kicking, woman—just—will you just—no you don’t—calm down, babe—”

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Then it suddenly quiet down, the four curious as to why.

They all turned back to see that Bakugou has an unpaintable face on and there was an evident sign of redness on top of his forehead. Kaminari failed to hide his snicker.

“I think Bakugou just got kicked in the face.” Sero voiced out and the four laughed and giggled. Then continued to walk inside the bar to resume partying.

“Be careful on the way home lovebirds!” Kaminari shouted out as he raised a hand to wave goodbye, not even turning around.

“That does it.” he growled.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME! A PERVERT’S KIDNAPPING MEE AAAAA!”

“Stop struggling woman or you'll fall off. Tch.”

But you kept struggling like a maniac, shrieking for help while currently plopped up on Bakugou’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes.

“HELP! HEL—”

“I’m never gonna let you drink again without my supervision, shitty woman.”

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