Neither do I

The thing about Smirnoff is that it tastes too much like soda that you'll chug it down without even a second thought. And because of how harmless it tasted, you won't hesitate to drink a couple more of it until it finally hits you that you drank 5 bottles and your weak alcohol-laden mind is finally spinning and pulsating and basically, you're dancing all over the place.

"So like, Deku-kun, I woke up you know, gasping!" Ashido shared animatedly.

Somehow, they started referring to each other on a first-name basis throughout the night of drinking.

"Yeah?" Deku nodded because he didn't really know what else to do. His face was numb, the lights seemed blurry and leaving trails, and his limbs felt light like he could do the most gymnastic maneuver and he would ace it.

He didn't really know what was going on in the first place.

Izuku shifted his attention to a table a couple of meters away from them, where a small circle of people formed because Kirishima and Bakugo were having an intense arm wrestling competition.

The both of them seemed really close. This is the first time he has seen Kacchan act so unrestrained around someone that's not Deku, and the thing was that he acted a different type of relaxing around Kirishima that further made him worry.

"Because I had a dream that my mom gave away my dog just because I left for college! Like, oh my God!"

"Oh my God," Deku said.

"I know right!" Mina groaned. "So Eijirou stirred beside me and asked me why I was crying so early in the morning--"

"What?" Deku blinked slowly, it felt like a cold hand just slapped him across the face.

"Eijirou!" She impatiently repeated. "You know, my fuck buddy--"

"Fuck buddy?!"

"What, don't tell me you don't know what a fuck buddy is? It's when two friends casually fuck--"

"I know what a fuck buddy is!" He embarrassedly exclaimed. "I just didn't think you guys were... Like that."

"I thought you and Bakugo were like that!" Mina snorted. "I actually thought that we'll stop our arrangement once Eijirou met when explodo boi here since it seemed like he really liked Bakugo. But Bakugo told him he was in love with someone and wasn't interested in anyone but that person. And we all know that person is you."

She winked at him. He swallowed the imaginary lump in his throat.

"Oh, wait, let me clear this up! Even if we're fuck buddies, the both of us are kinda romantic so we fuck each other exclusively. So if a miracle occurred and Bakugo agrees, then the deal between Eijirou and I is off. So here we are, he's still stuck with me."

Even under the changing neon lights of the bar, Izuku's face was crimson. And it wasn't because of the alcohol, this conversation was enough to slightly clear his mind up.

"Minaaaaa!" Kirishima emerged out of the crowd, wrapping his masculine arms around Ashido's waist. Deku wasn't really sure if it was because Kirishima's drunk but he was currently sobbing.

"Are you okay, big boy?" Mina cooed, reciprocating the embrace. "Was Bakugo being a dick again?"

"He was the one who asked for a fight," Bakugo joined in as well. A couple of people were cheering his name on. "Relax, Deku. I can see your reaction. We didn't punch each other to death. We had an arm wrestling competition."

"I saw."

Kacchan hummed. "Are you ready to go? The excitement wore me out."

"Isn't it too early to leave?"

"It's 3 in the morning,"

"Oh shit,"

"I know," Kacchan smiled. "Way past your bedtime. Come on," As soon as Izuku started walking towards him, he tripped on his own feet. Good thing Kacchan caught him just in time. "Jesus fucking Christ, Deku."

"Tipsy..." Deku reasoned out.

"I know," He said. "Pinky, Shitty Hair, catch you later!"

How they got home, it was slightly a blur.

But the memories of after they arrived were clear as day.

They were lying down on Kacchan's bed, ripping each other's clothes like animals in heat. His skin was hot and drenched in sweat against Kacchan's. He would've thought it was disgusting in a normal situation, but right now he would trade the world for it.

"Izuku," He cupped Deku's face with his palms as if he was the most fragile thing in the world.

Deku smiled, his eyes filled with a mist of love and desire. "Kacchan,"

They both leaned down at the same time, their lips touching and it felt like the whole room just exploded in flames. Kacchan's mouth tasted like a concoction of alcohol and fruits. His tongue was warm, wet, and sticky and it made his knees go weak just like last time.

Just like last time...

Deku's eyes snapped open.

There was a last time!

"Kacchan," He whispered. "I--"

Katsuki pulled away, abruptly. Deku involuntarily whimpered in response. Come back,

"You want me to stop?" Kacchan asked, equally breathless.

"N-n-n-n-no..." Deku trailed off.

"Neither do I,"