What If I Jumped? (Kiribaku)

• Chapter Thirty-five •

Kirishima's pov

I woke up on the cold floor next to Bakugo. My head was pounding and I felt like I was about to throw up. I couldn't remember how I got to the common room, the last thing I recalled was being cuddled up to Bakugo in bed.

Maybe someone brought us down here as a prank?

Slowly but surely, I managed to stand up. I made wobbily steps all the way to the couch, sitting next to a sleeping Sero. It seemed I was the only person awake here.

Looking around, I began to figure out what actually happened. There was plastic cups and trash everywhere. Smells of alcohol lingered everywhere and some bottles were even still on the tables. It was clear that I had drank. Vague memories came back to me, most being about Bakugo dancing.

I checked the time on my phone, changing the brightness to low. It was 1 in the afternoon on a Friday. We're screwed.

I looked over to the entrance of the common room, laughing nervously when I saw our homeroom teacher.

"Would you like to wake up everyone and then explain to me why you all found having a party was more important than attending school?" He asked me sarcastically, though it was more of an order.

"Yes sir, sorry sensei." I ignored the dizziness and reached over to the person next to me, slapping his chest which woke him up.

"Sero, wake up dude, Aizawa sensei is here and he's pissed off-"

"Huh?!" Sero twisted his head to see said teacher, eyes wide in panic, "H-hi, sensei. How was your day?"

I snickered a bit as Aizawa replied, "Wake everyone up and then clean everything. Now."

"Yes sensei!" Me and Sero chimed together.

We drowsily stood up and started to get everyone up with us. I went to Bakugo and shook him slightly, making him stir in his sleep.

"Baku, wake up baby~" I knelt at his side.

"Kiri? Is that you?" He asked sleepily.

"Yeah, it's me. Now get up, our teacher is here."

"He is?" He groaned and put his arms out, stretching before he stood up. I got up myself and we walked over to Aizawa.

"Sensei, sorry, we thought it was the weekend."

"That makes it worse, you're all underage! You're saying you would've got drunk either way?"

"Uh..no?" I answered unsurely.

Baku interrupted us, saving me from having to speak, "Sir, we're sorry that this happened and that we didn't go to school, but-"

"There is no 'but', everyone is now in trouble. You all get a detention on Monday. Sort yourselves out first." With that, he left.

I let out a sigh of relief when he was out of sight, turning to my boyfriend, "Let's leave before we have to clean too."

He grabbed my hand with his and dragged us to his room, luckily no one saw.

I was happy when I saw that the door was now fixed. We stepped in and went to the bed. I got the feeling to gag again and I walked to the bathroom, "Baku, I'm gonna be sick, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be sorry, it's okay!" He shouted from the room.

Suddenly the door to the bathroom opened and Bakugo entered, he knelt behind me and held my hair back whilst rubbing my back as I threw up.

Once I finished, I washed my mouth out with some of Bakugo's mouthwash, of course with his permission.

We were now standing next to the sink, looking at eachother.