i dont need your help; k. bakugou

fifteen

15

the time that class A was away, the support course students had finally gotten a well deserved break from constantly fixing costumes.

by the end of the week, they'd gotten so much work done in place of the time they'd usually spend fixing broken costumes, and had decided they needed to celebrate a little.

izuku and y/n, along with their other friends in their class, gathered in their common room on friday evening, and decided to have some drinks. they knew underage drinking was probably not the smartest idea, but someone had managed to scrape some up from somewhere so they figured, why not?

they deserved a celebratory drink. what was the worst that could happen?

y/n and izuku had gone to the common room together, running a little late as y/n often did, and when they walked in they were met with 6 tall bottles of vodka and plenty of mixers.

someone had brought cups. someone had, for some reason, brought paper straws. and someone brought a litre bottle of fizzy.

this would be a fun night, she was sure.

pouring two shots, she brought them back to izuku and say down next to him. "are you ready to get shitfaced?" she smiled and izuku nodded.

"i'm so glad we're doing this on a friday. can you imagine being hungover and having to go to class?" he laughed.

they both took the shots and shivered when they felt the burn of alcohol in the backs of their throats.

"yuck," y/n grimaced, and went to get two more but with mixers this time.

as the night went on, the class got more and more drunk.

she got to see which of her classmates were tired drunks, which ones were talkative drunks, and which ones made terrible, terrible mistakes when they were drunk.

she, of course, was the last one.

when she woke up the next day with a pounding headache, she checked her phone for the time and saw...so many texts from bakugou.

groaning, she reached for her bag, hanging from a post on the end of her bed, and rummaged around in it for painkillers.

after taking them, she crashes back onto the bed and falls back asleep.

two hours later someone starts banging on her door.

"fuck off!" she yells, voice muffled by her blankets, but the knocking continues.

slowly, she drags herself out of bed and over to the door, pulling it open slightly.

"hi," izuku murmurs, just as hungover as she was. "how are you feeling?"

"awful. what do you want?" she asks, scrunching her eyes shut at the bright lights in the corridor.

"painkillers, if you have any. and for you to just fucking message kachaan so he'll stop calling me over and over," he sighs.

"oh, shit. i completely forgot. i saw his texts earlier but i went straight back to sleep. and yeah, i have some painkillers," she says, opening the door further so izuku can come inside.