It's Never An Accident (bkdk) VOL 1

thirty-two

Izuku's PoV:

As I read the manga I had picked up from the bookstore earlier that day, I head my door open ajar. "Hey, you coming to this party or not?" Shinso asked me. "Dad's not home, so it's not an issue with sneaking out."

I set my book down and gaze up at the door before stretching my arms out in front of me. A party, who would throw a party on a Sunday night? An idiot, that's who.
"Who's party is it?" 

Hitoshi rolls his eyes before taking a deep breath. Well, this isn't certainly good? 

"Bakugo's. It's Bakugo's party, okay?"

I sigh and stand up from my bed before walking to my closet and getting a hoodie and ripped jeans, "I'll be out in a few minutes..."

...

After putting my clothes on as slowly as I humanly possibly could manage to do, Shinso drove us over to Katsuki's house. He drove up to the side of the road, behind the other cars that were already lined up at the entrance. 

"Listen," He began before hearing a chant along the lines of 'chug,' "Don't get wasted like last time." He looked over at me and gazed down at his week-old drink in the cupholder. It was clearly just water due to no scent to it. "You promise? I can't stay by your side here." 

I nod before reaching for my door handle. "You haven't spoken yet," He said. I look back at him. He was settled down in his seat with his phone sitting on top of his thigh while the keys were wrapped around his hand in the rustic-looking Lanyard. "Are you sure everything is okay with you?" He looks ahead, "You just haven't been your usual self in a while."

I hesitate when moving my hand away from the handle but do so anyways for Shinso's sake. "Shota already asked me if I wanted therapy, stuff like that." I slide back into my seat before watching a person puke into the neighbor's lawn. I knew their house would be recked after tonight. "I declined, said I didn't need it." I gape over at him, "Cause I'm fine, always have been okay with whatever." 

His eyes were filled with regret. The regretfulness of bringing me here in the first place. "I'm here if you need anyone, got that?" He brought a hand towards my head before running his fingers through my hair. "I'm always here, I'm not a bitch like them," He rephrased, just before pulling his hand down and looking at me once more, "Now, if you feel like going home just let me know. Call me if you cannot find me anywhere around." 

...

After I stood there at the party awkwardly in the corner, not knowing anyone there, I started to get a little bored of everything. How does he know so many people anyway? I never knew he was this popular. Girls that looked to be in college were there too, shoving their tounges down guy's throats that they probably didn't know anything about, let alone met before.
All I could do was a gag in my head while my face stayed neutral. 

"ASHTON, HURRY UP AND GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!"

Ashton was here. Katsuki was yelling his name towards the top floor of his own house. I shouldn't be calling him Katsuki. It shouldn't ever have been Kacchan either. Just, Bakugo. The plain old asshole Bakugo that I always had known since birth. 

Disregarding Shinso's words, I walk over to the bar and get myself a drink. I couldn't chug it, I was lightweight. I barely even drank, but things were shit. I had nobody by my side right now, nobody would be able to stop me. 

I would rather feel nothing than see the ash-blond boy's dark red crimson eyes gaze at me ever again.  I would rather die, jump off a damn cliff, do anything I had to just to get away from his sight. 

I take another deep swig out of my red solo cup, already feeling tipsy after a few minutes. I could not get drunk, not here. I'd do something stupid then just wake up and go to school with a hangover and be lectured by Shinso.

A couple swings around me. This was my final straw. I walk over to the trees. A few people were spread out, people like me. Losers, loners, nerds. I sit down on the brick fence. It wasn't tall enough to even be a fence...

"Deku?"

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