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Y/N honestly wasn't sure how long they had been out there, drinking and smoking and getting completely smashed. Someone had started playing some music on one of their phones at some point and they had started dancing, trying to get some of the alcohol out of their systems faster, so they could go and drink more. They had to get rid of all the bottles after all, because no one was going to take them back home. That would just be too much hassle.

By the time school was out Y/N was already way too drunk to stand straight. She had no idea how she had gotten this drunk this quickly, but maybe drinking really fast had something to do with it. Or mixing drinks. Or not eating a lot. It was probably a combination of all three things. Either way, this wasn't the first time Y/N had made this mistake and it definitely wouldn't be the last time. She liked drinking, she liked to drink a lot and she especially liked to drink with her friends when she felt overwhelmed with life and life's pressures. This was probably going to lead her to alcoholism at some stage, but she could worry about that when it was time to worry about that.

At least Y/N wasn't the only one that was completely gone. Kumiko was lying on the wall they were all sitting on and she looked like she was about to fall asleep. She had smoked about half a pack of cigarettes at this point and wasn't really speaking coherently anymore. Akiko had gone to the stage where she was very calm and philosophical and Y/N and Yamaji were only just getting started. The two of them had started dancing a good while ago and they didn't really intend to stop. Y/N was almost certain that one of them would get injured if they continued like that.

Not that she cared much. If she got injured, then she would at least have an excuse not to take part in the hellish training that Aizawa always devised for them. She'd be way too hungover tomorrow to go to school anyway, so she could just take the entire weekend to relax and do nothing and wallow in self-pity because she was in pain and she had a bad headache, since she had been drinking way too much. Honestly, if Y/N didn't stop drinking soon, things would start spinning a little too much and she really wanted to avoid that feeling of nausea.

She technically should start being a little more careful, since school was out and some of her classmates (and God forbid, even teachers) would probably pass by this empty parking lot and see them. Which would be a terrible look, because she had skipped a lot of class just to go and get drunk and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold it together in front of any of her classmates or teachers. If she met someone, she could just hope that it was one of her classmates and that they weren't going to snitch. Or maybe it would be better if they did snitch - she did want to get expelled after all. It seemed so difficult to get out of this thinking pattern of not getting into trouble.

"Oh God... Y/N, we literally missed you so much. Not just since you were gone, but since you had your little depressive episode back home." Yamaji said to her. Y/N laughed and shook her head.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I had no such thing as a depressive phase. I was just... contemplating life." Y/N answered and chuckled, before leaning against the wall and breathing heavily. She did not feel too good.

"Well, that sounds pretty depressing to me, to be honest." Yamaji muttered and hopped back onto the wall, almost falling over. Y/N laughed and shook her head. If she was honest, she had been pretty depressed back home. She felt like she was still pretty depressed, but right now she felt great. That was, until a car pulled into the parking lot and Y/N started panicking... and for good reason.

Once she looked a little closer at who was in the black car, she knew that she was fucked. She was completely fucked and even the thought of that wasn't enough to sober her up quickly. To her horror, she was watching the door of the car opening and out stepped Shouta Aizawa. Her homeroom teacher. Fucking hell, and she was still in her U.A. school uniform. This just wasn't good. She had been skipping class all day, she was drunk as a skunk and she knew she had lost every filter she might have ever had. And Aizawa did not look happy at all.

"Hey, Y/N, you know this guy?" Akiko asked her when she saw the shock on Y/N's face. Y/N gulped and nodded.

"Mr Aizawa! What are you doing here? It's so good to see you outside of school, now I know at least that you have a life." Y/N replied. She could hear a few gasps from her friends behind her and some chuckles. Aizawa didn't look too impressed and Y/N was a little scared of what was going to follow.

"So that's what you're doing in your free time then? No wonder you can't keep up. Is this where you've been the second half of the day?" Aizawa asked her. Y/N sighed. Her head was spinning like hell and she felt like everything was getting much dizzier than before. She just nodded.

"What of it? I was having fun at least..." Y/N replied, slurring her words considerably. She hated that she was aware enough to realise how much of an idiot she was making of herself right now. And she could see in Aizawa's eyes that he was judging her. He was judging her a lot right now.

"Damn it, Y/N, you smell like a whole damn brewery. How much have you had? How did you even- no, nevermind, I don't wanna know or I'm going to have to do something about it." he grumbled.

"I only had a few drinks, Mr. Aizawa. Relax. I'm absolutely fine." she told him, knowing full well that she was clearly not fine. But if he would just leave her alone and give her a few hours to get sober again, then she'd be fine. She'd be perfectly fine. She'd be able to make her way home, at least.

"You're not even close to being fine. Come on, you can't walk around like this. You're going to get into even more trouble." he told her. Y/N wasn't sure what he meant. She looked back at her friends, but the motion made her head spin. This wasn't good. This wasn't good at all. What the fuck did Aizawa mean?

"What are you gonna do about it? I'll be fine, just give me a few hours and..." she mumbled, losing track of what she was going to say. She really couldn't be bothered trying to think straight right now.

"I'm not going to give you anything. I'm taking you home, so you can get sober somewhere I can have an eye on you. If you try to sober up on your own at home who knows what will happen. I'm not taking that chance. Get in the car." Aizawa told her. Y/N grinned at him, still not really understanding what he wanted.

"You're taking me home with you? Kind of inappropriate, don't you think, Mr. Aizawa?" she asked, grinning smugly. She could hear one of her friends facepalm behind her. She was making an idiot of herself, wasn't she? She really hated herself right now, but what was done was done.

"You gotta be kidding me. Get in the car. Now. Or would you prefer me to call an ambulance that'll get you to the hospital so you can sober up there?" he wanted to know. Y/N sighed and turned back to her friends, pointing helplessly at Aizawa who was standing right behind her.

"Guys, looks like I gotta go. Let me know when you get home safe..." she mumbled, stumbling forwards a few steps. She could see her friends exchanging a few worried glances.

"Sure... You let us know when you're safe, too, okay?" Akiko replied, glaring at Aizawa, as if he was the enemy. But Y/N knew that he was just trying to look out for her and he wasn't the enemy and if she was honest, she probably could have easily died if she had been left alone in her room.

"Will do!" Y/N said and waved at them, before turning around. The movement was making her feel sick.

"Well, let's go, Mr. Aizawa. I'm ready to get sober." she mumbled. Aizawa pinched the bridge of his nose.

"In the back of the car. And let me know when you feel sick, so I can pull over in time. And the three of you - you better clear out of here really damn quick or I'm calling the cops on all your asses. Understand?"