"Dad!"
Y/n throws herself into Aizawa-sensei's arms, nearly knocking him over. He's taken a shower. His hair is washed, clothes and bandages changed. She hugs him and he returns the affection, brushing her hair back from her forehead and smiling down at her.
"I can't believe you're coming home! Yay!" She beamed and acted like a brat. I huffed, rolling my eyes as she grinned up at him, her eyes shining with an odd, joyous light which expressed only happiness. I shoved my hands deep into my pockets and slouched as I watched them.
His eyes flicker up to mine. He strides over and shakes my hand. "It's nice to see you, Bakugou."
"Tch," I bit out, "No it's not. Now c'mon, let's get out of here."
Y/n heads over, grabbing my hand in hers as she drags me to the parking lot. We pack ourselves in the car and Aizawa begins driving.
***
"Y/n, come here for a second, would ya?"
She blushes wildly as she pushes herself up off of my chest, her cheeks flushing madly. "I'm coming!" she calls over her shoulder.
"That's what you said last night," I grin. She smacks me upside the head and leaves. I sit up on my elbows, wiping my mouth. We'd been making out and I probably would have gotten some. Until that bitchy bastard broke in.
"Why is my alcohol supply down?" I hear him ask.
Uh-oh.
"Hm?"
"I asked, why is my supply of alcohol down? My wine isn't in here."
"Dad, should you really be drinking only two hours after you got out of the hospital?"
"I suppose not, but I wanted to have a glass of red wine as I graded these papers." I could just imagine him shaking a roll of papers tied together with a rubber band, and I had to stifle my laughter.
"Oh... well, please don't be mad, but I tried some. I was really thirsty and couldn't find water, not a single drop!"
"So you drank an entire bottle of red wine instead of getting tap water or going to the store?" His voice was eerily calm and quiet.
"Yes...."
"Y/n.... What the fuck?"
The way he said it, completely calm and normal and dry, made me bust out laughing. I rolled off of the bed and hit my forehead on the night counter as I laughed. I clutched my belly and howled like a hyena, tears of mirth glowing in my eyes. I slapped a hand over my mouth, eyeballs wide and bulging, trunk heaving up and down as I stayed there perched on the floor upon my knees, stifling my screams of hilarity.
2nd Person
You stood there, smiling crookedly with your hands spread as you shrugged your shoulders, trying to make this lie as believable as possible.
"Y/n," he said as he stared at you, "I'm gravely disappointed. Really, I am."
"Dad, are you mad?"
"Yes. You cannot be drinking. You're fifteen."
"And you're only fifteen years older!"
"Which makes me justified. After all, I am an adult."
"Fine, I won't do it again."
"Since this is the first time, I'll let you off. Only because I'm tired is the reason I'm not grounding you. Now go to your room!"
"Whatever." You huffed as you stormed back to your bedroom.
When you came in, you collapsed into laughter too with your boyfriend, ignoring the fact that Aizawa could hear you two.
"That was amazing! Oh gosh, you're a certified genius!" he cried out.
You both stood up and returned to the bed to watch a movie.
***
"No! NO!" Katsuki dug through the dirty snow, panicked thoughts racing through his mind, crashing and bumping against each other. His throat was hoarse and bloody. Leaves showered down in his hair as he dragged himself backward by his fingernails. Everything was sticky and slow.
He could hear it advancing upon him. Disgusting noises of the thing wetly smacking and slipping and sliding across the ice. And he couldn't do anything. His quirk was useless. He screamed as he looked around in the darkness, the trees throwing pools of darkness across the path. He scrambled to his feet, which stuttered over the twigs and wet, spongy leaves which were plastered to the ice. He slipped and cracked his head on the hard icy earth as his fingers scrabbled for purchase, his sneaker toes digging for a foothold, a groove.
He felt iron fingers wrapping around his ankles and dragging him back. He screamed as he pounded his palms against the earth, trying to trigger off his explosions, but they were only sparks. His breath came in harsh, hoarse wheezes and thin, strengthless shrieks.
"Y/N!!!"
