Everyone is passed out within hours of my first drink, well chug. Everyone except for me.
I stumble out of Minas room closing the door quietly with a giggle.
I should talk to Monoma! I'll tell him all about how I feel!
I wait for the negative voice telling me not to but besides for a small cough and a petal or two, there's nothing. I grin.
I stumble drunkenly to Monomas room, an excited grin covers my face.
I knock a little to quick and a little to harshly on the boys door and I wait for an answer. I'm about to knock again when I hear some shuffling and the door opens.
I lean against the door frame in my sexiest way possible. It probably would've worked if I hadn't practically fell on my face. The only thing stopping me from that embarrassment was the blond boy in front of me who catches me and holds me up.
"Denki?" It doesn't register at first that that is not Monomas voice. My vision is blurred enough to from the alcohol I can't really make out his face.
"Monoma! You're so pretty." I slur, hiccupuping once. I lean in to hug him, resting my head in the crook of his neck and from the corner of my eye I make out what seems to be a grimace.
"Not Monoma." The blond mutters sleepily. I move my head and grab the man's face, pulling him I'm while squinting, our noses nearly touching. It takes me a minute before I let put a dramatic gasp and a giggle.
"Sorry Ojiro." I say still slurring. I hear a soft sound and I turn to see another blond who I frown and squint at, trying to figure out who they are. The person averts their eyes and walks away quickly.
"You reek of alcohol, Denki." Ojiro says. "Where the hell did you get it?"
I giggle and shrug.
"Fuck it I'm taking you to Sero. I'm to tired for this."
"Sero is cool! I like Sero." I say, not really knowing what i was saying as I look for Ojiros tail. Ojiro sighs and stands next to me, using his long tail to wrap around my hips to hold me steady while he wraps one arm around my shoulders. I grin with delight and begin petting and playing with his tail gently.
Monoma
I walk down the hallway with a fond smile as I recall my and Shinsous conversation from earlier.
About an hour ago
I hesitate in front of Shinsous dorm. Nervousness courses through my body.
I have to tell him but I'm scared to. I don't want to break up but what if?
I cut the thought off and take a deep breath to center myself. It's okay Neito. Nothing will happen. I'm already five minutes late and I just know my boyfriend will be nervous.
I'm never late.
I hesitate but after a second I reach for the door know and head inside, closing the door gently behind me.
Shinsou is sitting on his bed tapping his fingers on a steaming mug of coffee, a mug that looks just like a black cat. He said it reminds him of his cat Loki. I smile at the thought.
"You're late." He says bluntly, relief in his voice.
"I'm sorry. I have to... I have to tell you something." My voice is filled with anxiety, my face serious.
"I do to." Shinsou mutters. "But you first."
A sigh and run my hands through my hair. How to start?
"So I know what I'm going to tell you is a lot and if you decide to break up with me I don't blame you, but I feel like you need to know. And God I'm nervous." The words rush out and I'm mumbling more than Midoriya.
"Monoma you're scaring me, whats going on?" His foot is tapping and with how his hands are shaking I'm worried his steaming hot coffee my burn him. I sit next to him and take his mug. He hesitates before giving it to me willingly, immediately picking at his skin. "You arent... breaking up with me right?!"
"Oh baby, no! Of course not!" I say and take his hands in mine. "I love you Shinsou."
"Please hurry up and tell me..." Shinsou says calming slightly.
"S-so I kind of maybe, love Denki. I still love you a lot and I know it's weird and I'm sorry if it makes you uncomfortable." I'm about to continue on when Shinsoh starts laughing, laughing like he doesn't believe me. "I'm not kidding!"
"I'm not. I'm not laughing at that love, it's just..." He has a soft smile gracing his lips and I just want to kiss them. "That was my news."
"It was?" It's my turn to laugh now and I hug the boy in front of me knocking him down and into his mountain of pillows.
"Yeah. Do you want to tell him?"
"Yes but I think it should only be one of us to start. I don't want to overwhelm him and make him feel pressured to join our relationship if that's what you want?"
"I would love it if we could all be a power throuple." The purple haired man chuckles. "And as much as I want us to tell him together, I see your point. I think maybe you should talk to him love."
"Tonight?"
"It's 1:30 in the morning but you can always see if he's still awake. He usually is but who knows." I nod at his words and smile.
Currently
We had cuddled for five more minutes before I left. I hadn't walked far when I heard Some chattering in one of the branches of the dorms. I turned to look and realized it was Hagakures and Ojiros wing, Their wing having rested a floor below mine. Im about to turn away and keep walking when I see Denki who seems to be flirting with Ojiro and... Dear God did he just kiss his throat?
I feel a sharp pang of longing and the sting of attempted tears. After a minute Denki seemed to realize I was there and turned with a glower. I avert my gaze and walk away, sadness filling my heart.
I had hoped he would be interested in us but he's clearly interested in Ojiro.
Fuck.
Shit.
How will I tell Shinsou?
I walk to my dorm with a singular tear rolling down my face. This sucks.
Hey lovelies! Per request I updated it. I was gonna make it longer but my neck ACHES and I've been babysitting my year and a half old niece and she insists on being carried so my arm also aches.
Luckily it's still one of my longer chapters so I hope you enjoy anyway!-Love Saturn
(PS: I plan on updating tomorrow and will likely be doing a small time skip soon.)
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