Drunk on you

Mistakes & More

Bakugou woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, the memories of the previous night's events slowly seeping back into his consciousness. He turned his head to the side and found Deku still asleep beside him, his peaceful expression belying the whirlwind of emotions that had unfolded between them.

As Bakugou carefully extricated himself from the tangle of blankets, he couldn't ignore the flutter of unease in his chest. What had started as a simple desire for companionship and distraction had led to a night of unexpected intimacy. He knew he should've been more responsible, more aware of the consequences of his actions, but in the heat of the moment, it was easy to let his guard down.

As he gathered his clothes and began to dress, Bakugou couldn't shake off the guilt that gnawed at him. He glanced one last time at Deku's sleeping form, his expression conflicted. With a sigh, he quietly slipped out of the room, leaving behind the warmth and comfort of Deku's bed.

Bakugou made his way through the apartment, his footsteps quiet as he tried not to disturb anyone else who might be asleep. But just as he was about to slip out the door, he found himself face to face with Todoroki, who was sitting on the couch with a book in his hands.

"Leaving already?" Todoroki's voice was calm, but there was a hint of disapproval in his eyes.

Bakugou paused, his hand still on the doorknob. "Yeah, had some stuff to take care of."

Todoroki closed his book, his gaze steady on Bakugou. "You know, it's kind of crappy to leave without saying anything to anyone."

Bakugou shrugged, trying to play it cool. "I'm not the 'goodbye' type."

Todoroki's expression remained unchanged. "I heard the two of you last night, you know."

Bakugou's eyes widened, his heart skipping a beat. He hadn't thought anyone else would've heard them, and the realization that Todoroki knew about what had transpired between him and Deku made his cheeks heat up.

Todoroki's gaze softened slightly. "I'm not dumb, Bakugou. And honestly, it's not my business. But I do know that Midoriya cares about you, and you clearly care about him too."

Bakugou clenched his jaw, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and frustration. "It's not that simple, half 'n half."

Todoroki sighed, leaning back on the couch. "I never said it was. But if you're going to be in Midoriya's life, you need to be honest with him."

Bakugou's shoulders tensed, his internal turmoil growing. "I'm not ready for that shit right now, okay? Just... mind your own business."

Todoroki's gaze didn't waver. "Fair enough. But you should know that running away from your problems won't make them disappear."

With that, Bakugou pushed open the door and left the apartment, his heart heavy with a mix of emotions. As he walked down the hallway, he couldn't shake off the weight of Todoroki's words. He knew that he needed to confront the mess he had created, not just with Kirishima, but also with Deku.

Bakugou arrived back at his apartment, the conversations and emotions of the morning still swirling within him. He needed some kind of outlet, something to clear his head and make sense of the mess he had gotten himself into. Without much thought, he changed into his running clothes, lacing up his sneakers tightly.

The rhythmic pounding of his footsteps on the pavement was soothing in its own way. As he jogged through the streets of the city, his thoughts raced alongside him. He couldn't shake the guilt he felt for his actions, for hurting Kirishima and getting entangled with Deku in such a messy way.