The Boy In The Black Mask (BkDK)

Why

Bakugo POV

We eventually stopped and I looked out the window to see a well known bar. Not famous but well known. The Dragons Cave. Of all places this is not what I was expecting.

"Wtf dunce face why are we going here for the shitty meet up!?" "Chill bakubro it ain't that deep we're just illegally driving and gonna illegally drink not that big a deal." Not that big a deal?! If I get caught that'll be out in my permanent record this could royally screw up my life. When I get out of this I'm gonna fucking kill them.

Timeskip to when they are all inside

So apparently their "disguises" as 20 year olds worked and now the extras that call themselves my friends and I are sitting at the bar. Dunce face is chugging a bear while shitty hair and pinky are chanting chug. And Soy Sauce Face is just sitting there watching with udder concern or disbelief I can't really tell. Anyways I just got vodka and I was watching the drunken people on the dance floor.

"I'm going to the bathroom. Don't die while I'm gone." I don't think anyone heard me but I didn't stay to check.

When I got to the bathroom it reeked of puke and alcohol. I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. After finishing my business I went back out to the squad. Pinky was drunken dancing, dunce face was passed out on the counter, Soy Sauce Face was watching after dunce face, and hair for brains was with Pinky.

I got another shot of vodka. And another. And another. And another.

I was drunk now and every noise seemed a little louder than before, every touch felt like lightning through my skin, and my stomach felt like it was doing a whole ballet. Dancing and prodding underneath my skin making have the urge to puke. I honestly feel terrible and I have no common sense.

(I need fresh air before I pass out)

I went outside planning on just getting a few breaths of not alcohol poisoned air.

When I got out the door after tussling and getting bumped around in the crowd I felt almost a calming sensation. Being away from all the noise was nice, I was overstimulated and I didn't even notice it. I took a moment to analyze my surroundings before my eyes locked onto a convenience store right next to the bar.

Naturally I went in still in my half-drunken state when I opened the door there was classical music in the background and looked like your standard convenience store. There were chips l, soft drinks, candies, earbuds, phone chargers, even cigarettes there. My eyes trail over to the register and low and behold he was there.

The same person that I saw yesterday. Why was he here?  Wait he probably just works here. Stupid question. I walked over to them. Tripping over my feet a few times. In a drunken walk. When I reached the front counter I looked the person in the eyes. Well eye.

There was only one big eye in the center of the mask. Probably where they see out of. I heard a sigh and he mumbled something that I couldn't quite pick up. "It's you." "What do you mean it's me." He looked genuinely confused when I said that but I won't act like I don't remember for his sake "you're the guy who bumped into me when I was trying to enjoy life on my way home from school. And I want to know what you did to me cause now I feel really weird thinking bout you." "Oh yeah, I remember you! Sorry for bumping into I should've been looked where I was going." I slipped a piece a paper towards him which he stared intently at for a few seconds before slipping it into his pocket. "So what did you do to me? You never answered my question about why I feel so weird." "I don't know why you feel weird , but I assure you I didn't do anything."

"Has anyone told you that your hair is really cute~" after that I turned around and walked away.tripping over my feet obviously still intoxicated from all the vodka.

(Why didn't you just tell me the truth? What am I feeling?)

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Authors note- let me know if you want me to keep going cause I'm not to sure about this.