One evening, Bakugou had been out with his friends for a boys' night. They had challenged him, insisting he couldn't handle the number of shots they were planning to take.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Bakugou accepted, determined to prove them wrong. Unfortunately, he ended up far more intoxicated than he'd anticipated.
Kirishima, seeing his friend's state, decided to take him home. As they arrived at Bakugou's apartment, Kirishima supported the stumbling Bakugou, who was mumbling incoherently about explosions and victory.
Kirishima knocked on the door, and it swung open to reveal Y/n, Bakugou's girlfriend. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of Bakugou's state.
"Kirishima, what happened?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"He got a little carried away with the shots," Kirishima explained with a sheepish smile.
"It was a challenge, and you know how he gets."
Bakugou's eyes lit up when he saw y/n.
"Hey, Y/n!" he exclaimed, his usual aggression mixed with a childish enthusiasm. "Guess what? I won! I drank all the shots!"
Y/n couldn't help but chuckle at his outburst. "I see that, Katsuki," she said gently, taking his hand from Kirishima and leading him inside. "Let's get you settled down."
"Wait, wait, wait!" Bakugou protested, stumbling slightly as y/n guided him to the couch.
"I need to tell you... you're the best, y/n. No one else... you're mine."
Kirishima watched the scene with an amused grin. "I'll leave him in your capable hands, y/n. Call me if you need anything."
As Kirishima left, y/n focused on Bakugou, who was now pouting adorably.
"You're not gonna leave me, right?" he asked, his usual tough-guy facade completely shattered by the alcohol.
"Of course not, Katsuki," she reassured him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. "I'm right here."
Bakugou's expression softened, and he looked at her with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. "You're my everything, y/n. Even when I'm... stupid like this."
Y/n smiled warmly, her heart swelling with affection for the typically stoic hero who was now revealing his softer side. "I love you too, Katsuki. Now, let's get you some water and maybe something to eat, okay?"
As she went to get a glass of water, Bakugou started shouting random words at the top of his lungs.
"Explosion! Boom! Kaboom!" He punctuated each word with a dramatic gesture, nearly toppling a lamp in the process.
"Whoa, easy there, explosion man," she laughed, catching the lamp just in time. "Let's save the fireworks for later."
Bakugou plopped down on the couch, crossing his arms and pouting. "I could do real explosions if I wanted to... but you don't like it when I blow things up in the apartment."
"That's right," she said, handing him the water. "No explosions inside. Drink up."
He took the glass but stared at it suspiciously. "Is this a trick? Are you trying to poison me?"
"It's just water, Katsuki," she said, stifling a giggle. "I promise."
Bakugou took a cautious sip, then nodded solemnly. "Okay, I believe you. But only because you're cute."
Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "Thanks, I guess. Now, how about some food?"
"I want spicy food!" Bakugou demanded, then paused. "No, wait. Sweet food. No, spicy! No, both! Can you make spicy-sweet food?"
"I'll see what I can do," she said, heading to the kitchen.
While she was preparing a snack, Bakugou got up and started inspecting various objects around the apartment, muttering to himself. "Why do we have so many pillows? Are they for pillow fights? I can win a pillow fight."
Y/n came back with a plate of spicy-sweet snacks, just in time to see Bakugou brandishing a pillow like a weapon. "Katsuki, put the pillow down and come eat."
He turned to her, eyes wide. "Are we not having a pillow fight?"
"Maybe later," she said, stifling another laugh. "For now, let's focus on getting some food in you."
Bakugou sat down, eagerly eating his food. "This is good. You're the best, y/n."
"Thank you, Katsuki," she said, sitting beside him. "Now, how about we watch something on TV and relax?"
Bakugou nodded, suddenly looking very serious. "But no sad movies. If you cry, I'll have to beat up the TV."
"Deal," she agreed, picking a lighthearted comedy.
As they settled in, Bakugou rested his head on her shoulder, his aggressive demeanor softened by the alcohol. Despite the chaos, y/n felt a warm sense of contentment. In this rare moment of vulnerability, she saw not just the fierce hero but the person she loved unconditionally, quirks and all. . . . . Heyyy!!!
Thank you for reading this chapter! I hope you enjoyed the story and the character interactions. I'd love to hear your suggestions and ideas for the next chapter. Who should we focus on next? Which characters would you like to see more of? Comment your thoughts and any ideas you have. Your feedback is greatly appreciated!
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