"Morning!"
"Kill. Me." Katsuki groaned as he turned over onto his stomach and released a muffled groan against the carpet as he tried to push himself up and promptly failed.
"Rough night?" Izuku asked, biting back a smile when Katsuki turned to glare at him through bloodshot eyes.
"You did this to me!" Katsuki snarled accusingly as he blindly reached up and grabbed a pillow off the bed.
"Me?" Izuku asked, frowning in confusion as he looked around the room, taking in the empty liquor bottles, beer cans and-
"I hate you both," Ojiro groaned from where he lay beneath the coffee table, making him wonder how he'd missed him.
"Exactly how much did the two of you drink last night?" he asked, a little startled when both men shot him accusing glares.
"How much did we drink last night?" Ojiro repeated in disgust.
"Not half as much as you did!" Katsuki snapped, blindly reaching up and grabbing the blanket off the bed.
"I didn't drink last night," he muttered thoughtfully, although now that they mentioned it, he really couldn't remember all that much about last night.
The only thing he remembered was Katsuki bringing him back to their room from that restaurant- where Ojiro went berserk- and offering him a tequila.
"I really hate you," Ojiro mumbled with a pained groan as he managed to crawl out from under the coffee table and get to his feet.
"Where are you going?" Katsuki asked as he pulled the blanket over his head.
"To my room where I can die in peace," Ojiro said, stumbling his way to the door.
Izuku turned his attention back to Katsuki to find him curled up in the fetal position.
"Kill. Me." Katsuki muttered pathetically, again, leaving Izuku standing there, wondering if now was a good time to mention that he had a craving for scrambled eggs.
*****
"So, explain something to me," Izuku said as he swayed his feet back and forth on the edge of the pool Katsuki was floating on.
"What?" Katsuki asked, wincing at the sound of his own voice and wondering when the aspirin was going to kick in.
"How exactly is this a family trip when you haven't spent any time with your family?"
"I'm with them in spirit," he told Izuku, tempted to pull his small boyfriend up on his lap, but decided against it a minute later, since this was a family hotel and they'd probably take exception to him removing that hanging white shirt on Izuku and sucking on those nipples to help him forget about his hangover.
"Uh huh, is that why your mother keeps calling?"
"She doesn't really expect me to spend every minute of this trip with them. Trust me," he said, closing his eyes behind his shades, deciding that a post-lunch nap was in order.
"So, you're planning on seeing your family?"
"Sure."
"And when is that exactly?" Izuku asked.
"Soon."
"Tonight?"
"No."
"Tomorrow?"
"I'll still be recovering from this hangover," he said, opening one eye to glare at him.
"Lightweight," Izuku said on a drawn out sigh and a shake of his head.
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Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)
FanficIzuku Midoriya needed to man up. He needed to man up and ask for help. But equipped with shame and pride, he refused to seek any form of support, not even from his own father. He's okay and he's getting by. Well, he really hope so, as he continue t...
