Blame it on on the Alcohol. (A Kamineta Fic)

The morning after - Kaminari Pov

A/N

Heya.. its been a while ...

I don't even know what in the actual fuck i'm doing, picking this fic back up after over 3 fucking years and when i havent even revisited the actual BNHA canon since mid 2021 manga updates. I havent consumed ay BNHA content except Mineta centric fanfics  (mostly kamineta/bakuneta), For some reason i keep coming back for those characters on a bi-monthly basis despite not keeping up with the series or anything. I first wrote it when i faced a lack of kamineta in my life.. i'm experiencing it again so i'm back..

This is also my way of saying sorry for any possible mischaracterizations or OOC moments, these are my characters interpretations biased on the idea i have of them in my head and fanfictions and only part canon from before that very specific manga chapter i last read...

I hope you enjoy it ..

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His tongue tingled as Kaminari continued to press it against the connector end of the charging cable, the other end attached to a power bank he was holding in his left hand as he looked through his wardrobe with the other hand. The power bank was a Pikachu one; its constant current input filled him with a steady thrumming and replenished his internal charge balance, which, along with the Asprin he got from Mineta, were doing wonders for his hungover state. He already felt a lot better than how he did when he woke up.

Now, the reason why he was looking through his wardrobe was that he had just received a text from Mina saying Bakugou was making a big batch of 'hangover ramen', enough for like 6 people, first come, first serve unless you specifically annoyed him recently, so he'd obviously asked her to save a bowl for him and she obviously replied with a 'no room deliveries, if you want it you gotta come get it', so, he was now looking for clothes to wear to go downstairs and eat.

Usually, the clothes wouldn't have been a problem for him, but right now, he looked like an octopus cuddled him and left suction marks all over his neck; it was littered with hickies. Again, this wasn't a problem he usually had or was something he'd hide under regular circumstances because, hell yeah, he'd wear them like a badge of honour, except he didn't know who gave them to him. He wasn't that concerned about the not remembering part; he'd only gotten this drunk once before when he had first tried alcohol, and from that experience, he knew he'd remember things eventually once he got a nudge in the right direction. On the other hand, while some people had already seen them, many hadn't, and people were going to ask questions he didn't have answers to, and his hungover self really did not want to deal with that yet.

Thankfully, it was winter, so technically, he could just wear a turtleneck or a scarf over his neck, and it would not raise any suspicions at all. Still, his senses were already a bit hypersensitive, and the mere thought of any regular woollen knit thing on his neck made his skin crawl. So here he was, fussing over the texture of his clothes; he did that for a while before settling on a cosy baggy hoodie with its hood tightened with the drawstring to only reveal his face through a circle.

When he finally left his room to go down to the kitchen/dining room, the hallways were surprisingly empty. When he reached his destination, Mina and Sero were slumped on the dining table like deflated balloon versions of themselves. From inside the kitchen came the sounds of cooking and Bakugou grumbling about staying out of his way, which could only mean that Kirishima was in there trying to help him cook despite him asking for precisely the opposite of that, even they sounded quite a bit subdued from usual. However, the fact that they were still this functional didn't cease to amaze Kaminari.