(Katsuki Bakugou X Male reader)The missing piece that spelled help.

chapter 6• Care

I kept my alcohol hidden from Bakugou. I would sneak out at night and sit on a cliff, where all my beer and shit was hidden in an ice chest by a tree.

I wouldn't let the bastard know my drinking habit has simply gotten worst. No way.

Anyways..

speak of the devil, literally.

"(N/n)~~.." Kioshi spoke in a mischievous tone.

I hummed in response, tipping my beer bottle back.

A saw his shadow approach me.

"'May I?"

He motioned to the ice chest.

"Sure, I really don't give a fuck. You'll always be around right, why not get fucking acquainted.."

It was more of a statement.

He chuckled. Flicking off the lid like it was nothing, he sat down beside me staring off into the calming moonlight, as I did. He copied my position. Legs over each other as they hung down off the cliff. Just to make it clear, you fall— you die.

I chunked the bottle towards the tree, "Oi, can you hand me another one?" He looked at me, and chuckled once again.

"Another one, huh? I guess so."

He handed me another beer. I popped the lid off throwing it into the dark abyss. I tipped the bottle back. I looked at his drinking progress. Maybe a couple sips.

I hummed, "So I take you're not a huge fan?" He grinned setting the green glass bottle down.

"I guess not, i'm more into wine.. not grungy beer."

I rolled my eyes, "I do like myself some wine, but geez, is that all you drink." I rose my eyebrow.

He nodded swinging his feet.

"I suppose. I rarely drink vodka, only on occasions."

I laugh out a deep laugh, in a husky voice I rolled out.

"I got some wine. If you'd prefer that."

He nodded viciously.

I burped standing up. dropping the now empty glass bottle. I dug through the chest pulling out a large bottle of wine. I sighed, glancing back at him.

"You gotta cup?"

He nodded, snapping his fingers a fancy glass holder appeared before his eyes.

"Fucking rich demons."

I tossed the large bottle at him, "Think fast." He caught it with ease.

I grabbed my last thing of vodka.

I sat back down by him, watching as the moon slowly sunk down. I kept tipping the bottle back, the amount quickly decreasing.

The sound of pouring filled my ears, It was familiar.

He looked at me. "You're just like my kind." I grunted wanting him to finish.

"You don't sleep—" I huffed. "—You drink. You don't feel." I glared at nothing.

"Then what makes me different."

He giggled looking at his feet.

"Nothing really. You don't really have emotion—.. hmm, there is one thing."

My glare hardened, my eyes set on a tiny rock, and I suddenly felt kinda bad for it.

It was quiet for awhile.

"Are you gonna fucking tell me?"

He kept giggling,

"Why of course..."

He stood up and put out a hand. I took it and he hauled me up with ease.

"You care."

I growled.

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

"Meaning you help people, with whatever goodness you have left, and.... that one special person hnnmgh... I think you know who, you care."

I felt my cheeks heat up, but I never changed my expression.

I looked away, my glare becoming darker.

"..so.. piss off."

He giggled.

"Well, we better get back, so shut the fuck up."

I put my ear buds in playing hard rock music.

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this chapter was just a bridge that's gonna lead off to the next.

soooooo, yee