NOMU (kiribaku)

What Happened Yesterday.

I woke up with an annoying as fuck headache, in a house I barely recognized. I sat up too quickly, making my head hurt more.

"You're awake.." Pikachu walked in the room and set a glass of water and two pills on the coffee table. "This'll make your head feel better, then you can join us in the kitchen." He spoke quietly as I held my head.

I nodded slowly as he left. I rubbed my eyes then leaned forward, grabbing the pills and cup.

After I downed the medicine and the rest of the water, I went into the kitchen to see Pikachu, Aizawa's emo son, dumb hair and floaty bitch.

I pulled out the empty seat next to Shitty hair and sat down, notincing the obvious hickeys on his neck.

"Pfft, who got to you last night?" I said in a suggestive manner.

His face went bright red, just the kind of stupid reaction I was looking for. Except pikachu across the table just burst into laughter. Dumb hair covered his face as electric laughed and floaty tried to hold back tears.

"You don't know?" Shinsou asked.

I shook my head, careful not to be caught by his fucking quirk.

"It was you." He chuckled.

"What?!" I shouted, my head ringing after.

"Hehe, you were all over him, most Everyone left before things got too serious though." Pink cheeks giggled.

I whipped my head toward Kirishima, he had his face covered, but what I could see was almost as red as his hair. My face bagan to heat up as I saw his embarrassment from the topic.

Yellow hair finished laughing and sighed. "Don't be so awkward man, except for those of us here, I kicked everyone out by ten thirty and we were all upstairs."

My eyes were wide and my jaw dropped as I stared at everyone, they were definately telling the truth, but... What the fuck?!

Everyobe turned back to their own conversations and I looked back at Kirishima.

He covered his face with his hands, resting his elbows on the table. A few bruises formed on his neck and collarbone. ....and I don't remember any of it.

"Uh, dum- Kirishma. ...I uh...." My words trailed off as I had no idea what I was even trying to say.

"Can we talk in the other room?" He peeked out of his hands.

I nodded and we both got up and went into the living room, rather awkwardly I might add.

Once alone, Kirishima leaned against the couch with his arms crossed, his face still bright pink. He looked at me with awaiting eyes.

I wanted to know what he was thinking, but I held myself back, my eyes fell to the floor.

"I- I don't actually.... remember anything from last night.."

"What do you remember?"

I had to think back. "....pink cheeks chasing me around the house, throwing up..... thats about it.."

He still looked like he was waiting for more, then his eyes dropped to the ground. He got up and started toward the door. "So I was just a drunken mistake.." He muttered almost inaudibly.

My eyes widened and I grabbed his wrist, pulling him back before even I knew what I was doing. My hand rested on the back of his neck. Leaning in, I pulled him closer and kissed him.

"Of course you weren't." I leaned my forehead against his. "Just because I was drunk doesn't mean I didn't want it to happen."

He pulled back and I opened my eyes. "So, you..."

I sighed, "I don't know, I'm a little overwhelmed with everything right now..."

He nodded. "Ok then, I'll be patient." I dont know how it's so simple for him to make me smile, just those three words did it.

But his natural curiosity can take it away just as easily. "Sorry if this is too personal, but, is your mom the reason you were drinking so much last night..?"

My eyes glossed over and fell to the floor. He was right. I drank to forget what happened before the party... My hand flew to cover my eyes as I felt tears start to fall.

He wrapped his arms around me, putting one hand behind my head. I tried to wipe away and hide the tears falling down my face, but it was already clear I was upset.

"Did she-" he stopped himself.

"I went to her funeral yesterday.." I mumbled. He held me tighter and let me cry into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Bakugou.."