Virgin (Kiribaku)

Practicing Patience

Bakugou's P.O.V

   I started out that night with whiskey which then turned to vodka, turning to rum, then turning to beer and then wine. I don't know why I thought it was a good idea but my thought process was mainly to forget. To forget what had happened yesterday because even though I didn't care about the boy, there was still something in the back of my mind. I mean, I recorded the guy last night, drunk out of his mind and that morning he didn't seem to remember any of it. Now I definitely didn't like the guy, I learned not to get attached to people who could so easily leave. And maybe I did want that boy. And maybe he was better than the others. Maybe he was nice and sweet. But maybe, just maybe, I wasn't enough. Or maybe that was the alcohol in my system. 

   Leaving the house of blaring music and moody nineteen and twenty year olds, I went outside, the volume going down about ten times more. The booming party and the alcohol made me go crazy and I was fine with the crowd but the second I was outside it was different. I was just there, slowly making my way to my car. Getting in, I had ran a few stop signs but it was so late at night I don't think the police saw me and if they did, they just didn't care enough to pull me over. Making it to the familiar dorms, I make my way to the elevator, pressing a button for the second floor and making my way to room 204. Leaning against the door frame, I was feeling sick and in desperate need of something normal but my boys kept telling me to go back to vodka or wine. It's a hard habit to break when you drink on the weekends and sometimes week days. 

   Most of the time, I had one kind of alcohol sticking to it for a night, maybe a sip of others here and there because switching between them was a recipient for disaster. If you go from whiskey all night to a few shots of vodka, you get super drunk and that was my plan tonight. Knocking, I hear a groan before the bed creaks and the door swings open. "Looks like the strings stay attached." He groaned, annoyed by the mere fact that I was here. "What are you doing here?" He asked, looking furious. I giggled and before I could stop myself, my brain took over my body instead of common sense and words kept flying from my mouth. "You're cute and I wanna fuck you~" I giggled. His face morphed to one of disgust. "No. I would be very much against that. Now leave." He said, about to slam the door in my face. I expected that. I don't even know why I thought coming here was a good idea.

   "Come inside. You aren't leaving until you're sober." He said, opening the door and grabbing my shirt, pushing me inside and falling on the bed. "Oh, frisky~" I said, thinking he changed his mind, pushing his books off his bed. Picking them up off the ground, he puts them back on the shelf. "Nothing is happening tonight. I'm getting water, stay here." He said, leaving the room. It was getting to hot in here. Pulling my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor next to me, sprawling my arms and legs across the bed. Coming back in, he has bottles of clear liquid. Vodka. Looking at my figure, he groaned, sitting in the bed. "Drink it." He said, handing be the opened bottle. Going in for a chug, I spit it out the flavorless liquid filling my mouth. "It tasted bad." I pouted, sliding off the bed and onto the carpet floor. "Well no shit you dumbass it's water it tastes like nothing." He pushed the bottle to my lips, a stern 'drink it' coming from his mouth. Pushing it away I say 'only if you hold it' which he does. It tasted bad and not as good as the vodka and wine I had earlier that night. "Water might help your hangover. Here." He said, taking the empty bottle from my face and handing me another one. 

   "I'm not drinking it." I said, turning away with a pout. "What will it take for you to drink it?" He asked, desperately wanting me to get sober. "Kiss me." I smirked, hoping it would work. I know he said nothing would happen but maybe I can persuade him. "Will you drink it?" He asked, prepared for anything. Nodding, I close my eyes, feeling his lips on mine a second later pulling away after a second. Shit. I was so focused on the kiss I didn't make a move. Maybe denying the next one would work. So I dented the next bottle of water. "Just drink the fucking water!" He screamed, hoping it would work. His voice sounded like he was close to crying. Shaking my head no, he offers another kiss which I again decline. "A kiss isn't gonna work." I stayed, focusing on the carpet. Flopping on his bed he lets out a low groan. How's my chance.