In Too Deep

And so it begins.

Katsuki was sitting at the bar, staring down at the ice that was slowly melting in his glass of gin. He swirled a finger in it, Dully just watching it ripple as he did so, Seeing there was nothing better to do. Why did he come here anyways? He came to escape the boredom that had been drowning him for weeks, But had ended up just snagging him again. He grits his teeth. Starting to get annoyed with everything. The shit music, The tasteless liquor that only a flat pansy would find appealing. He pulls his hand out of his glass and lifts it, downing the rest of his gin in one go. He wouldn't waste his money by letting it water down on the scuffed counter top.

Shoto, in almost a heavily impatient manor, tapped his soft fingers firmly onto the bar- the speed and pattern-like sound almost rhythmic. He had a mixed expression of weakness, but concentration- as if he was purposely attempting to keep up a specific facade. This personal mask to show that he wasn't wasted. Which would definitely not come to the others as a surprise. He emitted out a heavy and over-exaggerated huff of intense boredom. He was currently scouting his gaze around the nightclub in attempt to notice something which would amuse him. Which nothing did, expect the blasting upbeat music. For fucks sake. Why did he even come here? And why did he suddenly begin to feel oddly. . .Strange. ..all of a sudden!?

Todoroki had peered down the bar, to take a glance at whom else was drinking. He was still actually recovering from the strong and bitter taste of the unknowingly spiked-up whiskey. Shoto craved something overly sweet- a sensation of taste that could override his current motivation to even exist. However, something or someone...had suddenly seemed to catch his eye. . .A male, whom definitely visually appeared to be smaller than him by a few inches, sat there around seven feet away from him- definitely an unsatisfied look plastered all over his features. His ashy blonde hair spiked it's way out from his scalp, appearing oddly fluffy almost. His build was an above average one, a strong one at that. He was quite attractive- quite? No, very. Very attractive. Just the sight of this other male had resulted in Shoto's cheeks heating up into a deep shade of red, explicitly showing his embarrassment. Whatever he was thinking, wasn't good.

Bakugou orders something else, Quite gruffly too. He wasn't even feeling buzzed yet, What the hell was up with the liquor? Or was it him? He needed something stronger to satisfy the distaste he had for the scummy place. Something that would tumble his vision to make it seem like something else. Something better. He downs his whiskey as soon as it was set on the bartop, Barely stopping to take a breath. Then- His eyes flicker over and fix on Shoto. He gives the other guy a cold stare. Having felt his heterochromiac eyes burn into the side of his skull moments prior. Even with the dim lighting, He could edge out every single one of his features. But what was with the split hair? Didn't matter. A tall, brooding man was staring at him like a lion would stare at a carcass. And, He wasn't intimidated. No way in hell. In fact, His pull towards this guy seems to grow stronger. But, yet, he turns his head away. He refused to look at him any longer, with the mindset that acting difficult and uninterested would give him more of a chance.

Shoto had practically flinched as the anonymous Ash Blonde had retorted his own stare with an intense and cold one. He felt a shiver shuffle it's way down his spine...it wasn't necessarily fear- definitely not- it was more like, surprise? It only seemed to intrigue Shoto even more than he had originally been. He curiously rose an eyebrow, a small smirk subtly plastering it's way onto his features. He then spun his way back to face the barista, while remaining seated on the stool. He harshly slammed his hand onto the counter, softly asking for another drink. As seconds, minutes seemed to pass, his heartbeat only grew and grew, almost a predatory feeling- that he was going to soon get his prey. His heart was going absolutely ballistic- why was he feeling like this? He suddenly clears his throat and says- "I think you're drunk enough. . .stop drinking like a dry horse."

"Go to hell, Split freak." The blonde hissed, tightening his grip on the glass. If he had done so any tighter, it might have just shattered into his palm.

Shoto chuckles, then sighs. He reaches across the bar and flicks Bakugou's forehead
"I'll have you know, calling someone a freak will only get you to become even less popular here than you are now, but surely you know that already."

He tsks and moves away from him a bit. "People hate the fucking truth. This place is lame."

"No. I can handle the truth, It's you who hates it, people telling you what to do. . .telling you their opinions. . .people talking in general, you hate people, because they look down on someone like you. You're weak and stupid, I can see right through you."

"Wha-!? The fuck did you call me!?"
 Katsuki shoots up out of his stool- Ready for a fight. His glass is sent off the table from the sudden swing of his arms, crashing onto the floor and spilling his liquor.

"Weak and stupid. . .you seem like the type of guy that thinks he's better then everyone to get over your fear of being small, and nothing more then a helpless child. Which is why you get so upset when someone pities you. .  .isnt that right, Katsuki Bakugou?"