My Hero Academia: Hell is a Mess

Round 2 With Alcohol

Prompt: Saphira_Sparkle - AO3 - Ok so I want angst and this chapter gave me an idea. What if Izuku started drinking again and Aizawas reaction? Thx for the story!
Should I be doing angst at this moment? No.
Am I going to do it anyway? Fuck yea!
Oh, and missing arm as this would likely take place after the fact.
Warnings: Alcoholism, Angst and Fluff, Self-Deprecation

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I fucking hate myself. I really do.

You would think that a genius who knows the consequences and has already been through this once would know to avoid the shit by now. Heck, as someone who is constantly slammed with cases, I lack the free time to get it.

Yet, my anxiety crumbled to the point of leading me here again.

I am drinking again. No, I am not an alcoholic yet, but I know I can manage that if I keep this up.

Sure, I can ask for help. But hey, let's make my life difficult so I struggle to ask for it in the first place because I'm afraid to face the music.

Shouta.

Look, I'm VERY well aware that if Shouta finds this out, he would have my neck and not trust me by myself.

Yet, I don't have the balls to tell him nor do I have the balls to drop the habit.

So here is where I stand.

Surprisingly enough, it's easy sneaking alcohol through. Then, as I want it constantly by my side, I can do vodka as it's clear as water. I just have to make sure that I don't make an expression when tasting the bitter shit.

That's probably not helping me, huh?

Whatever.

As I am working on a new case, I decided to fill me a glass of vodka because this is just stressing me out. I HAVE TOLD THEM WHAT TO DO MULTIPLE TIMES, BUT THE DUMB FUCKS WON'T FOLLOW THROUGH! I rather go in there myself and do it. However, luck is further away from me than Antarctica as I am still on leave due to a missing arm.

Not that I consider it a big deal, but it's a huge deal for the Hero Commission. They don't want to be in charge of a quirkless kid is the main thing even though I don't have insurance or anything, but that doesn't stop the media from attacking them.

Either way, I am fucked!

I don't even know what time it is when I hear my door click open. I look up to see Shouta, and while I can school a neutral face, my stomach is doing flips.

Usually, Shouta only comes every couple of days in the morning to make sure I get some sleep as my sleep schedule is more beautiful in Kacchan. AKA, it's super ugly. Anyway, on the days Shouta visits, I at least clean shit up to guarantee not to get caught.

Shouta just came yesterday! Why is he here today?!

I just threw a vodka bottle in the trash too! If he looks in there, I am screwed.

FUCK!

I have to act normal, " What a surprise! I assume you need something? Did a case pop up?"

Shouta shakes his head as he closes the door behind him, "No. This is about you." My heart skips a beat. He hasn't figured it out, has he?

"Did I finally get a pass on Japan's Got Talent?!"

Shouta sighs as he approaches me, "No. I noticed earlier that you were tugging on your hair, and I only see you do that if you're stressed out. You okay, kid?" I was? Usually, I can catch myself doing that and stop myself. I guess it got that bad.

"I'm still alive, so yip yip!" Shouta glances me over.

"I mean mentally."

"I'm not in a facility yet, so it's still a yip yip!" Shouta should be resting himself, the damn man. He doesn't need this. I resist grabbing the glass.