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Interesting Things. . . JK Just some angst(Chap.13)

~ Third Person P.O.V ~

Izuku choked on a giggle as he was dragged into the boy's dorm room, lazily flopping onto one of the beds with a loopy smile. Eijirou shook his head while Katsuki tried his best to fight off a smile. If there was one thing they were sure about, it was that Izuku was definitely a lot more. . . interesting when he was drunk.

Lifting his hands in the air as if he were reaching for something, Izuku stares at them in awe- wiggling his fingers around as though he had never seen his own hands before in his entire life. He was acting like a bit of a child at the moment. . .

"C'mon Mido, we got to get you into some clean clothes dude." Eijirou chuckled, attempting to get the boy to get up.

"No!" Izuku pouted, crossing his arms. "Don't wanna,"

Katsuki groaned, flopping down on the bed next to the freckled college student with an exasperated look. "C'mon nerd, how about this- you can wear some of mine and Ei's clothes, you smell like beer and Cheese Puffs." He said.

Giving the two a childish expression, Izuku nods his head silently- secretly loving the idea of wearing the boys' clothes.

The red head, who eventually gave up, went over to their dresser and tossing a pair of sweats and a shirt at the boy. "You think you'll be good getting dressed on your own, you're pretty drunk Mido." Eijirou said, sheepishly scratching the nape of his neck.

"Duh! I'm. . . I'm a big boy Eijirou- I can dress myself!" Izuku slurred, taking the clothes and stumbling over into the bathroom. As soon as he closed the door, however, he fell flat on his ass with a loud thud. "I'm okay!" He shouted.

Katsuki heaved a sigh, lowly laughing to himself as he slips out of his hoodie and pants and into a pair of pajama bottoms. If the blond was being honest, he never thought he'd see the day when Izuku ever got drunk- and damn it, he was kind of enjoying it. The younger was already funny as hell when he was sober. . . but drunk?

It's as though all hell breaks loose.

"We really should have just stayed here instead, with the amount of alcohol he consumed- he's gonna have a wicked hangover." Eijirou commented once he was dressed, crawling into his blond boyfriend's arms.

Planting a soft kiss over Eijirou's tiny scar, Katsuki nuzzles into his hair. "Yeah, it's a good thing we'll be here then. Right?"

Before the red head had a chance to reply, the bathroom door swung open. Revealing a pouting Izuku. . . without a shirt on and only in a pair of sweats that barely hung on to his hips. 

"These things are huge on me, and they no frickin' strings! What kind of pair of sweats don't have any strings?" Izuku whined, looking up only to be met with a very flustered Eijirou and Katsuki.

"I- uhm. . . well I-" Katsuki stammered, while Eijirou was too busy suffering in silence. That is until both boys noticed the very large scar adorning Izuku's pale, flat stomach. Curiosity flooded them, they could hear Izuku rambling on drunkenly yet their focus was solely on the raised, pink scar.

Green orbs flickered up as he stared at the two in confusion, that is until he realizes what they are looking at exactly. Heat pooled in his cheeks, as his hand reached down to hold up the sweats as he awkwardly stood there.

"Let me guess, you two wanna know how I got this. . . right?" Izuku asked, sobering up for a fraction of a second- until his drunken state takes over again. 

Eijirou and Katsuki both nodded their head silently, neither of them wanting to bombard the boy with questions- yet wanting to all the same. The green haired male sighed, walking over to the two and positioning himself in between them.