As a child, Katsuki's dreams of one day becoming a hero were crushed by the awakening of his quirk- one almost identical to his mother's. Without abilities fit for combat (and due to his vulgar personality) Katsuki was left ostracised on the sidelines, forced to watch from the sidelines as everyone else in his life held the limelight. This is his story. (Third person POV, Todobakudeku is the ship, mix of angst and fluff).

Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering disinterested. "While Balvenie is quite an aquired taste, I can assure you it is, to borrow from you, the good shit." The man says, leaning back into the sofa while an arm snakes around Katsuki's slim figure to grip his thigh with callous hands. "Yeah? It tastes like spicy dishwater." "It's 50 year old single malt scotch whiskey. Someone with a simple pallette wouldn't appreciate it." "Did you just call me uncultured?" "I'm saying that you don't look like you're old enough to even know what good whiskey is." Or, Katsuki's about to give Sandra Bullock a run for her money.

"Don't look like that. You're supposed to be having fun, remember?" A plastic red cup is being shoved into his hand and Katsuki is overcome with the desire to splash whatever contents are inside into Shouto's stupid hair. Being stepped on and trampled over by drunk and horny college students is not fun. "I'm fuckin' astounded that you honestly consider this fun." "If you'd just stop bitching for ten minutes and try to enjoy yourself, it might not be so bad," Shouto counters, waving down the barkeep to get a refill. "Fuckin' waste of time is what it is." "Compared to what? Sitting in our apartment stress eating and crying over your absolute twat of an ex-boyfriend all day?" "Fuck you." He glances down into the cup he'd been babysitting to see something dark and sweet, promises of a blackout and a hangover staring back at him. "What even is this shit?" "Hopefully something that'll get you to fucking relax. You've been on my nerves all week with this shit." "It's only tuesday, you fuck." "My point exactly." "Fuck you." Or, Katsuki's best friend abandons him at a night club in hopes to get him over a bad breakup.