bakugo katsuki x gn!reader.
mentions of alcohol consumption, they are both fucking idiots and theyâre in love, slight kirimina mention if you squint, bakusquad mention, probably ooc as fuck, NOT PROOFREAD, 1.1k wc.
you fucking hate drinking. youâre scared of it, in a way- the overwhelming feeling of not knowing, of not controlling your body parts is so terrifying to you. yet it is also your biggest comfort. itâs something you look towards to, the way a dog waits for its bone. maybe it is because you attract what youâre afraid of, that you find yourself far from sober on a saturday night, giggles slipping past your lips easily.
you fucking hate drinking, but when your vision is blurred at the edges and you donât actually know what youâre doing, you feel a little euphoric. you like this balance that you found, between tipsy (youâre way past that point, but youâll never admit that to yourself) and black out drunk. itâs fun, and easy, and for once you do not feel as if the whole world is depending on you.
this is the real meaning of plus ultra. to go beyond your alcohol consumption limits, and try to reach your dorms without making too much noise.
itâs one in the morning when you all decide to head back, kaminari looking dumber than usual, kirishima stepping on all the wrong floorboards while a tipsy mina tries to get him to move faster, sero trying to ask mina as she is actively multitasking her thoughts on kirishima, and bakugo looking like a fucking grump.
he always looks like a fucking grump, like someone pissed in his cereal and he found out the hard way. you donât even know why heâs here, and you can tell by the nasty looks heâs giving that he knows heâs superior than all of you, for not participating in an illegal activity. youâre not complaining about his presence, obviously, just wondering, and in your drunken state of mind you can only assume heâs here because deep down, he didnât want to get FOMO.
even though he looks displeased to have to breathe in your direction, you know bakugo cares. itâs present in the way he yanks your pyjama shirt when youâre about to lose balance on the last step, in the way he accompanies you to your door and tucks you in your bed, right after making sure you donât need anything (ie: a bassin to puke in).
« would you still like me if i was a horse. » you ask, and you see the way bakugo hesitates for a second as he pulls the blanket up to your neck.
« the fuck ? i dont even like you in your human form » he says, and you snort.
« donât fucking snort at me » he adds, but you can see the way his lips quirk upwards, because he likes it when he makes you laugh.
bakugo is used to having people (read: that fucking nerd deku) flinch at his aggressive attempts at humor. but you donât look at him like he was dropped on his head as a baby, and he likes that.
« next its going to be dont breathe in my direction. relax princess, you arent gonna get alcohol poisoning from my breath. » you mumble back, your words making absolutely no sense to anyone but you.
bakugo grins and grimaces at the same time, making a stupid face he hopes you donât see. but you are looking straight at him, yet you do not react. your eyes are as wide as the plushies on your bed, as if imitating their bulging stare. you just look at him, blanket covering the half of your face which makes the situation creepier.
« okay, what the hell is wrong ? » bakugo asks. he knows he should not care, he shouldnât even be here- heâs tired and hungry and he doesnât even know why he stayed in your dorm or even through the whole ordeal in the common room but youâre just really beautiful like this and bakugo isnât sure if he actually wants to leave.
« did you mean it ? » you ask, and he pauses again.
« mean what ? the fuck ? » he adds a little curse word at the end to try and appear nonchalant- he cannot let you know he cares. he cannot let you know he wants to get in bed with you and hold you till his body becomes one with the soil and the bugs start gnawing at his bones.
« that you donât even like me right now. »
bakugo clenches his teeth « whatever. » he answers. he thinks that he might be more inebriated than you are right now, drunk on the thought of you. if the bugs were to feed on his soul all they would taste would be you.
« okay, âcause i have a secret » you say as you suddenly sit up, all of bakugoâs efforts of tucking you into bed gone.
« i dont care. go to sleep. » he answers, even though he does care. he wants to know every thought that passes through your brain, wants to hear every breath you take and every beat your heart makes with his head against your chest.
and you notice the way he makes no move to leave, so you call his name. he wants to tell you not to call him that. to call him katsuki. even worse, he wants to call you bakugo.
but instead, « what ? » is what slips past his lips, devoid of any hostile emotion his words usually carry.
« i think i have a crush on you. » you whisper, « thats my secret. »
you really do hate drinking. if you were sober, you wouldâve never said what you said. but youâre too tired and hazy to register your words as they fall off your tongue. if you were sober, you wouldâve caught the way bakugo went bright red in the face and stumbled back a few steps. if you were sober, you wouldâve remembered the way he wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers before (affectionately ? kind of) flicking you on the forehead and muttering a « good. i like you too. » with the nonchalance of a dog when itâs master returns from work. if you were sober, you wouldâve talked about it. but you were drunk and half asleep.
and bakugo is a coward. (and he also has the emotional depth of a window frame). so he just waits again, until saturday rolls around again and the two of you are left to the same ministrations and declarations again. he waits, like a dog at the door.
hello hi i wrote this on a whim i hate it
i hate the title but i like how it sounds like âdrunken dogâ idk ok bye
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