i heart fictional men

Sukuna doesn’t bother to look at him. His gaze stays glued to you, watching you laugh with Shoko, and a small, proud tilt curls at the corner of his mouth.

"Hard not to," Sukuna rumbles. "She looks way too damn good for a place like this."

"Right?" the stranger says, taking another slow sip of his drink, clearly taking that agreement as an invitation to keep talking. His gaze drags over Sukuna’s massive build, the plain shirt, joggers, and face tattoos, and a cocky smirk appears on his face, like he’s already decided he’s got the upper hand. “Hottest woman in here, hands down. Gorgeous, carries herself well, and that smile… I was just about to head over, buy her a drink, see where the night takes us.”

Sukuna finally turns his head, sizing the man up with calm, almost lazy interest. He’s objectively handsome—tall, impeccably groomed, his shirt tailored tight over a sharp, well-built frame. He looks like the type who’s used to getting whatever he wants and moves through the world with the confidence that says he’s never had to fight for attention.

"Yeah?" Sukuna rasps, amusement flickering in his eyes as the man keeps embarrassing himself.

"I mean, c'mon, look at her," the stranger continues, sipping his drink. "She looks like she’s got real standards. Probably has a great job, drinks the good stuff. She needs a guy who knows how to keep up with her and actually treat her right."

Leaning back against the bar, Sukuna crosses his massive arms over his chest, thoroughly entertained by the sheer audacity of it all. Listening to a complete stranger explain what kind of man his wife needs is absurd enough that he's more than happy to let him keep digging his own grave.

"Yeah, she’s something else alright," Sukuna drawls. "You really think she'd go for you?"

"Oh, I know she would," the man replies, adjusting his cuff with a smug grin. "I've got the job, the car, the looks. Women like her know a good thing when they see it."

A deep, amused huff rumbles out of Sukuna. If this idiot so much as crossed a real line, he’d snap his neck without a second thought. For now, though, watching this polished suit walk himself straight into a wall is way too funny to interrupt.

"You've got it all figured out, huh?"

"Hey, confidence gets results," the stranger says, grinning. “Tell you what—friendly wager.” He reaches into his pocket, pulls out his leather wallet, fishes out a crisp, high-value bill, and slides it across the bar between them. "This says I'll have her number and a kiss before the night's out."

Sukuna tilts his head, a wicked smirk slowly spreading across his face.

"Alright,” he says. “Mind if I go first?"

The stranger gives Sukuna one last once-over, lingering on the intimidating ink on his face, the back of his neck, and the lines wrapping around his wrists and biceps. To him, Sukuna looks like someone who got lost on his way home from the gym, or maybe a prison, though he’s a little too well-kept for that. He lets out a dismissive chuckle, already certain there's no way a woman like you would give a brute in joggers the time of day.

"Go right ahead, man," the guy says, waving him on. "Show me how it's done. No chance in hell you're pulling her."

"Watch," Sukuna says simply, pushing off the bar and walking across the floor, his massive frame cutting right through the crowded room.

Over by the bar, you're mid-sentence when a broad, warm palm gently taps your shoulder. You turn around, and the moment your eyes land on your husband, your whole face lights up.

"Hey," you breathe, the sight of him instantly making your cheeks flush warm. He looks stupid hot tonight, towering over everyone around him.

Sukuna steps in so close that your back presses into the edge of the bar, his body boxing you in until there's nowhere else to go. He pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocks it, and hands it to you, leaning down until his mouth hovers right at your ear.

"Can you look up that Korean place we went to, like, two months ago?" he rumbles, his voice low and soft against your ear, his warm breath sending a shiver racing down your spine. "I can't remember the name."

"Oh, so now you need me?" you tease, but your fingers are already flying over the screen. "Yeah, hang on…"

Across the room, the man at the bar narrows his eyes, watching you take Sukuna's phone without a hint of hesitation and immediately start tapping away. He smirks, swirling the melting ice in his glass, already convinced he's seen this play before. Classic move, he thinks, assuming you're just typing in a fake number to get the giant out of your personal space. He's already rehearsing his opening line for when Sukuna walks away empty-handed.

You hand the phone back to Sukuna, a triumphant little smile tugging at your lips. "Found it."

“Thanks, baby,” Sukuna murmurs, sliding the phone into his pocket.

His palm reaches up, fingers gently catching your chin, and he tilts your face up to his. Leaning down, he presses a soft kiss to your lips, sweet, unhurried, and so deliberate it makes your heart skip a beat. When he pulls back just a breath, his crimson eyes catch yours, gleaming with smug, mischievous heat. A knowing smirk tugs at his mouth as he shifts his weight, about to step away.

Across the bar, the guy rolls his eyes, muttering, “A polite peck? That doesn't count for shit—"

He doesn’t even get to finish the thought. The second Sukuna starts to pull away, your hands fly up, and your fingers twist tight into the front of his shirt. You yank him back down, but even then, you still have to rise onto your toes, stretching just to reach him. Your mouth crashes into his in a kiss that’s deep, intense, and filthy enough to strip away any composure he might have had left.

A low, surprised rumble vibrates against your lips before Sukuna's arm snaps around your waist and his other hand finds the nape of your neck, pulling you flush against his chest. He only deepens the kiss, his thumb digging into your hip while you cling to his shirt just to keep him close.

The stranger hasn’t moved at all, his jaw practically welded to the floor. His eyes are wide, blown out in pure shock, watching as the gorgeous woman he’d been so sure about just yanked a terrifying brute down for a kiss that leaves nothing to the imagination.

"What the fuck..." he mutters, staring in disbelief. "No way he actually pulled that off..."

Toji passes by on his way to the bathroom and hears the words. Without even slowing his pace, he just glances at the man’s stunned expression, lets out a dry, wheezing chuckle, and deadpans over his shoulder, “That's his wife, moron."

By the time your grip loosens and you drop back onto your heels, your breath is ragged, lips flushed and tingling, and you’re staring up at your husband with nothing but shameless, unfiltered adoration.

Sukuna’s thumb drags slowly across your lower lip, tugging it just a little, while a broad, utterly satisfied grin stretches across his face.

“Good girl,” he rasps, lowering his voice, and the praise sends a jolt right between your legs.

"Every fucking time," Shoko groans from the side. "One drink and you're attached to him again."

"You say that like I'm complaining," Sukuna chuckles.

"I fail to see the problem either," you chirp with a shameless grin.

Shoko shakes her head at you, then looks at your husband. "You know, I used to have a lot less patience for you. It's annoying how much harder you've become to stay mad at."

Sukuna just snorts at that.

"Anyway," he says, giving your waist one last squeeze before glancing at the rest of the group. "You girls joining us at the booth?"

"Yeah, yeah, we'll be there in a minute. Now shoo," Yuki says, waving him away. "We've got gossip to catch up on first."

Sukuna just lifts his hands in mock surrender, huffing an amused laugh as he turns on his heel and heads back toward the stranger waiting at the end of the bar.

“Easiest money I've made all week,” he drawls, picking up the bill. He gives the stunned man a small nod and walks toward his friends at the booth.

you immediately shoot up, frantically looking around your room for clean clothes. denki looks at you a little confused. "hey, it's just waffle house. why do you need to change?" you pause to look at him. "uhh, because half our campus loves to hang out there too? duh!" you resume your crazy search and he just moves back to his phone, scrolling on instagram.

in the corner of his eye, he can see you in your bathroom applying mascara and perfume, something you once told him you only do when you "want to feel ready-ready". he shakes it off, trying not to think too much of it. he may never really understand women, he assumed.

you had thrown on one of your favorite hoodies over your tank top and slipped into some clean sweats, muttering something about him always wearing the same five fits so he wouldn't know. denki just snorts at the sight, pushing off your bedframe to pull his vans back on.

“you're so sassy tonight.”

“hush,” you shoot back, grabbing your keys and phone. he throws his hands up, following you out the door of your apartment anyway, the two of you falling into your usual rhythm of shoulder-checking each other in the hallway and racing to the elevators.

the parking lot is mildly noise filled, a usual occurrence for a friday night in a college town. streetlights buzz and the air feels cooler against your skin as you hear other people get into cars to supposedly hit the bars or some dingy frat party. you both see bakugou’s car idling near the entrance to your particular building, low rap music thumping faintly from inside. the bright red of his taillights glows from the rear as his front leds cut sharply into the darkness.

you reach the car first. without thinking, you pull open the passenger door and slide into the shotgun seat, the familiar scent of bakugou’s cologne and faint car freshener hitting you immediately. denki pauses for half a second outside before climbing into the back. he shuts the door a little harder than necessary. "thanks for the bitch seat." you give him an apologetic smile.

“took you fuckers long enough,” bakugou grunts, already shifting into drive before denki even could get his seatbelt on. his voice is rough, in his natural talking fashion.

“sorry kacchan,” you say in a over-the-top sickly sweet tone, buckling up and shooting him a grin. he side-eyes you, lips twitching like he’s fighting a grimace.

“don't start with that shit.”

bakugou pulls away from the curb without another word, one hand spinning loose on the wheel. the rap playlist he's put on is still on low, to which you turn the knob on the volume to fill the car with a$ap rocky. your fingers tap along the door handle like you’re in your own little world. denki slouches in the back, trying to focus on his tiktok for you page instead of the sight before him. specifically to the way you’re half-turned toward bakugou, laughing at the blonde who had just grunted in response to something you said. it’s stupid. you’ve always been like this, comfortable with everyone. that’s what he likes about you. right?

he shakes the thought off, forcing a grin when you turn back to see him. “you good back there, denks?”

“peachy,” he says, shooting you a thumbs-up. “he's probably dming some chick," bakugou mutters. you snort and reach over to nudge bakugou’s arm, and denki watches the way the man doesn’t pull away. doesn’t even glare. okay, that’s new.

bakugou finally pulls into the waffle house parking lot, tires biting the curb a little too sharply. the glowing blue and red sign buzzes overhead like it's about to go out from being on all the time. mina’s already waving wildly from the window booth inside, her tightly coiled pink curls bouncing as she spots the three of you climbing out.

inside the joint it smells like syrup, burnt coffee, and grease. mina squeals and pulls sero closer towards her to make room, but you don’t slide in next to him. instead, you follow suit with bakugou for the other side of the big corner booth table. you slip in right beside him, your shoulder brushing his as you settle.

kirishima grins wide, mouth stuffed with pancakes. “finally! we kinda ordered already, we were starving."

“can you not talk with your mouth full?” sero adds, patting the spot next to him in a gesture towards denki. “sit down, dude.”

denki forces a laugh and drops down next to sero, the plastic faux leather squeaking under him. from this angle, he has a perfect view of you and bakugou. you’re leaning slightly into the blonde's space, pointing at something on the menu bakugou’s holding even though he’s pretending not to care. bakugou whispers something low in your ear that makes you laugh softly towards him, the kind of pretty laugh he's never seen you do with him.

mina kicks him under the table. “earth to denki. you goooood? you look like you’re buffering,”

“huh? yeah! yeah. just… tired,” he lies, flashing another forced smile. “long week, y'know? midterms are kicking my ass.” she wails at the mention. "eeeek, don't talk about exams near me right now!"

the waitress comes around to drop off more coffee and take all of your orders. denki barely registers what he says, something about the double chocolate chip pancakes and extra bacon. his eyes keep drifting back to the other side of the booth where you’re still leaned in toward bakugou, your knee occasionally bumping his under the table. he doesn’t move away. if anything, his arm has stretched along the back of the booth now with his fingers loosely dangling near your shoulder. playing with a strand of your hair. you get your usual, strawberry crepes with extra whipped cream, and denki notices you don’t even have to tell bakugou what you want when he adds “and a side of hashbrowns, crispy” without looking up.

your voice is too quiet for denki to catch but he sees the way bakugou actually listens to whatever you're yapping away about. he doesn’t have denki's nature to tease you and crack jokes. he just nods solemnly, like he’s committing it to deep memory.

the food arrives, and for a few minutes everyone’s too busy stuffing their faces to talk much. denki watches you steal a fry off bakugou’s plate, him pushing the whole dish closer to you instead of bitching about it to which you smile and stick out your tongue at him. anyone else would miss it, but denki swore he saw a flicker of a smile on bakugou's lips as he looked at you.

denki nearly drops his fork. he let her have his food. bakugou! the same guy who once threatened to fight him for looking at his chick-fil-a too long. “you want some of mine?” denki blurts, pushing his plate out toward you a little too quickly. the ceramic plate makes a loud clatter that startles everyone at the booth.

you blink a couple times, then smile at him warm and familiar. "i’m good, denks. thank you though,” your eyes linger on him for a second, mildly concerned at his behavior until kirishima says something loudly that pulls your attention right back to the group.

denki retracts his plate slowly, shoving a huge bite of pancake into his mouth so he doesn’t have to speak further to bury him in the hole he created. sero leans over, voice quiet enough that only he can hear. “you sure you’re good, man? you’re acting mad weird.”

denki swallows hard. “yeah, i promise. i need to lay off the energy drinks.”

sero doesn’t look convinced one bit, but he lets it drop.

kirishima wipes syrup off his chin and speaks up between bites, pointing his fork at you. “yo, aren't you gonna do something for your birthday? it’s literally in like two weeks. twenty-one, baby!”

mina lights up instantly, slamming her hands on the table. “oh my god, yes! we should go OUT, girl! pre-game at my place, then downtown bar hop for shots and dancing!”

you swallow a bite of crepe and shake your head, smiling but firm. “guys, no! i don’t really want any big plans. i was just thinking we could all hang out and maybe order pizza, watch a movie, y'know! that sounds perfect to me.”

denki watches the exchange closely without interjecting. part of him feels happy hearing your words. but another part twists when he sees bakugou glance down at you, something unreadable in his expression before he pipes up too.

“tch. if she says she doesn’t want a stupid club birthday, then don’t force it.”

you shoot bakugou a grateful look, your shoulder bumping lightly into his. “see? bakugou gets it."

denki’s grip tightens on his fork. sure, of course he gets it. he always seems to know exactly what you want these days.

mina pouts but eventually sighs, waving her hands in a big show. “fiiiine. but we’re at least doing something fun, okay? karaoke! or ooooh, a bonfire? something! i refuse to let your twenty-first be basic.”

sero chuckles. “we could do a group sleepover at someone’s place. i wanna make those jell-o shots that fuck you up."

the conversation drift along for a while, denki staying mostly quiet. he just nods, throwing in half-hearted comments whenever someone looks at him.

eventually, the bill comes. everyone throws some cash to pitch in, but bakugou as usual covered more than his share without saying a word. you thank him silently and denki looks away, unable to deal with this much longer. when they all file out, they split up by location. since kirishima and bakugou were roommates and lived near you, the three of you were going by his car. denki was rooming with sero, and mina's apartment was two buildings away from theirs so they three were off in sero's van.

bakugou mumbles in confirmation to your loud quip as you fall into step beside him naturally, saying something that makes kirishima burst into cackles too. denki watches the small group go off with the tightening in his chest getting worse. what the fuck is wrong with him?

sero's voice pulls him back. "c'mon man, you're with me and mina." great, back to being the cuck.

he slides into the backseat once more as mina sits in the passenger seat that she's bedazzled the dash with rhinstones, spelling out "sero's girl". she's still buzzing about your birthday.

"oh my god," mina leans back to include denki in her yap. "i know it. we have to do a surprise party!" sero looks over at his girlfriend with a brow raised. "babe, i don't think she's the type to like those." mina groans. "can you please try and keep up with my vision roro? denki, listen. you have to plan it! you know her the longest out of all of us, right?" a flash from his memories comes back, an image of you with your front teeth missing. you loved being pushed on the swings and begged him all the time to get you higher. he misses the way your hair smelled like strawberries and vanilla.

denki stares for a minute, trying to process her words. "uh… yeah, we've known each since we were like in diapers. surprise party sounds good, i guess." he doesn't know quite yet how to feel about it, but.. it's you. he'll do it if it means letting you know just how special you are.

mina squeals happily and gives him a quick side hug from front before sero pulls into the loop of her building. "you're the best! i'll text you all my ideas and the pinterest boards, kaykay?" she rounds the car to sero's window. he leans out with one arm slung on the door to give her a chaste kiss bye.

"love you baby!" mina waves as she disappears around the stairs. "love you too, mariposa."

when sero pulls back onto the main road, he flicks a glance to denki. "alright. for real this time," sero says, voice serious. "what the fuck's up with you? you've been off since i've seen you. maybe since before that, from the looks of it. cough it out."

denki gives a short, fake laugh. "lay off, man, i already told you, i'm just tired. everyone's got exams, and so do i—"

"bullshit! you don't give a fuck if you fail those classes or not. you're like the last person i know who cares about grades. you've been staring at her and bakugou like someone kicked your puppy the whole night. if you have something on your chest, you better speak up now or forever hold your peace. i'm telling you right now, before that ship sails."

denki's head snaps towards him, the word vomit coming out immediately. "can you fuck off? i don't like her, okay! we're best friends and that's it! you're prying way too fucking hard at this, dude!" sero is silent for a long while, unable to find the words after that outburst.

"…ooookay then. my bad for misreading it then."

the rest of the drive is painfully silent towards their shared apartment. when he parks, denki is already slamming the door and making a beeline for his room, no goodnight to sero or anything more.

sero simply sighs. "mina was right, we really are in a sassy man apocalypse…" he mutters to himself, locking his car with a click of his keys.

the next week doesn't help the weight that's growing on denki's chest. he had asked you to come to sit on the rear campus lawn no one frequents and smoke a blunt with him, something you guys would do every so often together. you had shot him a quick "sorry, busy studying!" to which he didn't buy for a second. he opened the friend life360, and there you were. hovering right next to bakugou, at his place. kirishima was at his wrestling team practice so the two of you were alone at the apartment.

no, he needs to stop. this is getting weird and possessive. you could genuinely be studying together! he was aware you and bakugou were in the same business 320 class so it wasn't far-fetched at all. so why wasn't this easing the anxiety that bubbled in his guts?

before he could continue on, his phone rings, the caller id pink and glittery, courtesy of herself. denki picks up. "helloooooo, party co-captain! mina-wina reporting for duuuuty!" she sings loudly, the blonde having to keep the speakerphone away from his ear as to not burst his eardrum. "i appreciate the enthusiasm, mina," he says monotonously. he can hear her make a noise of protest. "listen up, idiot! we have literally eight days until her birthday and we only have the invites sent out! i know you're no fashion mogul, so i'll take care of the decorations but i need you to step it up and help me through the process! i need deets, man, deets!"

mina barges into the apartment ten minutes later with two giant duffel bags, glitter glue on her cheek, and her laptop, which had a tab open to a secret pinterest board titled “bestie’s 21 banger!!!”

“okay so i was thinking about fairy lights, a balloon arch in her favorite color, and we make a photo backdrop with all our pictures from like, the last three years,”

sero, who had been lounging on the couch with a bag of chips, gives her a look. “damn, you really just invite yourself in now? not even a ‘hey baby’?”

mina waved him off with a dramatic flourish. “hi roro, love you, move your long ass legs — i need space.” she says, taking real estate over the floor of their living room. “you’re on cake duty, denk. i totally don't know what flavor she would want," denki immediately answers. "red velvet. i'm sure of it." mina lays on a 100-watt smile. "see, this is the kind of involvement i was looking for! let's keep this energy, m'kaaay?"

denki sat cross-legged on the couch next to sero, nodding along even though his brain felt like static.

mina simply beams and scribbles away at her pink notepad. they spend the next thirty minutes arguing over miscellaneous but important details, like how early they needed to get everyone to the apartment for the “surprise sleepover.” even though he was still feeling off about you, he was happy that he was able to do something like this that you might appreciate.

that was, until mina’s phone buzzed.

her eyes widened. “shit. shitshitshit! they’re coming here! i see her and bakugou just come into the apartment bubble on life360, they're like two minutes from knocking on the door!”

“fuck—” sero jumped up immediately, his poor hot chips abandoned. “hide everything!”

denki’s stomach dropped while mina moved first, her movements like a volatile tornado. she slammed her laptop shut, shoved all the sample glittery decorations back into the totes and practically threw them into sero’s closet down the hall. denki helped barely, heart hammering as he stuffed the streamers and a half-printed “happy 21st” banner under the couch.

they barely had time to throw themselves back into somewhat normal positions, with denki on the armchair with a random textbook cracked open, while mina laid on the floor pretending to scroll on her phone and sero sprawled on the couch again like nothing happened before the front door clicked open.

you and bakugou stepped in together, and you both looked wrecked. your hair was messy and slightly damp at the scalp, hoodie half-zipped like it had been thrown on in a hurry. bakugou’s black tank clung to his chest with sweat, blond hair tousled and sticking up in places it definitely shouldn’t. his face was flushed, and so was yours. there was a faint redness on your neck that made denki’s stomach churn.

mina's head snapped up fast. “oh em gee, hi guys! …wow, you two look… sweaty. did you just come from the gym or something?”

you squeak out a laugh a little too quickly. “yeah! totally, just worked out. lots of gains.” you flex your bicep in a show, making a serious face at the same bakugou grunts out a “no.”

instantly, both of you froze and switched answers at the same time.

“—i mean no.”

“—yeah, workout.”

you cleared your throat, obviously trying to change the subject as mina looked two seconds away from addressing the elephant in the room. “so what are you guys doing! saw all you guys were gathered here.”

“studying.” denki, mina, and sero all blurted at once.

sero even added a weak “group project,” while mina nodded aggressively.

you looked heavily confused. “since when do you guys study? and why is there glitter on the floor?” denki looks to where you pointed and sure enough, it's the glittery remains of one of the posters leading a trail out from under the couch.

before anyone could dig the hole deeper, the front door opened again and kirishima walks in, still in his wrestling uniform. he stops dead, looking around slowly as the awkward tension thick enough to choke on fills the room.

he scratches the back of his neck. "uh… why is everyone so silent right now? did i walk in on something?”

with scary unison, all five of you respond with a "no!"

kirishima looks properly terrified. "i'm… gonna go take a shower."

it was two days before your surprise birthday rager-slash-sleepover that now had way too many people invited to be considered lowkey, and denki was feeling much more worse than he was that day.

he hadn’t hung out with you properly in days, ever since the incident at his apartment. he definitely hadn’t opened bakugou’s instagram page at two in the morning just to stare at his following list before realizing he was behaving like a psycho and throwing his phone across his bed.

nevermind that, tonight was supposed to be good.

denki drummed his fingers against the elevator walls, humming along distractedly to the song faintly playing through the ceiling while it went up to your dorm floor. on his wrist hung a plastic bag from the gas station filled with the exact same collection of garbage you’d been getting since you were thirteen. sour gummy worms, hot cheetos, and the hostess cupcakes you insisted tasted better with a good swig of blue raspberry slushie, which he had in a drink holder in his other hand.

birthday eve-eve.

it was a really stupid name, but you guys loved the tradition and its name was just a placeholder that stuck. "i'll think of something cooler, i swear!" you'd tell him with a braces-filled grin, the rubber bands stained blue from the cold beverage. you never did, and he never minded.

you’d invented it in middle school after deciding that celebrating your birthday for only twenty four hours was, in your words, “soul-sucking and whimsy-less.” every year since, two nights before your actual birthday, denki picked you up and drove around with you until midnight. sometimes you went to a restaurant. one year, you chose the run-down arcade. on your sixteenth, you spent two hours parked behind a closed target arguing over whether hermione should've ended up with draco instead of ron.

when he knocks on your door, he watches a familiar face pass by. rosy cheeks, short brown hair. "oh, you just missed her denki! looked like she was going somewhere fancy," ochako hums, moving to sit the box in her arms on her hip. the smile already pulling at his face falters. you didn't forget, did you?

“huh?”

ochako looked mildly confused at his expression.

“yeah, like five minutes ago?"

“did she say where she was going?”

ochako opens her mouth and then her face brightens with a soft gasp, like she’s just remembered something.

“oh! bakugou was downstairs. i'm sure you could catch them if you take the stairs down,”

of course he was. denki’s gaze drops to the drink carrier in his hand. condensation has already started collecting on both cups, little beads of water slipping and wetting the cardboard holder.

“nah, it’s good.”

the girl frowns. “are you sure?” ochako had always been sweet to him in high school, so he knew she wasn't purposefully trying to make him feel bad. this was dredging from the depths of his own confusing emotions regarding you.

“yeah.” denki lifts the bag hanging from his wrist. “more snacks for me.”

that earns him another giggle. “okay, well, don’t get a tummy ache!”

“no promises, big dawg.”

ochako waves goodbye in another fit of giggles before continuing down the hall. denki waits until she disappears around the corner to let out the deep sigh in his lungs. he looks at your door and there’s the little dry-erase board hanging from it that mina bought you at the beginning of the semester. you had drawn a crooked birthday cake in one corner with "legal soon!" written underneath in pink marker. denki stares at it for a moment, when suddenly his phone buzzes. his heart jumps seeing your name at the top of the notification. he digs it out of his pocket so quickly he nearly drops one of the slushies.

denki’s brows furrow. something in his chest loosens a little. maybe you hadn’t forgotten! this was all in his head, of course. he was jsut being dramatic again. his thumbs move.

the typing bubble appears immediately, and then disappear. then pops up again.

denki stares at the message. there it was, a perfectly reasonable explanation. denki had spent days acting weird whenever you texted him because self-sabotaging his friendship with you was his latest fad, apparently. this wasn’t really your fault. still, something unpleasant churns his stomach, that icky feeling. instead of asking him about it, you made other plans. his phone buzzes again.

denki reads that one twice. for half a second, something embarrassingly hopeful sparks in him. he wanted you to tell him to turn around. he could send you a picture of the two slushies and complain they're all melted waiting for you. you’d come bounding back upstairs apologizing, and the two of you could spend the night doing exactly what you’d done every year before.

his thumb hovers over the keyboard. then another message appears. he could tell you were overthinking the ordeal at this point.

the rooftop restaurant. he'd forgotten you had sent a post about that place to the group chat almost two months ago. some video of their dessert platter with sparklers sticking out of it, followed by a string of texts about how badly you wanted to go because the patio overlooked the entire city. bakugou remembered, and denki didn't. suddenly, it all felt painfully juvenile.

he realizes he’s left you hanging.

no.

he can picture your face perfectly while you type it. that little crease between your brows whenever you think you’ve upset somebody. your bottom lip pulled between your teeth, biting inside of your cheeks. he can’t stand when you feel guilty, especially when the person making you feel guilty is him. his throat feels strange.

he lets out a short sigh.

denki stops breathing for half a second. there it was, the same shit you’d been telling him since middle school without thinking twice. love you. love ya. luv u loser. it had never meant anything beyond. so why did it make his chest hurt now?

“we need to talk.”

denki looked up from the bowl of jungle juice he’d been pretending to help kirishima mix, and there sero stood across the kitchen island with his arms crossed, staring at him. denki snorts.

“hello to you too, sunshine.”

“dude.”

around them, the apartment had been transformed so completely that denki almost didn’t recognize it. fairy lights hung across the ceiling. the red velvet cake was sitting in the fridge. mina’s balloon arch occupied an entire corner of the living room. pictures of you had been clipped along strings throughout the hallway; college photos, ugly candids, group selfies, and several childhood pictures denki had supplied himself. tons of people had piled in and were chit-chatting among themselves. the playlist he made was filled with songs denki knew you’d love was playing through the stereo speakers. it was perfect, and he’d been fucking miserable for most of the day.

sero exhaled through his nose and stepped closer. “look, i’m not gonna ask you what your deal is again because apparently that makes you start foaming at the mouth.”

“preesh.”

“but tonight is her birthday.” he gives him a pointed stare. denki’s jaw tightens.

“i know.”

“then act like it.” sero gestured around them. “you put half this shit together. you spent like thirty minutes arguing with mina over beer kegs. i'm cutting you slack because i know you're tilted, but that's still my girl. i need you to chill out.”

sero’s voice lowered. “whatever is going on in your head about her and bakugou, put it somewhere else for now.”

that familiar defensive anger sparked instantly in denki.

“nothing is going on in my head, bro.”

“sure, sure…”

“sero.”

“fine!” sero lifted both hands. “nothing. absolutely nothing. you’re the picture of zen.”

“fuck you, man.”

sero gives him a cheeky wink. “after the party.”

denki cracked a smile despite himself, shoving sero’s shoulder. sero grinned, but his expression softened quickly.

“seriously, man. she’s gonna walk in here and see something all of us did because we love her. especially you.” he paused. “don’t ruin that for yourself.”

denki breathed out slowly. “yeah.”

sero raised a brow. “yeah?”

“yeah.” denki grabbed the ladle again, pointing it threateningly toward him. “i’m locking the fuck in.”

“there he is, woo woo woo!”

five minutes later, mina comes flying into the kitchen, nearly slipping on one of the loose streamers scattered across the hardwood. "everybody shut the fuck up! katsuki said they're pulling into the complex!" she yells, wildly waving her phone over her head.

immediately, the entire apartment falls into chaos. the handful of people already pregaming are being ushered away from windows, kirishima rushes to cut the music, and sero moves to cut the lights off. despite how much she'd complained about keeping a small group, mina had somehow managed to invite nearly forty people to an apartment that comfortably housed maybe fifteen. half of them denki recognized from your classes and various clubs, with the other half being mutual friends who'd apparently caught wind of the party somewhere along the way. there was barely any room to hide everyone without someone's ass or elbow poking out from behind furniture.

"if anybody ruins this, i swear to god…" mina whispers threateningly while crouching behind the couch with sero holding her close. kirishima had squeezed himself behind one of the curtains, his massive muscled shoulder very obviously sticking out from the side. oh well. denki shakes his head at the sight and moves further toward the kitchen doorway, pressing himself against the wall where he'd still have a good view of you coming in.

the lock clicks a few moments later and the apartment becomes so quiet denki could probably hear someone drop a pin from across the room. the front door swings open, your voice immediately carrying inside. "why is it so fucking dark in here?" you complain, followed by bakugou's unimpressed grunt as the two of you step further into the apartment.

"how the hell should i know?"

"you literally live here."

"no shit."

"so turn the lights on, genius."

"they're right fucking next to you."

there's the sound of your hand patting along the wall before your fingers find the switch, and the second the room lights up everyone jumps from their hiding places with one collective, ear-splitting, "SURPRISE!" with multiple people pulling confetti poppers in your direction.

you shriek, hand flying to your chest in complete bewilderment. "what the fuck!"

mina is already halfway across the room before anyone can answer. "happy birthday, bitch!" she squeals, throwing herself around you while you barely catch her in time. laughter fills the apartment again, everyone shouting some variation of happy birthday while you cling onto mina and continue staring over her shoulder.

"you knew about this?" you accuse as soon as mina releases you, whipping around toward bakugou. he stands there with his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, looking irritatingly pleased with himself.

"duh."

"you liar! you told me kirishima fucked up the dishwasher!"

from behind the crowd, kirishima raises a hand. "to be fair, i've done that before."

you stare at him in disbelief before turning back around, and it's only then that your attention properly lands on everything around you. denki watches your expression slowly shift as your eyes pass over all of the bells and whistles of the party.

your mouth opens slightly. "you guys did all this... for me?"

the question is so sincere that something immediately warms inside denki's chest. mina makes a dramatic noise of offense. "who else do we know with a birthday today?"

"i don't know!" you laugh, but your eyes have already started to look suspiciously glossy. "i just didn't think you guys were actually gonna do anything this big."

"that would be true if we were boring friends," sero jokes.

"you guys are so fucking sweet," you mumble, covering your mouth for a second before mina starts whining about you making her cry too. everyone begins crowding around you again and for a few moments denki is content standing where he is, watching you get passed between hugs while you laugh and complain about everyone crushing you. you finally spot him and your face brightens. "denks!"

he doesn't even get the chance to say anything smart before you're pushing your way through the people surrounding you and wrapping both arms around his neck. the force sends him stumbling back half a step, a genuine laugh bursting out of him as his arms naturally settle around you. "good god, lady. you're gonna take me out before you even get your cake."

"you knew too?!" you demand against his shoulder.

"nah, i just so happened to show up at bakugou's apartment with forty people."

your eyes flick back toward the pictures on the wall, specifically the childhood ones. "you brought those, didn't you!"

denki shrugs. "mina said she needed throwbacks."

your smile softens. "thank you."

suddenly, world order feels like it's been restored. denki looks at you, taking in how genuinely happy you look, and the ugly weight that's been sitting inside him for weeks finally ceases.

maybe sero was right.

he had been making everything so much bigger in his head than it needed to be. whatever was going on couldn't suddenly erase the time denki had known you or the fact that you still came running toward him the second you saw him. nobody else here could top that.

"okay!" mina claps loudly before the room can get overly emotional. "enough of all this sentimental bullshit. she's twenty-one and therefore legally obligated to get fucked uuuup!" everyone erupts into a wave of hoots and hollers, someone starting the music back up again loud enough denki can feel the bass through the floor.

within the first hour the living room is so packed that getting from one side to the other requires physically squeezing between bodies, and you seem determined to talk to everyone.

denki catches you in intervals throughout the night. you drag him into a group photo with mina and sero, and then a while later you steal the solo cup straight out of his hand and make a disgusted face at whatever he'd mixed for himself. "why does this taste like straight radiation?"

he's buzzed and surrounded by his friends, and you're laughing so hard you nearly spill your drink onto yourself every few minutes. he could enjoy this, no sweat. by the time mina starts screaming that it's cake time, everyone is properly drunk.

"everybodyyyyyyy!" mina shrieks from beside the dining table, standing on the tips of her toes so she can be seen over everyone. "cake time cake time!" the crowd migrates toward her immediately.

denki follows with his cup in hand, slipping between two people until he gets a clear view of the table. the red velvet cake sits in the center with twenty-one candles sticking out of the top, the little strawberries lining the edges exactly how he'd requested when he picked it up that morning.

you appear from somewhere near the hallway with bakugou close behind you. your cheeks are flushed from the alcohol and you have one hand wrapped loosely around his forearm to steady yourself as you weave through everyone. bakugou looks down at your hand but doesn't say anything, only shifting slightly so you have an easier path toward the table.

"oh my god!" you gasp when you see the cake. "there's strawberries!"

mina points dramatically across the table. "thank sparky over there. he was annoyingly specific about it." the warm fuzzy feeling washes over him when you give a lopsided smile.

someone turns off the overhead lights and mina starts lighting the candles while everyone crowds closer. the birthday song begins horribly off-key, sero deliberately singing louder than everyone else while kirishima somehow manages to come in a full beat late. you spend most of it laughing with one hand covering your face, complaining loudly that everyone sounds terrible. when they finally reach the end, the room erupts into claps.

"c'mon hon, make a wish!" mina gushes. you look at all of them for a moment before shutting your eyes, the candlelight flickering against your face while everyone waits. denki finds himself wondering what you're wishing for. after a beat, you inhale deeply and blow all twenty-one candles out at once. a roar of cheers ensue. sero immediately reaches toward the cake with a plastic fork until you smack his hand away.

"wait, wait!" you laugh. "can i say something before you animals demolish it?"

sero reluctantly retracts the fork. "make it quick."

"you're so greedy!" you put the cake knife down and look around the room, suddenly seeming a little more shy with everyone's attention focused on you. "okay, um... this is probably the alcohol talking, so nobody is allowed to make fun of me tomorrow."

"no promises," denki calls out.

you point at him. "especially you!" he grins.

you shake your head before continuing. "i know i said i didn't want some huge party, and clearly nobody here listens to me whatsoever, but... seriously, thank you. i don't think anybody's ever done something this nice for me before." your voice starts to wobble a little.

mina immediately makes a loud crying noise.

"mina!" you look at her with a worried frown.

"keep going, i'll make it!"

you laugh, but your own eyes are getting watery again. "i'm just really grateful. for all of you. even though half of you are annoying as fuck," several people boo.

"i love you guys too!" you defend through laughter. "that's why i can say it!"

you wipe at the corner of your eye before your attention shifts towards the blonde standing next to you. bakugou had been more quiet than usual throughout your little speech, nursing the same cup and surveilling the room. still, he stayed glued next to you almost the entire night. every time you disappeared into the crowd, you somehow ended up circling back to him within the hour.

"and you," you say, turning your body towards him.

bakugou raises a brow. "what about me?"

"thank you for lying to me all day." your smile was soft and genuine.

bakugou's expression changes ever so slightly. "you're welcome."

"asshole," you mutter through a giggle. you don't really think about what you do next.

you lean over and kiss him.

it's short and sweet, hardly more than a quick peck of your lips against his before you pull away again. your hand curls lightly around his forearm while you do it, and when you straighten back up you couldn't have been smiling harder. he, however, looks like someone just rearranged all of his brain cells in one shot. for once in his life, katsuki bakugou has absolutely nothing to say.

someone whistles from behind them and another person starts chanting bakugou's name until he snaps out of whatever brief stupor he'd been in. there's a faint flush creeping higher over his cheeks that has nothing to do with the alcohol, and before he can recover, mina's scream nearly blows out everybody's eardrums.

"OH MY GOD!"

"shut the fuck up!" he barks at her, ears burning bright crimson now. you bury your face in your hands. "you guys are so embarrassing."

mina latches onto your shoulders. "how long has this been happening?"

you groan. "nothing is happening!"

bakugou scoffs beside you. "yeah, keep tellin' yourself that."

your head whips toward him. "excuse me?" he gives you the smallest smug grin. you smack his arm, which makes kirishima start hollering he knew it all along.

denki feels lightyears away watching the entire thing unravel. the euphoria he'd been clinging onto all night evaporated so fast it made him nauseous. he finally understood the part he had been refusing to acknowledge. he didn't want to compete with bakugou for the position of being your best friend. he wanted something more, something bakugou was apparently already getting.

denki turns away before anybody has the chance to notice his face. he notices that the bottle of tequila for shots is sitting abandoned beside the jungle juice. without giving it a second thought, he grabs it. unscrewing the cap and takes a long swig straight from the bottle. it burns violently going down, enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut and cough into his fist afterward. he pours some into the solo cup he was carrying, topping off whatever mystery combination of vodka and fruit punch was already sitting inside. the mixture tastes fucking disgusting when he takes another drink, but after that first swallow he doesn't seem to really care. all denki needs right now is for his brain to quiet down. enough so that he could stop replaying the kiss in perfect clarity, seeing that stupid fucking smile on your face afterward.

"yo."

sero's voice cuts through his thoughts. denki glances sideways and finds his roommate standing at the edge of the kitchen, watching him with that irritatingly perceptive look from earlier return.

"yo," denki answers back, lifting the cup to his mouth for a long sip.

sero's eyes move from the cup to the tequila bottle still sitting suspiciously close to denki's hand. "how much have you had?"

his speech is already slurring. "mm, dunno."

a scoff. "that's reassuring."

denki chuckles bitterly, taking another drink. "it's a party, dude."

"yeah, and you've been drinking since before she even got here." sero steps closer and reaches for the tequila. "maybe pump the brakes a little."

denki gets there first, fingers wrapping around the neck of the bottle and pulling it closer to himself. "i'm good."

sero starts to look really concerned. "i didn't say you weren't."

"then why the fuck are you counting my drinks like i'm some addict?" denki snarks out.

sero opens his mouth, but another voice comes in from behind him before he can answer.

"because you're acting sketchy as hell, sparks,"

mina squeezes into the kitchen beside her boyfriend, one hand holding a partially eaten piece of cake on a napkin. there had been a permanent smile plastered on her face since the cake cutting, but it was currently nowhere to be seen while she assesses denki. "you're totally piss drunk off your ass right now. you look like a jersey shore girl." mina reaches for the bottle too. "give me that, you're cut off."

denki yanks it away from her, irritation flaring. "can you guys seriously fuck off?"

sero's face hardens. "bro."

"what?" denki mutters, looking at both of them. "i'm twenty-one. i'm allowed to drink."

"nobody said you weren't allowed to drink," mina says, irritated, brows knitting together. we're trying to make sure you don't make yourself sick. sorry for caring."

he laughs humorlessly. "well, good thing nobody fucking asked you to."

mina blinks. sero's eyes narrow, immediately stepping between them and pulling her close. "alright, watch the dick tone. that's my girlfriend you're speaking to."

denki knows he's being an asshole. he can see it, somewhere beneath the alcohol he's had and the jealousy, there's still enough of the real him left to feel guilty about it. the feeling lasts about three seconds before another burst of laughter comes from the living room and his eyes betray him, flicking past both of them.

denki abandons his cup on the counter and pushes his way through the crowd, ignoring someone calling his name behind him. the sliding glass door near the back of the apartment takes two tries to unlock because his fingers aren't cooperating, but eventually he gets it open and stumbles onto the balcony. the cold air smacks him straight in the face. he sucks in a deep breath and grips both hands against the railing.

the door slides open behind him. denki doesn't need to look to know who it was.

"denks?"

he closes his eyes. "hey."

you slide the door shut behind you, footsteps approaching him across the concrete. "what are you doing out here? it's fucking freezing."

"i just needed some air."

"i figured as much." you stop beside him, leaning forward enough to try and decipher his face. denki turns slightly away. "you okay?"

"s'nothing." your face moves into a frown. "okay, that's bullshit."

"why'd you ask if you knew i wasn't gonna tell you the truth?"

your brows furrow, frustrated. "because i'm trying to have a conversation with you?"

"you really, really don't need to." he finally opens his eyes to look at you. they're insanely tired.

you cross your arms over your chest. "clearly, i do!"

you gesture toward the door behind you. "mina said you basically told her and sero to fuck off, and you've been drinking like crazy all night. now you're hiding outside by yourself. this isn't you, denks."

"and what the fuck would you know about how i am?" the second the words leave him, your face crumples a little.

your voice got a quieter this time. "what's that supposed to mean?"

there's a dull buzzing somewhere behind his ears from the music inside, and he can still see the reflection of the party lights flashing faintly against the glass door behind you. your birthday sash had slipped crooked across your chest at some point. the alcohol's making it take much longer than usual for him to process his own thoughts. he ignores rationale and speaks without a filter.

"you've had plenty of other shit keeping you busy lately."

you try to understand what exactly he's alluding to. then your eyes narrow slightly, head tilting. "is this about bakugou?"

the way you say the name makes his stomach lurch. denki shakes his head immediately and looks back toward the parking lot. "don't."

"oh my god, it is. this is about bakugou." you look properly bewildered now.

denki presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek. "you do whaaatever you want, and everybody else is supposed to roll with it." your entire body stills. "excuse me?"

"you want me to spell it out?"

you scoff indignantly, looking around. you can't believe what you're hearing right now. "go ahead then, enlighten me!"

he knows you well enough to know where every soft spot is. every insecurity you've ever cried about to him, every ugly thought you've confessed because you trusted him not to judge you.

"you crave attention. you make people feel special enough so they stick around. you're obsessed with having this whole fucking circle jerk of people who would drop everything for you because it makes you feel good about yourself."

"stop."

"and then somebody new comes along, and suddenly they're hot shit until you get bored again. the cycle continues. you just love to use people, huh?"

"denki, stop."

the second the words left him, denki understood just how badly he's fucking up. there's still one more horrible lie behind his teeth; and because he's angry, drunk and miserable, he says that one too. crash and burn, baby.

"you don't actually care about others as much as you think you do. you care about being cared about. because you know if they knew the real parts of you that i do, you know they'd leave you in an instant."

the first tear slips down your cheek, and you wipe it away absently. another follows before you can stop it. he takes a step toward you on instinct, but you move backward.

"don't."

"i didn't mean—"

"don't touch me."

your voice cracks badly. you turn and yank open the balcony door, the glass rattling in its frame when you shove it closed behind you. denki is left standing alone in the cold with nothing but the consequences of his badly conveyed jealousy. he deliberately picked the most painful things he could think of. the realization makes him feel deathly sick, but it could just be the alcohol catching up on him too. he drags the door open again and steps back into the apartment with all intents of leaving.

denki weaves the people as best he can, body heat making his head spin further. he bumps into a taller guy clad in black. he moves to pass a mumbled "sorry" until he looks up and recognizes the blonde.

bakugou doesn't move out of the way. he's standing there with one hand still wrapped around a half-empty bottle of water, expression unreadable. denki tries to step around him and bakugou shifts with him. the universe must've been having a great time watching him implode tonight.

"move man, i'm just gonna leave."

"nah, we're past that."

denki lets out a slow, tired breath. "i'm not doing this with you right now."

"good," bakugou says flatly. "… 'cus i'm not asking."

the crowd around them hasn't fully noticed the tense interaction yet. people are still talking over the music, wandering between the kitchen and living room with solo cups in hand. somewhere behind bakugou, kirishima is laughing with a girl until his eyes catch the two blondes standing directly in the walkway and the sound slowly dies in his throat.

"bakugou," kirishima calls out carefully. neither of them looks at him. bakugou keeps his eyes locked on denki. "you say some shit to her?"

denki swallows. he could lie and say you misunderstood him. maybe even blame the alcohol and save himself even a little bit. instead, denki looks him straight in the face. fuck it.

"yeah."

bakugou's nostrils flare.

kirishima makes his way over to the two. "bro, let's chill."

denki hears sero somewhere behind him now too, his voice cutting through the music when he notices what's happening. "oh, shit."

it happens so fast denki barely registers the movement before his head jerks sideways from the force of bakugou's knuckles, stumbling into the wall with a loud thud and slump down. he tastes a mix of copper, something burning bad inside his mouth. the room gets tundra cold, and you scream at the sight you've returned to. kirishima lunges between them immediately while sero grabs bakugou from behind, hooking both arms around his shoulders before he can move forward again.

"what the fuck, bakugou!" sero's shout finally breaks whatever stunned silence had fallen over the room.

"get the fuck off me," bakugou snarls, trying to shove past kirishima. his face is twisted with rage now, all of the eerie calm from thirty seconds ago completely gone. "i'm not fuckin' done."

"yeah, you are!" kirishima snaps, something unusually serious cutting through his voice. he shoves bakugou back another step. "you're done, bro."

a soft wail is heard from behind them and denki's head turns sluggishly towards it. you were completely speechless at the scene. your eyes are still red from crying, mascara faintly smudged underneath them that you tried wiping off in the bathroom. a few people have already started whispering amongst themselves, the nosier ones blatantly staring like this is some kind of campus drama unfolding for their entertainment instead of your birthday completely falling apart in front of everyone.

"what the fuck…" your voice comes out thin. bakugou's attention snaps toward you, the anger visibly leaving his face the second he actually sees you.

"hey, wait—"

"… no."

you lift one hand weakly.

bakugou shuts up.

mina steps away from you and moves toward the center of the room, clapping her hands loudly enough that nearly everybody looks at her. "alright, party's over. if you don't live here, pack your shit and file out." there's an awkward pause before people start moving.

they begin scooping up purses, jackets and abandoned phones while avoiding eye contact with the group of guys. a few of your closer friends try to approach you before leaving, but mina intercepts them with polite little smiles and assures that you'll be okay. she continues, voice firm as she points toward the door. "i love y'all, thanks for coming, whatever, but we're done for the night."

denki watches all of it from where he's managed to push himself upright against the wall. his head feels like shit, but his stomach definitely feels worse. none of that matters compared to the sight of you standing there looking completely detached from your own birthday party. he feels sero's hand grab his upper arm.

"up."

denki looks toward him, but sero isn't even looking at his face.

"i can stand."

"cool." his voice is flat and fully uninterested.

denki tries to straighten on his own anyway, and immediately has to catch himself against the wall when his balance shifts. sero's grip tightens to help but he doesn't say anything else.

kirishima finally releases bakugou once it's obvious he isn't going to swing again. bakugou jerks his shirt straight and steps away, jaw still tense while his eyes stay glued toward you. you're not looking at him, nor denki. once the last person had left, mina crouches beside you near the couch.

"you're staying with me tonight."

you blink at her, nodding. "okay."

denki doesn't try to say goodbye. there isn't anything he could say that wouldn't make the room feel worse, so when sero starts guiding him toward the door, he lets himself be moved without protest. he catches one last glimpse of you as mina pulls you into her side, your head dropping against her shoulder while she rubs slowly over your back.

the door shuts behind him and sero immediately drops his arm from around him, walking several steps ahead toward the elevator without saying a word. denki follows quietly.

"sero," he tries once when the elevator doors close, but sero's jaw only tightens as he stares at the numbers above them. denki waits another few seconds before murmuring, "i know i fucked up." sero finally glances toward him, and there's none of the usual annoyance or sarcasm in his expression. "i really don't wanna fucking talk to you right now, man." that shuts denki up for the rest of the ride home.

when they finally reach their apartment, sero disappears straight into his bedroom and shuts the door. denki stands alone for a long time before pulling out his phone.

your conversation is still pinned at the top, the last message from earlier that night asking where he was because you wanted him in another picture.

denki was sure he lost more than just you that night.

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