Chapter 1
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/-10:23pm-\
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3rd Person Omniscient
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He Giggled.
Shoto Todoroki Giggled and everyone that was in the 1-A private room located in Jewsaroo’s Bar looked at him like he just decapitated a baby.
Yeah, He was flat-out drunk but so what? It still sounded better than Poker Face by Lady Gaga playing in the background.
We R Who We R just started playing in the background, replacing Poker Face.
“HOT & DANGEROUS! IF YOU’RE ONE OF US, THEN ROLL WITH US!” The intoxicated Peppermint started sing-yelling. Everyone wondered if he knew he was singing the right verse at the wrong time.
Denki was the first one to speak. “How many shots did you give the doll, Camie?”
Camie, a close friend of Class 1-A, who was a bartender at Jasaroos’s answered the question sounding like she just got an unsure glimpse of what heaven looked like.
“Just about 6. Oh...wait no, it was like 7...or...erm, 8? I dunno, every time he had flipped the shot glass down, I just gave him s’more vodka.”
Then Shoto took off his shirt.
It revealed his toned 8-pack, which was glistening with sweat. He took his shirt and whipped off the sweat on his forehead.
“It’s too hot in here...does this place have AC, Camie?” Shoto asked, the giggled again, “Oh, wait, my quirk.”
Some people were like Izuku, who turned beat red, and some were like Denki who stared in awe, taking in the PlayBoy model hotness.
“T-Todoroki-kun! M-maybe you sound p-put your shirt b-back on!” Izuku Stammered.
“Let the Beauty have his shirt off, Midoriya! Oh, and Todoroki, if you wanna get laid all you gotta do is say the word man.” Denki said a wicked grin taking place on his smug face.
Mina laughed so hard, (while Shoto's right eyebrow cocked up in confusion) she fell on the floor gripping her stomach and madly coughing. “HA! YOU THINK TODOROKI WOULD LAY YOU OF ALL PEOPLE?! BAHAHAHA!!!” Hanta rolled his eyes, then picked up the hysterically laughing girl and plopped her on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Sorry to cut out some of the fun, but Ms.Laughs-a-Lot and I are gonna leave,” Hanta said like he was going to babysit the shitiest kid in the world for 2 dollars per hour again.
“Awwww, but you and Mina are my only best friends here!” Denki whined.
“Oh, hush. You’ll be fine. Ejiro and Katskuki should be here sooner or later.” Sero retorted, distracted by the wiggling girl now crying, mascara running down on her face, telling him that she didn’t wanna go home unless he planned to fuck her.
“Fineeeeeee, you suck tho.” Kaminari sounded like a 5-year-old, though that’s what he was at heart.
Everyone said bye to the two people who were exiting the private room.
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It was about an hour and some change later when the only people left were the following: Shoto, Denki, Camie, Kyoka, Mashirao, Hitoshi, Izuku, Mezo, and Fumikage.
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/-11:29pm-\
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Katsuki POV | 3rd person
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Katsuki was pulled out of the car.
“Shitty hair I told you I didn’t wanna come, so why the hell-”, Bakugou started to growl.
“Katsu, just please spend 30 minutes with them alright? They really miss you, and you’re not involved as much with them as you used to be.” Kirishima softly spoke as he turned, then zipped up Katsuki’s leather jacket. And After he was done, cupped his hands to the ash-blondes face.
“I told you to stop being so soft, you dork,” The now warm-cheeked man stammered, talking like a certain messy green-haired waste of space...
Kirishima placed a kiss on the ever-so-slightly taller male’s cheek.
“I love you, Katsu.” The red-haired boy whispered, now draping arms around Katsuki’s neck. Then placing his head on his shoulder, nuzzling himself into the toned male.
Katsuki didn’t even have to say anything, wrapping his arms around Ejiro’s waist, swaying side to side with his favorite dumbass.
They stayed like that for a few seconds before Katsuki could feel snow kissing his exposed skin, as Ejiro did when he was feeling like he wanted to tease.
“Eji.”
“Hmmm~?”
“We should probably go inside. I can feel snow starting to fall.”
“Nuh-Unnnh.”
“Yes-huh. C’mon, we need to go meet the people you call your damned friends.”
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Ejiro POV | 3rd Person
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They were heading up the stairs now, one foot in front of the other, each step un beat with Party Girl playing outside of the stairwell. The silence in the air usually bothered Ejiro, but he was at a sense of relative peace with himself at the moment. The trend up the stairs took only about a minute. Then the pair of young men stood at the door for a while.
Ejiro looked over to Katsuki, seeing the determined but dreadful look on his face while he was looking at the door.
“So are you gonna open the door or not Shitty Hair?” Katsuki said out into the open, his echo carrying out into the vast opening of the conquered stairwell.
“Yeah... just trying to figure out what to say, you know?”
“No, I don’t.”
“Well… I don’t see these guys as much as I’d like to. I mean we all used to be so frickin' close...then about a year after we all finished U.A….well… the people I spent most of my time with drifted away from me the most. And you know what’s really crazy? Some of us already have kids! And I haven’t even met any of them...I mean, come on Katsu...most of us are 24 now...It’s just crazy to me, how I can't even remember the last time I talked to half of these people.”
Lips pursed, Kastsuki said, “Idiot. All that matters is that we're here now, right? And you knew, Ejiro. You knew that this would’ve happened if you became a hero. Maybe it didn’t sink in for you until now, but we all knew what we were gonna sign up for before we even sighed up for it.”
Ejiro sighed. “I know. I knew. God, why does it have to be this complicated?”
“It’s not. It’s you Ejiro. You need to get your priorities straight, before you even go on your next mission, better yet into this room.” Katsuki looked at Ejiro, frowned, then opened the door, stepped in, and let the door close on Ejiro’s sunken and defeated face.
T.B.C.
