If there was one thing Bakugou hated, it was fucking get-togethers. Who even came up with the idea of having a party with a whole shit-ton of people for fun? Especially a shit-ton of people who were annoying as hell. The idea of seeing any of his former classmates gave him a pounding headache. What was he supposed to do, show up to the bar and pretend to be happy to see any of them? That was definitely not how he rolled.

Bakugou had been psyched to graduate UA and never see any of his classmates, aside from Kirishima, again. So how in the hell was it possible for him to receive an invitation to their five-year class reunion? Five years wasn't nearly enough. Most of them saw each other daily anyway, what did they need a class reunion for? Fucking morons.

The only people Bakugou really cared about from his class, was spikey-hair and his girlfriend pinky. Really the only reason Mina was involved in that sentence was because she was dating Kirishima, so don't get the wrong idea. Kirishima was easy to tolerate, even though he pushed Bakugou's buttons daily. It was also hard to avoid him, being that the two worked at the same hero agency. Bakugou would rather cut off both of his arms and eat them, than admit it, but he was happy they both landed the same job. People still looked at him like he was a villain for the way he acted, not that he gave a shit, but Kirishima acted as the mediator and cooled everyone's jets about it.

So yeah, Kirishima and Mina were fine. Everyone else could fuck off for all he cared, along with their stupid class reunion.

But Kirishima, that fricken asshole, purposely hunted Bakugou down the day after he received the invitation. As if rising up out of the depths of hell, the red-haired hero pounced on him in the gym. Bakugou was having a light jog on the treadmill when Kirishima took up the one next to him, smiling as he did. Immediately he knew the bastard was up to no good, and when he turned and opened his mouth, Bakugou knew it was going to be nothing but shit that came out of it.

"You going to the class reunion?"

Oh, he fucking knew it, he just knew Kirishima was going to ask him. Shooting him a glare that could ice over hell, Bakugou said, "Fuck that."

"Come on," Kirishima drew out 'on', "it'll be fun to see everyone again."

"Our definitions of fun are very different."

"Don't you want the opportunity to scream at Midoriya like the old days?" Kirishima asked with a grin, "It wouldn't be a class reunion without it."

That…almost worked. "I don't even want to look at that worthless pile of shit." Bakugou snapped, "I want to puke just thinking about it."

"Then come hang out with me and Mina."

"I'd rather die."

Kirishima sighed, looking slightly defeated, and then grinned. It was the grin of a real villain, one with a last-ditch effort that was so powerful it just might work. With a shrug, Kirishima turned away from him and said, "Fine, fine, don't come," He paused, and Bakugou knew the hammer was about to drop, "but Uraraka will be there."

Oh god, it was more powerful than Bakugou had anticipated. Nearly tripping on the treadmill, he put his feet on the sides to steady himself and clenched his fist, shouting, "Who gives a flying fuck? I could care less that she or anyone else are going!"

Kirishima, the bastard, only smiled, "Geez, why are you getting so angry? All I said is that Uraraka will be there."

"Say it one more time and I'll punch you into next week."

"Say what again? You mean…Uraraka will be there?"

"You fucking-" Bakugou took a deep breath, trying to quell the fiery anger that was swirling in his chest. He'd really been working on anger management lately, and had gone a full week without an outburst that made someone cry, and he'd be damned if he was going to ruin that streak now. "Let's get one thing straight, hard-on, I don't care about our class, their fucking stupid-ass reunion, or about Uraraka. I'm not going. I have better things to do than listen to their shit."

"Uh, you're such a debbie-downer." Kirishima groaned, "Would it really kill you to get out for once? All you do is work, sleep, and work out. That can't be good for you. Have a little fun for once. Get a girlfriend. You can't tell me that you aren't pent up, if you know what I mean."

That week-long streak he had was beginning to look easy to break, "I am not talking to you about this."

"About what?" Kirishima prodded, jogging along on his treadmill like he was strolling through the park, "The fact that you're still-"

"Don't you dare fucking say it-"

"A virgin?"

"I'm leaving." Bakugou said pointedly, powering down his treadmill.

"Oh, did I huwt wittle Bakugow's feewings?" Kirishima said patronizingly, rubbing his cheeks to wipe away mock tears.

"Are you asking to die, you fuck?" Bakugou growled, a round of explosions lighting up his clenched fists, "Because I'm close to lighting your ass up."

Kirishima looked at his display unimpressed, "I'm real afraid of those Christmas lights, Bakugou, really, I'm shaking in my boots. Just come to the damn class-reunion."

Stomping out of the gym, Bakugou turned back and shouted, "Like hell!"

That fucking spikey-haired bastard. He really knew how to get on Bakugou's last nerve. His blood was pumping dangerously hot, and he had the thought that he needed to get some water, when he saw his partner, Saiko. She was a decently strong water-user, of course not as strong as him, but someone he didn't mind fighting with. All he really knew about her was that she liked dolphins for some weird fucking reason.

"Hey, Katsuki, we need to talk-"

"Shut it, dolphin face!" He snapped at her, making her flinch, but she knew better than to feel bad about it. They'd been partners for two years, and she'd seen every side of him that he made available to the general public. She had also taken the brunt of some of his most soul-crushing outbursts, not even blinking as he called her a useless person well over a dozen times.

"Geez, what crawled up your butt?" She muttered, making him pause in the hall, "Just an hour ago you were fine."

"What. Do. You. Want?" He breathed, turning around to emphasize 'want' with knife-hands.

Her light demeanor shifted, making Bakugou sober up a little, "Well, I…just got transferred."

For the first time in a long time, Bakugou felt like he got hit with a ton of bricks. What? Transferred? Since when? "Transferred?"

"Yeah, remember how I told you I wanted to head over to A City?" She asked, and he analyzed every formula to try and remember when she'd ever mentioned it, "Of course you don't. Well, XXX just had an opening in his agency, and I applied for it."

"Whoa, whoa, wait a fucking minute." He put his hands on his hips, "You applied without telling me?"

Saiko smiled softly, bowing her head, "I'm sorry, Katsuki, but this is the best for me. It's closer to my family and in the agency I've always wanted to work at. It was kind of a last-minute decision. It's nothing personal, I just wanted to let you know that. You're a handful, but I really did enjoy working with you. Not a lot of people really understand what you're all about, but I've seen you jump into a burning building to save a kid without a second thought. I know you have the potential to become a great hero, so keep going, okay?"

"Yeah," He looked away from her, "I didn't need you to tell me that."

"And try not to be hard on your next partner." Saiko folded her arms across her chest, "You have a knack for saying things that I don't think you really mean, and then you can't bring yourself to say sorry."

"When are you leaving?"

"Today's my last day."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He knew his eyebrows were practically knitted together, "How long ago did you get hired over there?"

"Last week."

"And you didn't even tell me until today." He turned around to continue down the hall, jamming his hands in his pockets, "Whatever, I don't even care. You were a useless partner anyway. Have fun eating shit as a rookie over there."

Saiko watched his back and smiled to herself. There he went again. "I just want you to know, Katsuki, I'll always consider you a friend!"

He refused to feel bad about this. He refused. Saiko was just someone who got assigned to him, he didn't even like her. But…aside from Kirishima, he didn't hate being in the same room with her. She tolerated his bullshit and defused situations his temper got him in out in the field. They made a good team, so why? Why didn't she fucking tell him? And why did he feel like he'd been betrayed? They weren't…they weren't even friends!

I'll always consider you a friend!

Fuck that.

Sulking to the cafeteria, he angrily shoveled a bowl of noodles into his mouth, glaring at anyone who came within ten feet of him. If it wasn't for Kirishima, his mood probably wouldn't have been so sour, but that mixed with Saiko leaving really made him pissed off. If that wasn't bad enough, he still had the stupid class reunion over his head. Why was that even bothering him?

He continued to slouch his way through the day, and the rest of the week at that. Saiko was gone when he came back the next day, her space completely cleaned out. The hero he worked for, Blade, known for his ability to turn his limbs into swords, had told him to lay low for the week. He was working on finding a new partner, so until he did, Bakugou could just hang out. If there was any particularly strong villain, then he could go out.

Not having any work to do was a fucking drag. There were only so many times he could count the tiles on the ceiling in his cubicle. There were fifty-three, if you were wondering. And people-watching the normies outside, while meme-battling Kirishima, grew old after Wednesday. Later into the week, the gym always became crowded, because apparently villains had outside plans on the weekends and weren't on the move. So everyone and their fucking brother just had to overcrowd Bakugou's only source of activity.

By Friday, he was nearly going insane, enough to actually think about going to his classmates' shitty reunion the next day. Throughout the week, Kirishima had been slowly chipping away his resolve, until they were walking down the hall and he had to listen to his friend blabbing on about it again. Gritting his teeth together, he finally turned to him and shouted, "For the love of god, Kirishima, fine! I'll fucking go if it makes you shut the hell up about it!"

"Really?" Kirishima looked wholeheartedly surprised, and then clapped him on the shoulder, "I knew you'd come around, buddy!"

"Don't call me that ever again."

"It was because of Uraraka, wasn't it?"

"Why are you so strung up on that?"

"You think I didn't catch you looking at her all the time?" Kirishima waggled his eyebrows, "And not to mention she's the only one whose posts you comment on on Facebook. You had the biggest crush on her in high school, don't even try to deny it."

"I'm denying it." Bakugou muttered.

"You can try all you want, but Mina and I know." Kirishima said, nudging him with his elbow, "Don't be late tomorrow!"

Bakugou ignored him, and arrived at the bar designated as the reunion spot, an hour late. Like hell was he going to show up early when not everyone was there yet, and have to listen to someone's life story since high school.

When he strode through the door at ten o'clock, the bar was surprisingly full. For a moment he didn't recognize anyone, and he wondered, and slightly hoped, he'd gotten the wrong address. But when a slim arm wrapped around his waist, and a pink face ducked in his field of vision, he knew he'd unfortunately got it right.

"Bakugou, you finally made it!" Mina Ashido, with her usual unbearable cheer, exclaimed, "We were beginning to think you wouldn't show up!"

He glared down at her, "I'm wishing I didn't, now, Pinky."

"Oh shut up," She said with a smile, tightening her embrace around him, and guided him further into the bar, "We're all sitting on the couches in back."

He allowed her to steer him to where she'd said, and tried to mentally prepare himself for the nightmare-inducing hell he was about to be thrown into. Immediately, Kaminari sprang to his feet and shouted, "Bakugou?"

"Fuck." He muttered under his breath, "What's up, sparky?"

"Holy shit, he actually came!" Kirishima said, raising his glass of alcohol from his seat on the couch to Bakugou's right, "Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone shouted, and collectively took a drink. Kaminari was sitting next to Jiro, figures, and Yaoyorozu next to him. On the other side of Jiro, was Hagakure, talking excitedly to Tsuyu. On the couch next to them, Sero was sitting next to Kirishima and the space he saved for Mina. Opposite them, Todoroki sat stoically next to Deku and Iida, and Bakugou made a mental note to avoid that couch at all costs. Seated a few spots away were Shoji and Tokoyami, both looking like they were ready to leave.

In the back of his mind, Bakugou noted that Uraraka wasn't there, like Kirishima had told him one hundred and sixty-seven times that she would be.

"Where's your drink, dude?" Mina asked, eyeing his empty hands.

"You didn't let me get one." He said.

"Aw man," She grinned, "hurry up, you gotta catch up with all of us."

"Yeah, yeah, one drink and you're already done for, horn-head." He muttered, turning to head to the bar. He squeezed into a small opening, holding his hand up slightly to get the bartender's attention when they were done with the drink they were pouring. He waited for what seemed like forever, and was starting to lose his patience, when the person wedged against his back suddenly said, "Bakugou?"

He side-glanced down, meeting the soft brown gaze that momentarily disarmed him. One hundred and sixty-seven times wasn't nearly enough to prepare him to see her again. She had grown out her hair, the once short chestnut locks now pulled back into a high ponytail. Her chubby cheeks had slimmed down, along with her body, undoubtedly built with muscle. She had really grown into her adult body, and the rose-pink romper she was wearing didn't leave much to the imagination. "Well, well," He said, thanking whoever was upstairs that his voice didn't crack, "if it isn't round-face."

"Still giving everyone nicknames, I see." She muttered, "Do you even remember anyone's name?"

"Why do you think I have nicknames?"

"I figured." She said, and then, "Good luck trying to get a drink, I've been here for five minutes."

"It's because you're so short, he can't see you."

"I don't see him jumping to serve you either."

He hid a smirk. She was feistier than he remembered. The Uraraka he knew was always clumsy and shy, sputtering an apology every time he so much as looked at her. But this Uraraka, she was something new to him. Her eyes didn't look up at him questionably like they had, but rather challengingly, like she was daring him to snap at her.

He liked it.

Bakugou clicked his tongue, and then propped a foot onto the ledge of the bar, leaning over the counter to shout, "Hey barkeep! How long does it take to get a drink around here?"

A few heads turned in his direction, and the bartender shuffled down to him, "Sorry, sir, I didn't see you there."

"Whatever." He said, "I'll have a beer, and she'll have," He glanced down at Uraraka, who looked like a mouse caught in a trap, "what do you want, floaty?"

"You don't have to-"

"What. Do you want?" He demanded with thinning patience.

"Um, I'll have a long island, please." She said with a smile.

"Coming right up!" The bartender said.

Bakugou turned around so that they were facing each other, and Uraraka leaned an elbow on the bar, "You didn't have to buy my drink, it's expensive."

"Can't you just say thanks and get over it?" He asked, lazily flicking his gaze from her eyes down the length of her body, "What have you been doing since high school?"

"I joined an agency in A City, but it's such a long commute that I quit." Her cheeks turned a little pinker than before, "But I just got hired at a new agency. I start on Monday."

"Here's your drinks." The bartender said, sliding them across to Bakugou, who handed him the money, "Keep the change."

Giving Uraraka her drink, he said, "Wow, so even someone like you can get hired, huh?"

"Speak for yourself," She shot back, "what have you been doing?"

"Working." He took a drink of his beer, reveling in the bitter flavor.

"You have a girlfriend?"

He arched an eyebrow, "Fuck no."

"Can't see why." She said to herself, but loudly enough for him to hear, and fished the straw of her long island into her mouth. After taking a drink, she said, "I don't have a boyfriend either."

"Does it look like I care?"

"You're just as charming as I remember."

"It's been five years, don't get all high and mighty." He said, downing his beer with the way this conversation was going. Wiping his mouth, he flagged down the bartender and ordered another, "I didn't even want to come to this fucking shit-show."

"Then why did you?" She asked, somewhat defensively. Right, he forgot, she was actually friends with these losers and cared about seeing them again.

"Fuck if I know." He muttered, taking the new beer from the bartender, "Kirishima wanted me to, and I knew if I didn't, I wouldn't hear the end of it from pinky."

"Is that it?"

His eyes found hers, and he thought that maybe she was hoping he would say something. What the fuck was he supposed to say? "Yeah?"

She sighed, and then chugged her drink just as he had. He watched her in amazement, because that fucking long island was way bigger than his beer, and he knew there was much more alcohol content in it. When she was finished, she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and said, "I need another."

"Simmer down, you alchy." He said, "You just chugged like, sixteen ounces of liquor."

"So?" She put her hands on her hips, shooting him a challenging look, "You afraid because I'm showing you up?"

"By drinking more than me?" He shrugged, "Whatever, I like not having my stomach pumped at the end of the night, so…"

"I'm getting another one." She stepped up on the ledge under the counter, waving her hand, "You want one?"

"I don't do girly drinks."

She shot him a look, "Yeah, well, my 'girly drink' is like, three of your beers."

"Are you trying to challenge me?"

She shrugged, "Maybe I am, what are you going to do about it?"

Oh that did it. That simple phrase, 'what are you going to do about it' really did Bakugou in. It was one of his weaknesses, really. When he was given a challenge, Katsuki Bakugou didn't back down. With a grin, he leaned forward so that their faces were level, "Fine, then, let's see who can drink more."

"You're on!"

It was a mistake on both of their parts. In all fairness, Bakugou ended up winning, but he doubted Uraraka would even remember the challenge in the morning. The only good thing about getting insanely drunk with her, was that the rest of their class also got drunk. It was the biggest shit-show Bakugou had ever seen, especially when karaoke came out. Everyone was suddenly an A-list singer that night. The only ones who didn't seem to get drunk were Iida and Deku, which really fucking figured.

Bakugou actually had fun, not that he'd ever admit it.

Kirishima sat next to him as Mina and Uraraka swayed with the music while the rest of the class cheered them on, their arms around each other's shoulders singing, and elbowed him, "That's…my girlfriend." Kirishima slurred, pointing to Mina.

Bakugou turned his head slowly toward him, "I know, fucking moron."

But Kirishima was still looking at her as she laughed with Uraraka, his eyes half-lidded and a stupid smile etched across his face, "She's so beautiful. How did I get so lucky?"

Bakugou wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol, or if it was from such sappy words, but his stomach churned at the thought, "Dude, shut the fuck up."

Kirishima suddenly turned to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders, and pulled himself closer to Bakugou. Pointing a finger in his face, he said, "You should ask Uraraka out, man. She told me she's working in this city now, so she'll be around more."

Bakugou rolled his eyes, "Why the fuck would I?"

"Cause you like her," Kirishima said, holding up his free hand for emphasis, and effectively spilling his drink on them both, "and she likes you."

"No she doesn't."

The red-haired man looked at him through sarcastic half-lidded eyes, "You are so fucking stupid that I can't even handle it. Why do you think I made you come to this thing?"

"Cause you're a pain in the ass."

"Yeah," Kirishima giggled, and then continued his slurring, "but Uraraka really wanted you to be here."

Bakugou drunkenly shook his head, "No she didn't."

"Yeah, she did. She told Mina, and that's why we tried to get you here so hard." Kirishima mussed Bakugou's blonde hair, sitting back to watch the girls again, "Dude, just fucking look at her. She's nearly perfect, and she wants to see an asshole like you. Why would you let that slip by, especially when you want her, too?"

The alcohol was starting to make Bakugou's head fuzzy. What was Kirishima saying? Uraraka really came here to see him? "I…"

The girls' song stopped, and they both came back to where the two men were sitting, wiping tears from their eyes, "Oh my gosh, I haven't laughed that hard in a while."

"Babe," Kirishima said, glancing at Bakugou and then back at Mina, "want to get out of here?"

Mina grinned, wrapping her arms around his waist as he struggled to his feet, "Oh? Should we?"

Kirishima leaned down to give her a quick kiss, nearly making Bakugou throw up, and said, "Yep, we have things to do at home."

"Jesus Christ," Bakugou muttered, "just go so I don' have to be tortured any more than I already am."

Kirishima winked, "Kay, bye, Bakugou."

Bakugou watched the couple as they sauntered toward the door, and then glanced back around him to see who was still left. Hagakure and Tsuyu had left a little earlier, and Kaminari and Jiro looked like they were getting ready to. Sero had disappeared, and Bakugou could really give a fuck less where Iida, Tokoyami, and Shoji went. Deku and Todoroki were still there, surprisingly, the ladder talking a little too closely to Yaoyorozu, but whatever. As Uraraka flopped down next to Bakugou with a giggle, he noticed Deku's gaze flick over to them.

"Uh," Uraraka sighed, leaning back against the couch, "that was too much fun. I can't believe Mina left already!"

His eyes lingered a little too long on her legs, which she propped up on the small table littered with plastic cups. Shaking his head, he glanced down at the cup of beer in his hand, and put it on the table. He really needed to stop drinking, Uraraka was not his type. He definitely didn't like long dark hair, or skin that wasn't too tan, but not pale either, that looked like it would be hyper soft against his calloused hands. And Bakugou really wasn't one to go for girls who had killer curves…and girls who were super, super attractive…

God damn, who was he kidding, Uraraka was driving him absolutely insane. Kirishima, as much of a bird brain as he was, had been right. Ever since their fight in the first UA Sports Festival, he'd admired her. Not many people had actually fought against him with their all. They were too afraid to make him angry, but her? She actually fought him, with one of the smartest strategies he'd ever seen. She was the only one to make his heart beat faster than normal, the only one to ever fill his head with thoughts of her, the only one he'd actually missed seeing…

"Hel-lo, earth to Bakugou!"

He blinked, realizing he'd spaced out, and saw her waving her hand in front of his face, and snapped, "What?"

She sat up straight, her cheeks crimson from all the alcohol she'd drank, "I'm gonna get going."

Rising to her feet, she suddenly swayed and tried to steady herself, but tripped over her own feet. Bakugou caught her around her waist, but she toppled forward into his lap, catching herself on the back of the couch. He thanked the alcohol for already making his face red, because, fuck, it would have been embarrassingly blazing without it. She had one leg propped on the couch next to him, the other on the floor, and her top half was pressed against him. Their faces, only inches apart, mirrored each other's shock.

"Uh," Bakugou, whose hands were still gripping her waist, swallowed, "You good, pink-face?"

"I've never been this drunk before." She whispered, and then giggled.

Bakugou sighed, pushing her upright as he stood. If Uraraka was leaving, there was no point in him staying, "Where do you live, I'll walk you home."

She shook her head, "Oh, you don't have to do that."

He arched an eyebrow, swaying lightly on his feet, "A drunk girl in an outfit like that doesn't make for a happy ending, sweetheart."

If he wasn't mistaken, her cheeks grew even brighter, "What's wrong with my outfit?"

He steered her toward the door, bathing gloriously in the disappointed look on Deku's pathetic face, and leaned down to say in her ear, "It's driving all the guys in here crazy."

She glanced around, "Why?"

He opened the door and waited for her to clumsily step over the threshold, and let it swing shut behind them, "Because, it's a little…"

"A little what?"

God she was so innocent. "It's…you know…sexy."

She blinked, and then laughed, clutching his arm to stay on her feet, "It's just a romper!"

"It doesn't leave much to the imagination."

"Do I at least look good?"

"Yeah."

She leaned her head against his arm, humming to herself, and then peeked up at his face, "When you said it was driving all the guys crazy, does that mean you too?"

"Fuck." He said under his breath, "Why do you want to know?"

She looked away, "No reason."

"Where are you staying?" He asked, both of them stumbling down the street, supported by each other.

"I…don't know how to get there from here." She stopped walking, the epiphany of her situation hitting her suddenly, "I took a cab."

Unbelievable. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He glared down at her, "You're really something, you know that? Some things didn't change about you."

"What do you mean, some things?"

"You really don't know how to get back to your place?"

She suddenly looked like she was about to cry, catching him completely off guard, "No, I don't. I guess just call a cab and I'll try to describe it to the driver-"

"Just fucking stay at my place." He muttered, "Knowing you, you'll get out at the wrong place and be in a worse situation."

"Your place?" She asked, "Is that okay?"

"Why, do you not want to?"

"I just…" She twiddled with the edge of her romper, "I don't want to intrude…"

"You're amazing, you know that?" He started walking, pulling her with him, "I'm just trying to make sure you don't get murdered, and you don't even want my help."

"It's not that." She said quietly, "It's because…I've…never stayed the night at a guy's house before…"

He grimaced, "What, do you think I'm going to jump your bones? I'm a respectable guy, you know."

After a couple minutes of walking in silence, she looked up at him, her gaze still reserved, but some of the fire had crept in, "You really like my romper?"

"Why are we back to that subject?" He slurred, opening the door to his apartment building. They stepped into the elevator, and he continued, "Yeah, I fucking like it, okay?"

"Okay." She smiled, and they stepped out of the elevator. He fumbled with the key to his door, before finally unlocking it and turning on the lights. His apartment wasn't anything special, but it was comfortable. "Should I sleep on the couch?" Uraraka asked.

"You can have my bed, I'll sleep on the couch." He said, throwing the keys on the counter, "Do you want a shirt to sleep in?"

"If you wouldn't mind."

He retrieved one from his drawer and tossed it to her, "Bathroom's over there. You want anything to eat? You should soak up some of that alcohol."

"Sure."

He flopped down on the couch, turning on the TV, and started munching on some chips. His phone vibrated once, a text from Kirishima, You getting laid yet? Cause I am.

After choking on a chip, he quickly typed out, I hope you have a heart attack and die.

"Ah, so much comfier." Uraraka's voice came from the hall, and Bakugou had to clench his teeth together as she walked out in only his shirt. Thank god it went down to mid-thigh, or Bakugou would be the one having the heart attack. She reached into the bag of chips he had, and stuffed some into her mouth, "You know, I don't feel so drunk anymore."

"You haven't drank anything in an hour, so you're probably starting to sober up."

"Totally." And as if all of her talk crumbled before her, she swayed dangerously close to falling. Once again, Bakugou caught her, and swung her up into his arms.

"You're going to bed, Uraraka." He said, carrying her to his room.

Gently laying her down, he pulled the dark blue comforter up over her. Making sure she was tucked in, he turned to leave, but felt her fingers close around his wrist, "Stay with me?"

"What?"

"I really came to see you today." She said, tugging at his wrist, "Won't you stay?"

"Uraraka…" He looked away, already knowing where this was going, "I know you aren't usually like this, so I'll blame it on the alcohol. Trust me, you wouldn't feel too positive if you woke up next to me in the morning."

"Yeah I would."

He jerked his wrist free, "Go to sleep. I won't be your mistake."

"It's not a mistake." She sat up, "I really like you, Bakugou."

He stared at the bedroom door, "You won't remember this in the morning, so I seriously doubt you know what you're saying. And despite what everyone thinks, I'm not a bad guy. I wouldn't take advantage of you like this. You want to have sex when you're not drunk, hit me up, but until then, go to bed." He left the room before she could even answer and plopped down on the couch to angrily chow through the bag of chips.

Fuck class reunions.

A/N: I totally promised a KiriMina story, and I did not deliver that in any way. I'm a hopeless Kacchako lover, but I'll try my hardest to get a KiriMina story out someday!

Also, the agency characters are ones I just made up on a whim.

I don't have much to say, other than thank you to everyone who reads, reviews, favorites, and follows this story! You won't be disappointed! (I hope T_T)

Until next time!