I was reading through a few of my first fics and I couldn't get past like the first chapters. They were so fucking bad and I think it's insane how far my writing has come on this app, like holy shit.

My head was pounding and everything else was aching. I was pretty sure I had to have gotten hit by a car or something to feel this awful. It took me a second to register what had caused me to be forced into the world of the living. My pillow was moving.

Why the fuck is my pillow moving?

"Stop moving," I grumbled, turning my face into it. Everything was too bright, even with my eyes shut.

"I can't exactly get up with you snoring on me, Deku," Bakugou's voice was a mix between amused and smug.

I groaned again. What the fuck happened last night? How is this what I wake up to? There was nothing more I wanted to do than get my ass out of that bad as fast as possible, but between the jackhammer in my brain and the tilt-a-whirl that was my vision, it wasn't an option.

"What happened last night?" I struggled to ask, my face was still pressed against his chest. Thank god he wore a shirt to bed.

He chuckled at my question, and that was when I noticed that his arm was wrapped around me, his hand resting on my hip. Fucking kill me now, I thought. "You had way too many fucking shots, damn near stripped our entire set, and then needed to be carried to the car."

For the third time that morning, which had to be a record of some sort, I let out a groan. "Can you do me a favor and just, like snap my neck or something?" My voice was pained as I spoke.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" His tone was still light and teasing, but the question sent a shiver down my spine. "I can't do anything until you get up."

"Kacchan, I can't move," I whined. I was annoyed with myself as soon as the words left my mouth.

"All high and mighty, but a hangover takes you right out. What the fuck, nerd?" He chuckled at the end, shaking his head slightly.

I heard the door handle jiggle and then quietly open and shut again. "He still asleep?" Eijirou's voice asked quietly.

I shushed him without moving or even opening my eyes.

"He was basically whispering, Deku," Bakugou said, using the same volume as all morning.

"Shush," I hissed at him.

"What the fuck?" Bakugou asked.

"I don't know, dude," Eijirou responded and I could hear his smile.

"I'm gonna kill myself, this is awful," I mumbled into Bakugou's side.

I heard Eijirou's laugh as he walked over to us. The bed shifted slightly as he sat on the other side of me. "C'mon, sit up. I've got painkillers."

"Eijirou! My angel," I exclaimed, a sharp pain caused me to hold it the rest of the time I was moving to sit up. "Gimme, gimme," I demanded, opening and closing my first as I waited for him to drop the pills to me.

"So fucking pushy," Bakugou mumbled to himself.

"If you felt like how I feel right now, you'd understand," I said back, throwing the Advil into my mouth and taking a drink of water to wash it down.

All three of us now sat up in the bed, but my head was in my hands as I waited for the painkillers to kick in. "This is terrible, I'm gonna kill myself," I said again.

"Give it thirty minutes, Iz," Eijirou sounded like he was teasing me and that was not what I wanted to deal with at the time.

"Sh, stop talking," I whispered to him, swaying slightly.

"Fine."

The room became so quiet I could hear my own heartbeat and that just made the pounding in my head worse. "Ugh, that's worse. Talk."

"Fucking bipolar when you're hungover, ya know that?"

"Did you know I don't actually care?"

"Easy there, Iz," Eijirou lightly scolded.

"Everything is awful," I repeated. "Make it stop being awful."

"I've got pop tarts?" The redhead's voice pitched up at the end of the statement, unsure if it would solve all my problems or make them a million times worse.

"Oh my god, pop tarts?" I exclaimed, not even caring about the ache in my head and body as I shot to attention and eagerly grabbed the food from his hands.

"I'm getting dizzy just watching him," Bakugou quietly said to Eijirou.

I looked up just in time to see him nodding in agreement. "Do not mention dizzy around me. No dizzy," I said, pointing my pop tart at each of them in a threatening manner. Well, as threatening as a pop tart can be.

"No dizzy," Eijirou confirmed, holding his hands up in surrender. "Feeling a little better though?"

I nodded happily, taking another bite. "Pop tarts fix everything," I said after I had swallowed my bite, I'm not an animal.

"Apparently," Bakugou confirmed.

"What an amazing last meal before I go home and my mom realizes I wasn't there and sends me to boarding school," I said in a dreamy tone before taking another large bite.

"It's gonna be fine, nerd. Stop having a spazz attack," Bakugou instructed.

"Yeah, okay," I agreed, munching away on my pop tart.

"Can he just always be eating a pop tart? Please?" Bakugou begged Eijirou, or at least I assume he did.

He just shook his head at the question, clearly amused. "We should get him home soon though." His voice sounded worried.

"Pop tart first," I instructed them like school children. "Then real-world problems."

I did eventually make it back to my own house, which was cool. I totally needed both of them to help me get through the two windows without falling to my death though, which was less cool. "See ya later. I'm going straight back to bed," I openly admitted, giving them a mock salute.

"Have fun with that, Iz," Eijirou mused, waving at me from Bakugou's room.

"G'night," I called over my shoulder, heading to my desk to take off all my extra jewelry. You wouldn't believe how uncomfortable all that metal was when you're trying to sleep.

"Goodnight," I heard back.

I smiled to myself while I worked to remove everything but my eyebrow piercings and septum. I had started to grow attached to them again. Once I finished, I walked over to my bed, where my discarded t-shirt and comfy pants resided. I quickly changed and immediately dived onto my bed. As soon as I was under my blankets, I was fast asleep.

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The rest of the weekend was uneventful, other than the few short chats with Bakugou or Eijrou through the windows, and all too soon it was Monday morning. Classes passed by at a sluggish pace, but eventually lunch rolled around.

As soon as my ass was in the chair, Ashido spoke up. "How ya feeling, buddy?"

"Sh," I replied instantly. "Don't mention dizzy. No dizzy," I instructed yet again. Just the mention of Friday night and Saturday morning made me want to vomit.

"Got it," she said while trying to cover her giggle.

"Dude, are you still hung over?" Sero asked dumbfounded.

"No," Obviously I wasn't still hung over, Jesus, I didn't drink enough for that. "But the trauma remains, stoner boy, the trauma remains." My voice was haunting as I remembered the pain in my skull when I had woken up on Saturday.

A hand landed on my head, gently roughly my hair. "How's the head, Iz?" Eijirou asked, taking a seat in the chair to my left.

"Not great when you go around shaking it everywhere," I complained, shooing his hand away. When I looked back over at me, she was sending me the look. Why was she sending me the look? What happened? I'm positive my face showed my plain as-day confusion because she rolled her eyes before tuning back into the conversation around us and lunch carried on as usual.

"Oh, Mido, can me and you hang out at your place for a little while today?" Ashido asked me out of the blue.

I blinked at her, assuming I had misheard her. "Huh?"

She laughed at the clueless expression on my face. "Kirishima finished a new song over the weekend and the boys never let anyone listen to them practice a new song for the first few times. So, I figured we'd hang out at your place while they practice for an hour or two. Otherwise, I just have to go home and that's so lame," she complained. She was blinking at me with big puppy dog eyes. Fuck, my one weakness.

"Yeah, that'll work. My mom probably won't be home before that, and even if she is, you can just window hop to Kacchan's," I agreed, it was probably the only option other than us just sitting alone at our respective houses. If I went over to Ashido's place with her, I wouldn't know if my mom came home early and then I'd be fucked.

No one batted an eye at the nickname being used so casually. I had called him that so many times while drunk, that it makes sense that it stuck.

It wasn't until Friday rolled around again that the boys finally let us hang out at practices again. Ashido was buzzing with excitement the entire day and didn't once shut up about being able to finally hear the new song. I had to admit, that my own anticipation grew with every passing minute by the end of the day.

By the time we made it back to the garage and the boys were about to play, I was bouncing in my seat just as much as Ashido, mostly just because it was hilarious to indulge her. It was fun though, I'll give her that.

"Uh, remember, it's still pretty rough, we've only been playing it for a week," Eijirou warned with a nervous laugh.

"We're not here to judge, Kiri, take a breath," Ashido chided.

He took her advice, taking a deep breath before counting them in.

(Don't Stop by 5 Seconds of Summer)

Ashido and I were instantly nodding along to the beat. It was upbeat and catchy already.

You're like perfection, some kind of holiday
You got me thinking that we could run away
You want, I'll take you there
You tell me when and where
Oh, oh-oh, oh

Ashido already dancing along and it was hard to pay attention to anything but the way she was moving the whole couch. When I had to quickly turn to avoid getting a hand to my face, I glanced up and saw Eijirou already watching me. Ashido's movements were quickly forgotten.

The whole group was getting into, performing as always, even during practice, but I was only watching one of them.

But then I asked for your number
Said you don't have a phone
It's getting late now
I gotta let you know

That everybody wants to take you home tonight
But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine

Eijirou's eyes were locked on mine, only sparing short glances down at the guitar in his hand. He wrote this over the weekend?

Don't stop doin' what you're doin'
Every time you move to the beat
It gets harder for me
And you know it, know it, know it

My breath hitched when he made eye contact once again, but now peering through his lashes. It was only for a split second, but god damn.

You're coming close now, swear I can taste it
You got me tongue tied, I can't escape it
I'm loving what you got
But then you push me off
Oh, oh-oh, oh

And everybody wants to take you home tonight
But I'm gonna find a way to make you mine

I painstakingly tore my gaze away from his. I could feel my blush forming and continuing our little staring contest would only make things worse for me.

I smiled and bounced along to the rest of the song, watching Ashido and no one else. My thoughts were all over the place.

Was this song about me? It couldn't be, right? Eijirou was dating Bakugou, or something like that. I didn't know what their relationship status was, but something told me it wasn't single.

When the song concluded, Ashido and I both clapped. "That was great guys! Your songs never disappoint, Kiri," she praised. "And it already sounds so good, imagine how good it's gonna be after you guys are comfortable with it!"

"Yeah, it's a good song, you guys did great," I said, somewhat sheepish.

I turned my head on instinct when I heard a car on the road, something I did every time now. It paid off though, because I saw my mom pulling into the driveway. "Ugh, she's home early again." My voice gave away my annoyance, not that I was really trying to hide it. I quickly made my way to the garage door, used to the walk up to Bakugou's room and through our nearly connected windows. "See ya guys later," I called behind me and a chorus of farewells was heard in response.

I made it back into my room with enough time to grab a book out of my backpack, open it to my upcoming assignment, and start it before my mother knocked. "Yeah?" I called in question.

"Just wanted to let you know I was home," she said, peeking her head around my ajar door to find me doing homework. "I got off early, I was wondering if you maybe wanted to go out for dinner tonight?"

I spared a glance from the assignment I was pretending to be busy with. "I have a lot of homework I wanted to get done, can we do it a different time?" I asked, my tone unconsciously bored. I was in no mood to play happy family at some restaurant as her form of a reward for being home when she arrived.

"Oh, okay. Homework's important," she agreed, but she was disappointed. "I'll leave you to it then."

I released a tense breath after my door clicked shut once again. I reached for my phone, a text notification already waiting for me.

Eijirou~

You make it in time?

Izuku~

Ya

She wanted to go out to eat

with ME

Eijirou~

You realize that's a normal thing for parents to do right?

Izuku~

She's using it as a reward tho

Like I'm a dog or something

Eijirou~

I'm sorry Iz

Izuku~

It's fine

I'm gonna get some homework done while I wait for her to go to bed

Can I come back over after? I'm tired of being in my room already

Eijirou~

Of course

Kats window is open whenever

Ever since Saturday, Eijirou had started using that nickname for Bakugou when it was just us. As long as Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido were nowhere to be seen, the blond was 'Kats'. I think he stopped caring about me hearing it after he used it when I was getting carried out of the club.

The next few hours passed by in a homework-induced blur. I heard my mom's door shut and checked the clock, discovering it was already nine. I waited another thirty minutes before deciding it was safe to leave. Crawling from window to window had gotten a little easier with practice and I no longer shook with anxiety while doing it.

"Oh, hey, Iz," Eijirou called from his spot on the bed, leaning back against the headboard while he scrolled through his phone.

"Where's Kacchan?" I asked, taking a seat at the end of the bed like usual.

"He's downstairs making dinner," the redhead explained. That wasn't a usual circumstance, he made dinner almost every night, seeing as his parents worked perhaps more than my mom. Most of the time it was later in the night since practicing usually took up a majority of the evenings.

I readjusted how I was lounging on the bed. I flipped onto my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows. "How long is gonna take today?" The time it took Bakugou to prepare and cook dinner seemed to vary every night, depending on what he was making.

Eijirou checked the time on his phone before tossing it to the side. "Probably twenty more minutes."

With a groan, I voiced my displeasure at the wait. "It always takes forever when I'm actually hungry."

"Yeah," he agreed lightheartedly. "That's usually how it goes."

"Are there still pop-tarts in here?" I asked him, suddenly gaining the awesome idea.

He laughed and shook his head. "Even if I did, Kats would kill both of us if you ate that shit instead of his food."

"Not instead," I insisted. "I'll eat both."

"We both know you wouldn't," he said with a knowing look.

I dropped my head, landing face-first in the mattress. "You're no fun."

"I know, I know." At least he indulged me.

I heard him grab his phone and start scrolling through it again, a few videos playing every once in a while. Eventually, I grew bored and dramatically hauled myself up and flipped so the back of my head on one of the pillows. "You're being boring," I accused him.

He sighed in exaggeration while placing his phone back on the bed. He rotated so his elbow propped up his head while he lay on his side, giving me his full attention. "Are you happy now?"

I beamed up at him. "Very."

He scoffed at me but still wore an amused smile. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm aware, you're aware, everyone's aware. If it bothered you so much, you wouldn't hang out with me all the time." My tone was full of sass and I was half tempted to flick him to really drive the message home, but decided against it when he shifted so he was almost leaning over me. I swear to god, that boy had never heard of personal space.

"Yeah, you may have a point," he admitted, his voice was deeper than it had been a moment ago, softer too. His eyes were traveling across my face, scanning every detail. I stayed silent and still, worried about saying or doing the wrong thing.

Eijirou's hand softly brushed a loose strand of hair from my face, and I was actually about to thank him (it had been bothering me for a solid minute at least), but I never got the chance to.

I wasn't sure how it happened, everything was a blur, but suddenly his lips were on mine and his hand was behind my head, pulling me closer.

It's five am and I need to go to bed, but fuck am I pissed because it's just getting good.