The next few days passed by with relative ease. There was still an uneasy tension between Eijirou and me, but other than that life went on as normal. Before I knew it, Friday had rolled around and Ashido was in my room, picking out my clothes again. 

"I'm capable of dressing myself, ya know," I said from where I was lying on my bed, watching her rummage around. 

"For school? Yes. For the club? No." Clothes were tossed my way and I was thrilled to see that there wasn't a crop top involved. The muscle tank she'd picked out was also the fault of Uraraka though. She'd insisted that the plain black t-shirt it used to be would look way better cut up and tie-dyed with bleach. "Do you have any belts? Who am I kidding, you're emo, of course you do. Where are they?" she corrected her previous question. 

"Ouch," I paused. "Top drawer of the dresser," I said with a sigh of defeat. She was right. 

Seconds later a belt was tossed at the end of my bed. "Get dressed, stick some metal in your face, and let's go," she instructed. 

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I was getting deja vue while sitting at the bar with Himiko, yet again. When Dabi came around and asked what we wanted, I just requested a Sprite. There was no way I was drinking.

Himiko booed at me, taking a shot of vodka herself. "That means you're not gonna dance with me." Her face was still screwed up from the awful taste of the alcohol while she complained. 

I offered my soda to her as a chaser. She eagerly took a drink while I asked "Are you drinking here every weekend?" 

She shook her head while swallowing, handing my cup back. "You think I drink in this place without you around? Well, besides the first night, but that was different circumstances." 

I raised an eyebrow at her, a signal to explain more. 

"You know, I just ran away and wanted to not think for a night," she clarified for me. 

I nodded my head, fully understanding what she meant. It was the same reason I'd drank the last time I was here. It was nice to just shut off your thoughts for a little while. 

Himiko and I sat at the bar for what felt like forever, just talking. Every once in a while I'd look over to the stage to see my friends, but it was usually cut short by Eijirou catching my eye. Himiko was two shots deep and only a little tipsy, giggling more than usual. Her laughter was infectious because I was in the same boat as her, even sober. 

It wasn't until my group of friends were done with their set and the music was no longer familiar, that I realized my head was so heavy and everything was spinning. "Whoa dude," I mumbled, grabbing onto the side of the bar to steady myself. 

"He looks like he's had a bit too much," came an amused voice from behind me that I didn't recognize. 

"He's fine, don't worry," Himiko responded as I set my head down on the bar. Why am I sweating so much? I've been sitting down for hours. 

"You sure? He doesn't look so good. I can help you get him into a cab or something," the stranger offered. 

"We're good. Thanks though." She was trying to sound polite, but her voice had a sharp edge to it. 

I felt someone shake me slightly and I groaned at the sudden movement. 

"Izuchan? Are you okay? I thought all you had was Sprite. Izuku?" Himiko sounded worried now and I tried to wave it off. 

"I'm fine, just don't feel so good," I slurred. Did I start taking shots and forget about it or something? 

The stranger laughed, still standing behind me. I felt a hand touch my back. "C'mon bud, you should get home." 

"Seriously, dude," Himiko snapped and the hand was removed from me. "We're fine." 

"I'm just trying to be helpful," the guy said. 

"Is there a fucking problem?" I could barely hear Bakugou's voice over the pounding in my head. Being drunk had never felt like that, what the hell was going on? 

"No problem, just trying to make sure this guy gets home. He's wasted." 

"He's only been drinking Sprite all night, I don't know what's wrong," I heard Himiko's hushed voice explain as she had to physically hold me up. 

"Deku? Deku, open your eyes," someone snapped. 

I hadn't even realized they were closed, but I blinked them open on command. Bakugou's face was only a little blurry as he leaned over me with narrowed eyes. "Mm, hey Kacchan," I managed to say. 

"I thought Midoriya wasn't gonna drink?" 

"He didn't," Bakugou snapped, looking behind him. I took that as the go-ahead to close my eyes again. "Someone must've drugged him. Sparky, go get Kirishima." 

"Hey." Someone snapped in front of my face, startling my eyes open. It was Bakugou again. "Keep your eyes open, okay? Just 'til we get back to the car, can you do that?" 

My eyelids were so heavy, but I weakly nodded and tried to keep them open as much as possible. 

"What's going on? Kaminari said-" 

"Yeah," Bakugou cut Eijirou off quickly. "Can you carry him to the truck?" 

I was blinking more than I probably should have been, but it was so hard to keep my eyes open as I tried to focus on the people around me. 

"Yeah, but why couldn't you?" Eijirou asked, already moving to take over for Himiko and keep me upright. 

"Because I need to kick that guy's ass," the blond said through gritted teeth, pointing at the stranger who was still standing oddly close to me. 

"Hey man," the weird dude raised his hands. "I was just trying to-" 

He wasn't able to defend himself too well after Bakugou threw the first punch. Eijirou swiftly lifted me into his arms and hurried to the side door that would lead to his truck. Before we made it outside I heard Dabi yell "Bakugou! Take it outside, now!" 

Everything after that got blurry. I vaguely remembered being carried to Bakugou's room again, a glass of water I was forced to drink, hushed voices, but nothing too tangible. 

I awoke to the worst hangover I had ever experienced. Someone had to have been hammering a nail directly into my skull, there was no other explanation for the agonizing pain. I let out an embarrassing squeak and moved the pillow I had been sleeping on over my head, holding it tightly around my ears like it would help anything. 

"Hey, you're awake." Even Eijirou's soft voice was too much for my pounding head. I groaned in pain. "That good, huh? C'mon, sit up. You should drink something." 

"Advil or no deal," I mumbled back through the fluff of the pillow. 

"No can do, Iz. We don't know what you took last night." 

I thrashed my legs around, trying to get comfortable enough that the pain in my head would stop. "I didn't take anything," I pleaded, craving some sort of painkiller to deal with my exploding brain. 

I heard him sigh and I was hopeful that he'd changed his mind. "How about you sit up and take a drink, then I'll explain. Does that work?" My hopes were shattered. 

I did as he asked, ever so slowly adjusting my eyes to the daylight from the window. Once I was finally able to see again, I noticed that I wasn't in Bakugou's room like I had assumed, but Eijirou's. "Fuck, what happened last night?" I groaned, holding my head as I slowly managed to sit up. "Who obliterated my skull with a baseball bat?" 

"Here," the redhead beside me nudged, holding out a glass of water to me. 

I took it without a second thought. My mouth was bone dry and the water soothed my aching throat. 

Once I was finished, Eijirou cleared his throat. "What all do you remember from last night?" His eyes were calculating as he waited for me to respond. 

I looked at him, weirded out. "Uh, going to the club, hanging out with Himiko. I guess she convinced me to do shots or something, but I don't really remember." I admitted to him, searching through my aching brain for scraps of memories. 

"She didn't," Eijirou said with a sigh. 

"What'd you mean? Who got me to drink then?" I asked, genuinely confused. 

"You weren't drinking, Iz. Someone drugged your Sprite," he finally said. 

"Oh," I whispered, looking down at the empty cup in my hand. "Um, what all-" I cleared my throat. "What happened?" 

"Nothing," Eijirou stated and nearly melted into the bed from relief. "Katsuki saw Toga yelling at some dude bothering you guys and, well, beat the shit out of him. Then we brought you back here. You were... really out of it." 

I released a breath I didn't know I was holding at his rundown of the previous night. I looked around at his room, trying to avoid his piercing gaze as long as possible. "I slept in here last night?" 

I saw him nod from the corner of my eye. "Katsuki threw a hissy fit about needing to be able to get out of bed and make breakfast this morning," he admitted with a small chuckle. 

"Sounds like him," I mumbled, my eyes making their way back to my empty cup when I ran out of things to pretend to look at. 

"Hey," Eijirou said softly. "You okay?" 

"Mhm, just have a pretty bad headache. I'm sure it'll go away soon." 

The room became awkwardly silent, neither of us knowing what to say next. We hadn't been alone together since the kiss. I'd been doing everything in my power to avoid it. 

"Iz," he called softly. It had to have been at least five minutes later. 

I peered up at him skeptically. "Hm?" 

"Look, about last week and-" 

I cut him off. I didn't want to talk about the kiss at all, but even more than that, I didn't want him to tell me it was a mistake. "It's okay, don't worry about it. I won't say anything and we can just keep pretending like it never happened. No harm, no foul," I said with a weak smile, trying to lighten the mood. 

He shook his head at my words, a frown on his face. "But it's not-" 

"Eijirou," I said. "I get it, alright? I'm not blind, ya know. You and Kacchan are kind of obvious, I almost feel stupid for how long it took me to notice. I don't want to be the one to screw that up, so just forget it even happened." 

He stared at me dumbfounded. I guess the blond hadn't told him that I'd figured them out. I released a sigh, "I figured Kacchan would have-" 

This time it was his turn to cut me off. "He's the one that told me to man up and kiss you!" 

I blinked at his outburst in surprise. "I, uh. What?" I finally managed to say. 

Eijirou dropped his head into his hands with a groan. "I told him about how we almost kissed the day I broke into my parents' house and he called me a pussy, going on and on about how I should have just manned the fuck up and kissed you. He didn't stop bugging me about it until I finally did." 

I had never been more confused than in that moment. Having a bomb go off in my school made more sense than what was happening in front of me. "So you guys... aren't together?" I asked hesitantly. Did I read everything totally wrong?

He groaned again, rubbing his forehead like he was the one with a headache. "It's complicated." 

"Well," I climbed to my feet, only tipping over once and I managed to right myself quickly. I brushed his hands away from me when he tried to help. "I'm going home. I don't have the energy to be a part of whatever fucked up game you two are playing, so next time leave me out of it." I didn't realize I could hold so much anger in my voice while my head was pounding that hard. 

He stood quickly, reaching over to me as I started walking out of the room. "Izuku, that's not-" 

"Seriously, Kirishima," I snapped, halting my exit. "You two have been fucking with my head since I first got here and I'm tired of it! I can't keep going on with you two being nice, and flirting with me, and caring about me, and calling me pretty or hot, just to toy with me while you're sleeping together! Either you knock it off or you two can be the ones to explain to everyone else why I won't talk to you anymore, got it?" I ended my speech by turning on my heel, determined to continue my journey home. 

"What the fuck is going on?" 

"Go to hell," I spat as Bakugou came up the stairs, blocking my route to his room. 

He looked between me and Eijirou behind me. "What happened?" 

"You," I seethed, pushing him back with all my strength, which only made him back up a step. "Told your fucking boyfriend to kiss me because you both enjoy batting me around like a fucking tennis ball! Now get out of my way."  

"Whoa," Bakugou said, grabbing my arms and holding them to my sides as I tried to push him again. "That's not at all what fucking happened, take a goddamn breath." 

"Let me go or I will scream so loud my mom will hear it," I threatened, my teeth bared like a wild animal. 

"I will if you'll just fucking listen to us for two seconds." He was glaring at me and I was happily returning the favor. 

"Let go of me," I stated again, twisting my body to try and get out of his grasp. 

"Are you going to listen to us?" he asked with a brow raised. 

I was tempted to fling my leg out and kick him. "Why should I?" 

"Because you didn't let me explain and you've got it all wrong," Eijirou pleaded from behind me. 

"Fine," I shouted. "Explain! Explain in detail why you guys decided to fuck around with my feelings while still pretending to care about my wellbeing, I'm all ears, Kirishima." 

Bakugou finally released me, taking a step back and crossing his arms. "Damn, he's really pissed off." I was almost shaking with anger as he looked me up and down. "How did you fuck up that badly, Ei?" 

"He kept cutting me off! If you'd just been there when we were talking like I told you, it would have been fine," Eijirou exclaimed. 

"Yeah, yeah, always need me to clean up your goddamn messes," Bakugou tsked. He nodded his head towards his room. "C'mon, let's go 'talk in detail about how much we were fucking with you'." His tone was sarcastic but I didn't care. I brushed right past him, stomping my way into his room with Eijirou and him hot on my heels. 

"Talk," I demanded, standing next to the window with my arms crossed. 

Bakugou walked right up to me with an eye roll. He shoved me to the side and closed his window. "You're a fucking flight risk. Sit." 

I didn't stop glaring at him as I took a seat on his desk chair. 

"Jesus Christ, that wasn't so hard, was it?" the blond asked sarcastically, walking over to his bed to sit next to Eijirou. 

The redhead was on the edge, his feet on the floor, and his elbows resting on his knees as he watched me. "We weren't fucking with you, okay?" 

I gave him a deadpan look that clearly said I didn't believe a word that was coming out of his mouth. 

Bakugou spoke up before Eijirou could scream in frustration. "Did you ever stop to consider the fact that maybe we just actually fucking like you?" 

My brows knitted together in confusion. What?

"Oh my fucking god, of course, you didn't," Bakugou said in exasperation. 

"Do you?" I asked once I found my voice again. "Actually like me?" 

"Yes!" Eijirou cried out. "I've been trying to tell you that for the past ten minutes." 

"Oh," I mumbled. 

"See how easily I fixed that?" Bakugou asked the redhead next to him. "Don't do shit without me." 

"Katsuki Bakugou, I swear to god-" Eijirou said through clenched teeth. 

"I'm fucking with you, Jesus. Calm down," he said with a playful eye roll. 

"I still have," I swallowed as their eyes turned to me. "No idea what's going on. You guys are dating..." 

"We're not dating," Bakugou insisted. 

"It's complicated," Eijirou restated, not at all helpful. 

"Un-complicate it for me then, because I need a whole lot of explanations right now." I leaned back in the chair, my thoughts racing. 

Eijirou struggled to put their relationship into words just as much as I did. "We're... together, but not dating." 

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I whined in confusion. I couldn't even begin to figure out where I fit into the equation until I actually knew what the equation was. 

"Basically dating," Bakugou cut in, annoyed with all the questions. "We just don't have a problem with the fact that we're both into you." 

"Oh." 

"See?! See how fast I fixed that?" Bakugou nudged Eijirou's shoulder. 

"Fine, I'll just stop talking and you can be in charge of the conversation you told me to have with him," Eijirou shot back. 

Before they could dissolve into more bickering, I spoke up. "So what? You guys are dating and you wanna just flirt with me?" 

"No," Bakugou stated simply. 

I raised my eyebrows at him. "So this conversation is about how you're gonna stop flirting with me?..."  

"No," Eijirou shook his head. "The conversation is to see if you, maybe, wanna be... more than friends... with us." 

The talk just kept going from bad to worse. 

"No," I said, catching the redhead by surprise. "I'm not interested in friends with benefits. It's shitty." 

"Fucking A, I guess I'll just stop talking," Eijirou said with a huff, looking over at Bakugou expectantly. 

The blond chuckled at the antics before turning to me. "That's not what he meant, nerd. We're asking if you want to be together with us." 

Oh.

I was stunned into silence. Out of every scenario I had gone through in my head about this conversation, this wasn't an outcome I had never imagined. 

"I think we broke him," Bakugou mumbled. 

"Oh," was all I could say. 

"At least he's not yelling anymore?" Eijirou offered, trying to make light of my empty-headedness. 

"I- I just didn't see that coming," I muttered, more to myself than them. 

"We can give you some time to think about it if you want," I heard Eijirou say in a soft voice. 

"Fuck that," I couldn't help but look up when Bakugou spoke. "He already kissed you and I make his stomach do a gymnastics routine every time I smile, what is there to think about?" 

My face was flaming at his words. "I told you not to ever mention that," I whined, thinking back to when I'd accidentally spoken out loud in class. 

"That wasn't an answer," Bakugou prodded. 

"Eijirou said I had time!" I accused, pointing at the redhead who visibly relaxed when I used his first name again. 

"And I'm saying you don't. Yes or no, Deku?" 

I groaned at his persistence. "This isn't a decision you make on a whim, Kacchan!" 

"This isn't a whim, we've been hitting on you for weeks! Either you wanna be with us or you don't," he said again. 

I rubbed at my still-aching head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Ugh, yes, fine. I'll do it, but slowly, okay? I've never tried to date more than one person before and I have no fucking clue how that works," I explained in embarrassment. 

"Wait, actually?" Eijirou's voice piped up, sounding happier than I had heard him since we kissed. 

"Slow," I reminded him. 

"Slow's perfect," he agreed with a nod, looking like he was about to jump out of his skin with excitement. 

"Sure, Deku. We'll go at your pace, whatever you want it to be." The blond's face showed that he didn't think I'd be sticking to my slow route for long. 

Oh god, what did I just get myself into?