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Wandering the empty streets, seemed to be a good way to clear my head and get some fresh air. If the air wasn't so polluted and filled with mixed shit, then that would've been a top notch bonus, but I couldn't complain too much. The stars were hardly visible and I couldn't see the moon if I tried, but the cool breeze almost made up for it.

Walking, I saw the dully lit sign of the bar I worked at. I exhaled a sigh as my jaw dropped slightly.

'It's been so long, hell, they probably think that I'm dead or something.'

Frowning, I watched the door slam open, a man stumbling out while holding a vodka bottle.

"Sir! You can't leave the premises with alcohol!"

"So fucking what?!" I shuddered as the bartender was sent flying back from a push. Sure the guy was drunk, but he was still strong. He mumbled some other things before turning my direction and walking towards me. I stood still, watching as the bartender just shook his head and went back inside, as the drunk man stumbled down the street, as the dying lights illuminated his figure.

It clicked in my mind, and I was almost scared, yet oddly thankful. There was a fleeting thought that I should turn around, shake my head and say 'that's that' and leave, but there was another thought that overwhelmed that one, one that made me walk towards him.

"Bakugou?" It came out as a smaller shout then I would've liked, but it got his attention nonetheless. Looking up, he stumbled over the street and back onto the footpath, tie hanging loosely around his neck as he coughed into a closed fist.

"Y/N? Man, have I been fucking looking for you, dollface." He slurred, hiccuping as he swung the bottle down by his side. "I went to that shithole looking for you. They thought you was dead. Dead!" He gave a wide grin, crimson eyes dancing around before landing on mine. "Fucking idiots, then I got a little mad, well, that's an understatement." He twirled a finger in the air as if he was directing an orchestra, whilst he had a dumbstruck look on his face. Narrowing my gaze, I gave him a questioning look.

"Exactly how mad did you get, Bakugou?" I asked slowly, watching his attention be brought back to me. He gave a sloppy shrug before taking a swig of the bottle.

"I don't know, all I remember was blasting a guy across the fucking room and jumping over the counter. I grabbed this and walked out." He explained, losing his focus a few times. He held up the bottle, grinning like a mad man. "Drink?"

"You're drunk."

"I ain't drunk!"

"You. Are. Drunk."

"I ain't fuckin' drunk!" He growled while I only shook my head. I offered a hand to the male, who looked at it questionably.

"C'mon, my apartments closer, so we're going there." I said matter-of-factly, giving a small smile. He gave a groan as he threw his head back before taking my hand and allowing me to lead him, almost like an adult would to a toddler dragging behind them. Looking back, I noticed that he was hunched over and stared at our connected hands, so hard that they might combust at any moment. I also noted how sweaty his hands were.

"Everything okay back there?" I ask, knocking him out of whatever trance he was in as he glanced up at me, also resulting in a loud clash. Pausing, I saw the shards of the once whole vodka bottle besides the ashen blondes shoes.

"Fuck! My booze!" He gasped, staring at the ground with an intense hatred. I gave a stifled laugh, before patting him on the back and putting on a serious face.

"It's okay, it's in a better place now." I tried to console him, but the distrought way he looked over a bottle of alcohol was priceless.

"The fuck it is! I could've drank that cheap shit!" He screamed, giving mixed signals as he slapped my hand off his back but squeezed my other. I shrugged and kept walking, dragging him behind me, knowing this would be an interesting walk.

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Opening the door of my apartment, I sighed, thankful that we made it in one piece. Luckily, Kishi was at work, otherwise the ash blonde holding my hand so tightly would've tried bouncing his head off the wall, which wouldn't end well for the ash blonde.

"Fucking hell, your place is a shithole." Bakugou muttered, looking around the small apartment room. I shrugged before slipping out of his grasp and walking towards the kitchen.

"Well, not everyone lives in lavish penthouses, Bakugou." I sass, gaining a groan from the male. "And besides, it's good enough for my roommate and I, so it's fine." I add, opening the fridge.

"Oh yeah? And who's that?" He asks, leaning on the kitchen island looking at I pull out the ice cream tub, placing it on the counter.

"His names Kishimoto Seiki, good dude." I reply briefly, grabbing two bowls and two spoons. "What toppings do you want-"

"YOU LIVE WITH A GUY?!" He shrieked, dodging my question entirely as I gave a frown.

"Yeah... and..?"

"Is he gay?"

"Not that I know of..?"

"Then you're living with me now." He strode over to my side of the island and gave a hard stare, to which I reciprocated whilst crossing my arms.

"What are you, my dad?"

"Well I could-" a thump of something hitting the male and then clattering to the floor made Bakugou grow silent as he glanced from me to the utensil at his shoes.

"Did you just throw a spoon at me?" He asked, genuinely confused. I pressed my lips together and held my stare, to which he cracked a smile at. "D'aww, look at you, being cute 'n shit, tryna be mad at me." He cooed, tracing my cheek with a finger. I huffed, turning my head away, to which it was forcibly turned back to the ashen blonde, crimson eyes glinting.

"Fucking hell, if I wasn't so fucked up I'd... I'd.." he trailed off, leaning noticeably closer then before. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"You'd what, Bakugou?" I asked quietly, more of a whisper coming out. Sighing, I flinched as his hot breathe fanned my neck.

"Fuckin' just... call me Katsuki." With out another thought, he slammed his mouth onto mine, holding the side of my face as he sloppily molded our lips together. I squeaked, but easily gave in, humming at the drunken attempt at a kiss. Pulling apart, he gave a smirk.

"What? Not gonna slap me this time, dollface?" He cooed, making me breathe a laugh. "When I said that you'd ride with me from now on, I really, like, really, fuckin' meant it. You're mine now, and anyone sayin' otherwise is going to die." He slurred, leaning his forehead on mine. I gave a giggle before nodding.

"I think I can live with that."