A/N
call me #inspiredandcringy cuz I fucking saw this pic in insta and now I have to fucking write this out. It's short but I mean, enjoy it anyways.

Third POV

As his hangover began to fade, memories of last night trickled in to Bakugou's head. It was his ten year highschool reunion. He wanted to go to show off being in the top ten heros before any of the other extras. Of course he wasn't the only one from class 1A to be in the top ten now. But he was still one of the highest ranking. He remembered when he got there, Kirishima tricking him to drink. But of course it wasn't just any drink. Nope. Kaminari had to sneak in absinthe, 85% proof. Which means by the time he realized it wasn't just a sugary punch, it was far too late. Most of the rest of the night is still a blur.
One thing is very clear. Where he is now, a hotel. A love hotel. He growled realizing what his pain in his lower abdomen was now. Bakugou Katsuki had bottomed. He never bottomed. Who ever this guy was, he was really lucky. His eyes darted around the dim room searching for his clothing. Bingo, over on the dresser, folded nicely. He might have been drunk but he still has a sense of order and decency. More like he is just OCD. The memory of the guy and the sex came in. The guy was tall, and very well built. Dark hair and a bright smile. Bakugou still didn't put it together as to who it was. And he refused to look over and see. He tried to ignore the memory of moaning like a bitch in heat. Ignore the memory of being thrown in the bed. Ignore the memory of the best fucking sex of his life. Because God damn it he was no fucking bottom. No way in hell. He took a mental note, no more absinthe. He knows that even for his muscular build he still looks remarkably like a twink. His body has an hour Glass figure, his pecks and ass are a little to perky and round for his taste. But fucking absinthe made him into his body. He remembers practically throwing himself at the guy. He fucking begged to be fucked deep. No more absinthe for this guy. Never a-fucking-gain.
The bed shifted as he rolled to get away from this god forsaken mess. He was about to sit up as two large arms pulled him close from behind. A deep voice said, "mornin' Kacchan. Last night was fun~ you remember any of it?" Bakugou didn't want to turn around. He didn't want to recognize that voice. He refused to accept that he had indeed slept with the number one hero. He had sex with his rival. He bottomed for Midorya Izuku. He fucked fucking Deku.