"Oh, fuck this," Hitoshi said as soon as he saw the occupants of the room.

In my defense, I had no idea this was going to happen. Mitsuki must have called our moms while we were talking upstairs.

I latched onto his hand as he stepped back from the living room. I didn't know if he planned to book it for the door or Katsuki's window, but either way, I wasn't planning on letting him get far. While I didn't agree with our parent's methods, I did share their sentiment. All four of us were crumbling and it was starting to scare me. I could recognize that something needed to change, I just wasn't qualified to decide what. 

Well, I mean, I could quit coke for starters, but beyond that I was clueless.  

"C'mon, Toshi," I mumbled, giving his hand a gentle pull toward the living room. "What's the harm of hearing them out?" 

"I'm not sitting through another fucking intervention," he fumed, quickly pulling his hand from mine. 

I winced, remembering the only other time our mothers had worked together to try and help us. When the singular AA meeting did nothing but cause us to become stoners, they did an intervention. Like a full-on, could have been filmed for a TV show (with a therapist and everything), intervention. It... hadn't exactly gone well. Hitoshi and I may or may not have been high and laughing the whole time. 

"AA and an intervention? And you've never even considered therapy?" my sweet airheaded Eijirou spoke, probably without meaning to. Oh god, I was rubbing off on him. 

"Ei," I hissed in his direction, because even if he was right and even if it was funny, it was still not the time. 

"All of you sit your asses down," Mitsuki instructed, pointing at the couch in front of her. 

Oh god, it really is an intervention. 

"No," Hitoshi said again, taking another step back. 

Himari placed a careful hand on Mitsuki's arm in an attempt to calm her down. "Being aggressive and confrontational isn't going to help anything," she said in a soft voice. 

Thank god, there's at least one adult that kind of knows what they're doing.  

"Well, we have to do something," Mitsuki snapped with her lips pulled back in a snarl. Honestly, it's the most Katsuki I'd ever seen her act. It was unsettling, to say the least. "Doing nothing clearly isn't working for you two and now my kids are getting dragged into it." 

Oh. 

Oh, okay. 

That hurt a little bit. 

Damn. 

I just kind of... zoned out after that. Of course, dragging the boys into my own problems was a thought that occurred to me before. Actually, I thought about it frequently, but no one else had ever mentioned it. Every time I brought it up, it got shot down as nonsense. 

Mitsuki pointing it out though... well, that was just definitive proof. I was fucking up their lives to the point that someone else noticed. 

What am I supposed to do with that? 

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and take stock of the situation again. I instantly regretted it as I realized everyone had dissolved into shouting. 

Wow, maybe I shouldn't have talked to Mitsuki. 

It was like I wasn't even in the room anymore. Hitoshi was yelling at everyone while Mitsuki screeched at him. Katsuki was shouting at both of his parents while Eijirou watched, looking torn over whose side to take. Himari was still trying to diffuse the situation, but even her voice was rising. My mom just looked close to tears on the couch. 

While I wasn't paying attention, my boyfriends had started to inch further into the living room, fueled by the heated argument. I'm not saying Mitsuki was doing a good job at the intervention, but at least she got them into the room? 

Whatever. It didn't matter anyway. The fight wasn't going to accomplish anything now, but at least I was now standing off to the side, mostly forgotten. I could hear my name getting thrown around every once in a while, but I was comprehending anything else said. 

I took one step toward the stairs, just to see if anyone would notice. When the shouts weren't turned my way, I took two more steps. Realizing that I was completely invisible to them amidst their yelling, I just turned and walked calmly up the stairs. Not a single peep about it. 

I made it all the way back to my own room without any alarms being raised. Honestly, I wasn't sure if I should be offended by that or not. Hitoshi and Mitsuki were making a huge scene, so I couldn't blame anyone for being distracted by it. 

Whatever. It just meant I had time to smoke before anyone came looking. 

I grabbed my shit, only to realize I was running on fumes. I didn't think Hitoshi had much left either, but I searched for it anyway. I was barely surprised to find a bag in his backpack with enough to get me stoned, at least for a little while. 

"Well, hello, my neglectful best friend," a familiar and high-pitched voice chimed from my open window. 

I whirled around in a flash, nearly dropping everything in my hands as my heart pounded against my ribcage. Himiko had her arms folded on the window sill, her chin resting on top of them with a devious smile on her lips. 

"Jesus Christ, fucking shit, Himiko. What the fuck are you doing here?" I sputtered out, taking deep breaths to calm my racing heart. 

Her smile instantly dropped into a frown and she put on her best puppy dog eyes. From that look alone, I knew I was done for. "I haven't seen you in forever," she whined before blowing a strand of hair away from her face. 

"How the fuck did you get up here?" I asked as I realized that I had no idea if she was standing on something or just letting her lower half dangle out the window. 

Himiko gave me a look that suggested I was the weird one for asking as she answered, "Uraraka found me a ladder. C'mon, I'm stealing you." 

I looked between her and Katsuki's window. I'd been gone a few minutes by then, someone was going to notice eventually. "Um, now's not a really good time-" 

"Seems like a great time," Himiko said, cutting me off with a shrug. "You were just gathering all your little treats so you could sneak off yourself. Now, you're sneaking off with me!" 

"Himiko Toga, hurry your ass up!" a muffled shout called from below the window. 

I raised a brow at my sheepishly smiling blond friend. "Ura is still here?" 

She twiddled a strand of hair between her fingers as she nodded. "Ash is also down there." 

"Ash, huh?" I asked with a knowing tone in my voice. It appeared my bestie since birth was trying to follow in my footsteps. 

"They're pretty," Himiko hissed, her eyes narrowing at my teasing. "I like to surround myself with pretty things." 

"The real reason you want me to come hang out," I chided, shaking my head in mock disappointment. 

"Oh, always," she said with a swift nod. "You're the prettiest thing around." 

"I'll leave with you if you shut up," I said with a sigh, shoving my haul into one of my old backpacks and slinging it over a shoulder. The brawl that had started in Katsuki's living room had brought memories of my most recent relapse to the forefront of my mind. Himiko calling me the 'prettiest thing' was a little too similar to the nickname Imasuji had given me. I really did not want to spend the rest of the day listening to it. 

"Yay! My lips are sealed," she said as she used one hand to mime zipping her mouth, locking it, and throwing the key over her shoulder. 

"Yeah, yeah, we'll see how long that lasts," I muttered, knowing that she'd cave within the first five minutes and ramble worse than me. "Move your ass or I can't get down." 

Her eyes went wide with a wicked smile as she quickly shuffled down the ladder without any further prompting. I peered over the sill and found that Uraraka and Ashido were, in fact, both waiting on the lawn below. Letting out one last sigh, I swung my legs over and started my descent. 

"We should probably go," I said as soon as both feet were on the ground. "I'm kind of running away from an intervention right now." 

"What?!" Uraraka exclaimed, her eyes going comedically wide. I would have laughed under different circumstances. 

"Yeah, the other three are still having a screaming match with our parents. Apparently, Hitoshi smoked with Katsuki in his room last night and Mitsuki smelt it when she woke us up this morning. It's but nothing but yelling and fighting all day," I explained quickly, glancing over my shoulder to make sure no one had gone to Katsuki's room looking for me yet. I mean seriously, how long did I have to be gone before someone noticed? 

"And you just left?" Himiko asked as we walked toward what I recognized as Ashido's car. "No one tried to stop you?" 

I shrugged before climbing into the back seat with her. "Yeah, I just kind of walked out five minutes ago. No one noticed." 

I watched Ashido's lips turn into a frown through the review mirror. "Well, the boys and I are talking about that later." 

"It's fine, Ash. If you saw the fight that broke out, I don't think you'd blame them for not noticing," I said with a dry chuckle. 

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," Himiko said, nearly bouncing in her seat next to me. "Because we're gonna hang out and you're gonna forget all about your shitty day." 

"Sounds good to me." 

This chapter took me literally days to write, I just could not find the will to finish it. But here, have whatever the fuck this is.