"So what is the Hearing Hero doing at a bar in Mustafu?"

What is the Hearing Hero doing at a bar in Mustafu?

I scored a gig for my band to appear and rock for the night... it's not as fun as I thought it'd be. I ended up getting drunk the moment the third song began, I couldn't even stand straight. I continue to guzzle the drink on my hand, doing something completely inappropriate for a pro-hero out in public. Even after finishing the bottle of booze, I can still taste the strong sensation of bitterness in my mouth...

To be perfectly honest, I feel like crap.

I've had the worst weekend of my entire career since Denki proposed to me... and that was last week. I had to go and rescue a grumpy old man from jumping off of a building, he kept hitting me with his cane. I got a little bit... annoyed and lightly smacked him right on the head. Apparently someone caught it on camera and posted it online that immediately went into the local news. The general public then began to... stone me both figuratively and literally, and if it weren't for a couple of my fellow heroes, I'd be losing my license.

Note to self: Do not hit old people or stay away from them.

Though it is frowned upon in the hero community for a pro to be seen letting loose and getting hammered in public, it can't really be helped. Pros are just as human as the civilians, we needed to let loose from time to time... just not this loose... I'm standing on top of a table instead of the stage, microphone in my hand.

"Now, I'm pretty sure you've heard the news... I'm not marrying Chargebolt. Heck, marriage isn't even in my bucket list!"

Denki kind of jumped the gun back there, we weren't even dating! The proposal came out of nowhere and I was a little surprised. Don't get me wrong, Denki is a pretty respectable person and had he not asked me to marry him, I would've dated him for a while. But nothing too serious, I just hope he'll still talk to me even after that, I mean it has been a week since.

Besides... I'm in love with someone else...

That is if love is what you'd call it.

"And that old man?! Well, SOMEBODY told me it's an ordinary rescue mission... Apparently the other heroes knew the man is gynophobic, they still let me be the negotiator! Like, who's the genius that allowed that?!"

I know it's basically my responsibility as a hero to keep helping or saving citizens in need... but it's just plain old annoying when a prank between heroes end up possibly ruining your career. It's a good thing it's so deep into the night, else I'll be having to really worry about my reputation as a hero.

The manager had to ask my bandmates to get me off of the table, I couldn't even care less if he kicks me out. I felt wobbly and I couldn't walk straight. My bandmates had to give me a ride back to my apartment, thankfully they're not as drunk as I am. My drummer Koshu went along and assisted me in walking towards my apartment unit.

"Geez, Jack, you should've just said that you weren't feeling well."

I find myself too tired to even retort at that, Koshu rang the doorbell to my apartment, waiting for someone to open the door. It wasn't long before someone did, his well-built frame catching the drummer by surprise... they've met before though.

"Really? You're drunk again?"

"Hey! You're not the one being roasted on the news for smacking an old man!"

The door was opened by a relatively tall man, slightly taller than I was. It was my roommate.

"I'll take it from here, thanks Koshu... and sorry for all the trouble."

"Alright, goodnight. Oh, and tell her to take better care of herself."

"Will do!"

My roommate then helped me walk up to the couch, laying me on my back and tucked me in with a blanket. I feel like a princess, pampered as I should be after all of this damn bullcrap I had to go through.

"How many have you had tonight?"

"A bottle..."

"Lightweight..."

It maybe embarrassing... but it's not like a drink a lot to get used to it longer. I don't really drink at all, even in my best friend's wedding I refused to drink.

"Get some sleep, we'll just talk about it tomorrow."

"I don't want to..."

"Come on Jack, we need to get you some sleep. It's a very busy day tomorrow and you don't really want Momo to see you this drunk."

"She's already seen me dance naked in the kitchen... she'll be fine..."

"That's not really the point..."

"Listen, nerd... It's already been a terrible weekend for me, I think I deserve my rights to do anything I want!"

"Geez, you really aren't giving up, are you?"

"Not even if my parents would ask me to!"

He giggled at that remark... his voice, even if it was just a giggle... was kind of soothing, like music to my ears. As he arranges my makeshift bed, I found my gaze wandering around his emerald orbs, sparkly even underneath those ridiculous glasses. He smiled, finishing up on fixing my beddings. I felt my cheeks burn up after the thought... No, it's probably just the alcohol in my system. Yeah... just the alcohol.

"Goodnight, Kyoka."

I give up. I guess resting wouldn't hurt anyone. I grabbed the pillow he placed at my side and pulled it closer to my face, putting it in a tight embrace to hide my face from him. Why am I living with this guy again?

"Goodnight, Izuku..."