ohhh man i have way too many ideas to write but i'll probably never get to all of them :/ anyways! i was inspired by a tumblr post with a list of dialogue prompts, so have some bnha oneshots/drabbles because i love them :)

Prompt: "I hate you." "Why? I'm lovely."

Notes: Characters are aged up (we'll say 17 years old, because they're still living at the dorms).

It was supposed to be an easygoing, casual Bakusquad night out. Maybe hit up a small bar or two, do some stupid stuff like race around parking lots in shopping carts, and then end up at the nearest McDonald's at 3 am.

It was not supposed to involve a fake IDs for the biggest nightclub in town, a full on, no holds barred bar, max volume music, disco balls, and dance floors.

Which was exactly how it turned out.

And that was how Bakugou found himself sitting at a bar, drinking a beer, watching his drunk boyfriend and friends stumble around on the dance floor, mixing and dancing with strangers.

He sipped his beer, recalling the night's events so far.

Mina and Kaminari had managed to get their hands on fake IDs that looked remarkably similar to their actual faces and they had successfully gotten past the bouncer.

Mina, Kaminari, and Sero then moved on to grabbing a tray full of shots, somehow roping his sweet, shitty boyfriend, Kirishima, into joining them, and then challenging Bakugou to a drink off, which he had won.

And now he sat at the bar alone, remarkably sober, watching Kaminari grind himself into wall and Sero and Mina dancing together.

With that final thought, he realized his boyfriend had disappeared somewhere, and scowled as he looked around for the shitty redhead.

"I. AM. MANLY!" a shout from the left reached his ears and Bakugou swung his head to the side, catching sight of Kirishima climbing onto a table.

"Oh fuck no," he growled, and raced towards his wasted boyfriend,

Just as Kirishima put his foot onto the table, Bakugou yanked him down, growling, "You are not going to fucking make a dumbass of yourself drunk, although you've done plenty of that already."

"Babe~!" Kirishima smiled drunkenly up at the ash blonde, his crimson eyes shining. "Where have you been? I missed you~!" He burrowed his face into his boyfriend's neck, nuzzling him. "Mm…you're smell good."

A red flush crept up Bakugou's face at the affectionate gesture, and he shoved Kirishima away. "Fucking hell. You're fucking wasted, Shitty Hair," he groaned. "Let's grab the other fucking extras and go home already."

"Nooooo! Stay and party more~!" Kirishima sang punching the air, before his arm went slack. He completely collapsed against Bakugou, who cursed his bad luck, along with Mina and Kaminari, for the umpteenth time that night.

"Fucking hell…" he groaned, as he wrapped Kirishima's arm around his shoulders and walked him outside.

Bakugou sighed, inhaling the fresh night air as he half walked, half dragged, his boyfriend to the car. Using his other hand, he unlocked it, and gently tucked the passed out Kirishima into the passenger seat.

"Don't fucking move," he hissed, despite the other being knocked out.

He shut the door, and locked it, just to be safe, before he headed back into the club for his other friends.

As if the gods were looking down on him, Sero and Mina were sober enough to understand Bakugou, and they took him to where the discount Pikachu was puking in the toilets.

With Sero's help, they managed to get Kaminari into the car (with a window seat), Sero in the middle, and Mina on the other side.

As Bakugou drove off, he looked into his mirror, staring the tipsy, yet coherent Mina, dead in the eye.

"Never. The Fuck. Again."

x

They arrived back at the dorms safely, and Mina and Sero bid Bakugou a slightly guilty good night, before they dragged Kaminari with them back to their rooms. Which left Bakugou in charge of Kirishima Eijirou, who had begun to regain consciousness.

"Shut the fuck up right now," Bakugou hissed as they made their way through the empty common room into the elevator to their floor.

"Katsukiii~!" Kirishima hummed, leaning into the ash blonde's shoulder. "Why didn't you dance with me?"

Bakugou ignored the redhead as the elevator door opened and he managed to open Kirishima's room door and lift the other teen in, dumping him unceremoniously onto his bed. He sighed for the billionth time that night, and massaged his temples. It had been a long night, and he just wanted to change and pass out. He began to make his way out, back to his room, but a hand caught his.

"Katsuki! Why are you leaving?" bemoaned Kirishima on the bed.

Bakugou turned around to tell off his drunk boyfriend, but he immediately knew it had been a big mistake.

There was that pleading, kicked puppy expression on Kirishima's face, with his red eyes big and round and just plain sad.

"Katsuki…won't you stay with me?" Kirishima whimpered.

Bakugou cursed underneath his breath and shut the door, making his way back to his boyfriend, who had exchanged the 'kicked puppy' expression, for a 'happy, energetic puppy' look.

"Yayy~! Babe, you're here!" the redhead sang, throwing his arms around Bakugou and kissing his cheek.

"I fucking hate you, you know that Eijirou? I fucking hate you right now," the ash blonde muttered grumpily as he stripped off his shirt and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend.

Kirishima cocked his head at him curiously.

"Why? I'm absolutely lovely," he deadpanned.

Bakugou let out a tch and buried his face into Kirishima's hair.

"Fuck. Go the fuck to sleep now. I'm exhausted."

"I love you."

"Fucking whatever."

slight iffy on this one, but iT'S OKAY. i've had the worst block for the past four days, which really sucked because i've had nothing but a stream of ideas. anyways, hope you enjoyed this drabble!

- love, soul