Disclaimer: I do not own Boku No Hero Academia/My Hero Academia. This is a work of fiction that I am not making a profit off of.

A/N: Now for a little gasoline.

Places like this reminded him why he didn't go out.

While it certainly could have been far worse, Bakugo should have known that Kaminari's brother would work at some hole in the wall tucked between a ramen shop and an adult "specialty" store. Though the building was much bigger than it looked, the club wasn't much. Crackled black walls, concrete floors, and worn black velvet bar stools lining the perimeter of the open dance floor.

"This place is a shit hole."

"Man," Kirishima sighed, shaking his head with disapproval as he handed him a beer bottle. "There is absolutely nothing wrong with this place."

His boots stuck to the floor, making a horrible sound every time Bakugo lifted his feet and the air around was somehow cold and wet at the same time. "That's debatable."

"We're not even supposed to be here-"

True, but they could at least find a place that wasn't a shining example of health code violations.

"Just shut up and drink your beer."

"Eh," Bakugo muttered, taking a tentative sip from the bottle. "Okay-" His nose wrinkled, feeling the liquid burn the back of this throat. "That tastes like piss."

Kirishima chuckled, taking a sip of his own drink with a merry shrug. "You uncultured swine."

"This is shitty beer."

"Because you would know."

First taste of alcohol or not, Bakugo was sure it shouldn't taste like this. He took another sip, face twisting at the bitter flavor. It tasted like moldy bread and lemon peels. "I have enough common sense to know that it shouldn't taste like this."

"It's 300 yen beer-"

That explained it.

"What did you expect?"

That was a good question.

Bakugo took another hard gulp, frowning at the bottle in his hand.

He hadn't expected to enjoy himself.

The last time Bakugo had been invited to a party was primary school. It was one of those parties where the entire class had been invited, and his mother had forced him to attend. He'd sat in a corner, away from the children running around the party hall. Little palms inches away from his face, Bakugo focused on the beads of glycerin rolling over his palms.

He wasn't interested in whatever stupid thing his classmates were talking about. Everyone knew that All Might was the best hero. Bakugo wasn't in the mood discussing it with a bunch of kids who couldn't tell the difference between a Texas Smash and a Detroit Smash. He didn't care what their favorite colors were, or what flavor they thought the blue ice cream was. The noise from his classmates fueled his annoyance and the glycerin on his hands.

The experience hadn't been a complete waste of time.

There had also been cake.

"Can you at least try to look like you're not being tortured?"

Bakugo's eyes narrowed as his back collided with the wall behind him.

"Look, we'll get a round of shots when everyone else gets here," Kirishima chuckled, slapping a hand against Bakugo's shoulder.

That sounded worse than the beer. "Where the hell is everyone anyway?" Since they'd arrived with Kaminari Bakugo had placed himself the furthest corner from the bar and twisted his face into the most uninterested scowl he could muster.

This place was too crowded for his taste, and he wasn't looking to make small talk.

Bakugo would have almost preferred Kaminari just making his idiot brother buy them a case of beer so they could just drink in the dorms. If that were the case, he'd only have to suffer through about an hour of socialization at most before walking back to his room.

"They're coming," Kirishima said, looking down at his phone. "Mina said they just got off the train and are walking toward the club."

"Who's with her?"

"Um," Kirishima frowned, shrugging a little as he continued to scroll through his phone. "Sero, Jiro, Yaoyorozu-"

"Rich girl?! Why the hell would you morons invite her?" Bakugo couldn't think of someone worse to invite. Actually, he could. "You all may as well have invited four eyes!"

"We did-"

Of course those idiots did.

"Mina got tired of being the only girl coming-"

Bakugo shook his head, feeling his head begin to throb. "So, she invites the girl most likely to snitch on us." Between the crappy beer and the idiotic group of extras who decided to be his friends, he wasn't going to last another hour here.

Bakugo wasn't completely sure what All Might had meant when he'd asked him to reflect on his life outside of being a hero, but he was pretty sure he wasn't talking about sneaking into a club with his moron classmates.

Thirty minutes in and Bakugo was more than ever assured that his one-track mind was the right decision.

"Bro, she's coming to have fun and to make sure we all get back to the dorms safely, " Kirishima assured with a small smile. "Iida is waiting back at the dorms with the people who didn't come to make sure that we all get in by curfew since he wasn't interested in coming. We invited just about everyone in our class."

He was going to kill Kirishima.

Slowly.

In fact, Bakugo was going to kill all of those idiots. "Why the hell would you all invite everyone?" Kirishima would go first though.

"Because we're all one big family."

"Fucking dysfunctional." Bakugo had plenty of that at home. He wasn't looking for it at school.

"Ohana means family, dude. Family means nobody gets left behind for forgotten," Kirishima nodded sagely.

"Did you-" Bakugo tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he tried to process what his friend was talking about. "Did you just fucking quote a Disney movie?"

"Doesn't matter."

Bakugo needed a drink or ten if he was expected to survive this night without blowing someone's head off.

"We don't leave anyone behind."

Bakugo was about a step away from running. "You can't use a quote from a fucking Disney movie about an annoying blue alien to justify increasing our risks of getting caught!"

Kirishima grinned proudly, "You can't expect me to ignore the fact that you knew where that quote came from."

"Fuck you."

"Oh look," Kirishima snickered, biting back an inappropriate comment moving his eyes toward the entrance. "They're here."

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "Great." More people to annoy him.

"Just give it a chance."

Bakugo growled, bringing the bottle back to his lips. "Whatever." He had given it a chance. This wasn't fun. Kirishima was annoying the piss out of him. Thankfully, Kaminari had left the two of them alone since they arrived. He'd been busy catching up with his brother.

No matter how much he drank, the beer still tasted like shit.

The music sucked.

Bakugo couldn't tell if it was the condensation from the beer bottle or his own irritation making his hands feel wet.

"At least try."

There wasn't enough beer in Japan to make him enjoy this hell hole.

"Hey guys!" Ashido squealed loudly bouncing between the two, wrapping her arms around Kirishima's neck. "Sorry we're late." She gently grabbed the redhead's face, planting a kiss on his cheek.

Bakugo took another sip of beer. He decided every time he didn't have something nice to say, he was just going to take a drink. "You had to finish telling the whole school about us sneaking into a club?"

Jiro and Sero were at the bar with Kaminari talking with his brother.

Yaoyorozu, Hagakure, and Aoyama stood awkwardly at the table next to them unsure of what they should be doing in the small crowd of patrons. Who else had Ashido managed to manipulate into coming?

"I did," Ashido grinned, pretending not to hear the venom in Bakugo's voice. "I see you guys are having fun already."

"We are indeed," Kirishima spoke, answering before Bakugo had the chance to retort.

Bakugo took another drink. That one was too easy.

He could do better than that.

"Well," Ashido beamed, squeezing Kirishima's face a little more before letting go. "I'm going to go get us a round of shots so we can get this party started."

"I'll help." Kirishima grabbed her hand as she started making her way toward the bar. "Behave," he called back to Bakugo, tossing the retort over his shoulder.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, clearly unamused. The fact that he'd been in this place for almost an hour without blowing anything up was a spectacle in itself.

"I didn't expect you to come."

Bakugo's head turned sharply, recognizing a familiar tuft of hazelnut hair. "Round face?" His eyes looked her over, lips twisting, unsure of the girl in front of him.

"Or you could use my name, but yeah," Uraraka chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she leaned against the wall next to him. "It's me!"

He frowned. Bakugo almost hadn't recognized her in the black long-sleeved crop top with a splattered white glowing 'x' across her chest and high waisted shorts. The black smudges around her eyes made her usually sunny gaze look serious and not like the girl he'd seen at school. "What the fuck are you wearing?"

Uraraka frowned, palms carefully pressing against her body as she looked down at her outfit. "What's wrong with it?" she questioned, tilting her head as she looked at him.

"It's…" He knew there wasn't a right way to answer this question. Any answer he gave would make him look like a pervert.

Truthfully, he wasn't used to her showing so much skin, but that sounded weird to say. Her hero suit clung to her figure, but it covered her from neck to toes. It was the same with her uniform. She always wore black tights. He couldn't recall ever seeing her legs…

"It's just fucking weird!" Bakugo growled. Downing the last of his drink before slamming it on the table next to them, he chased away the thought of her bare legs casually standing next to him.

"Okay," Uraraka nodded slowly.

"Tch," he seethed, turning away from her. "Why are you even talking to me? Shouldn't you be with that damn nerd?!" Bakugo should've known Deku and his gang of nerds would be here. He hadn't seen them when the pink one came in leading the parade of extras.

"Deku isn't here."

"What do you mean he isn't here?!"

"How many of those have you had?" she asked, eyeing the empty beer bottle.

"I'm not fucking drunk!" And he had absolutely no intentions of getting drunk. Bakugo figured he could handle a couple drinks if he paced himself. "You and that damn nerd are practically glued at the hip-"

"So are you and Kirishima," she informed him.

He chose to ignore the remark. "He ditch you or something?"

"Deku didn't want to go-"

Wimp.

"So, he, Iida, Tsu, Todoroki, and everyone else are playing board games and watching movies," she informed. Uraraka tilted her head back against the wall, glancing at him as she tucked her hands behind her back.

"They all ditched you," Bakugo corrected with a smirk.

"They didn't want to come." Uraraka shrugged indifferently. "And I wanted to come. What's your excuse?"

Bakugo wasn't a social creature on his best days.

"You don't strike me as someone who likes clubs."

He isn't. "Eh," Bakugo shrugged. "I didn't have anything else better to do." Wasn't a complete lie.

"Figured you'd be asleep by now," Uraraka snickered cheekily.

"Shut it, raccoon eyes!"

"Racoon eyes!?" she screeched, jumping away from him.

A wicked smirk curled on his lips as he leaned close to her focusing on her eyes. "All the shit around your eyes-

"It's eyeliner!"

"You look like a chubby-cheeked raccoon." Bakugo bit back a chuckle, watching her narrow her eyes at him.

"You're an ass."

"Nothing I haven't heard before, round face with the raccoon eyes."

"Why do I even bother speaking to you?"

"Good question. Too bad your boyfriend isn't here-"

Her head thumped against the wall as she rolled her eyes at him, "He's not my boyfriend."

"Really?" he mocked.

"Why do you care?" Uraraka questioned, folding her arms over her chest. "Are you interested in him or something?"

"You little bi-"

"Alright, we got shots!" Kirishima shouted as he walked over to the table Yaoyorozu, Aoyama, and Hagakure occupied a few feet away, Ashido, Kaminari, Sero, and Jiro a few steps behind him. "Everybody grab one."

Uraraka winked, pushing herself off the wall as she brushed past him.

"I'm not fucking done with you," Bakugo growled behind her as they approached the table.

She smirked, picking up one of the little glasses. "You seem pretty finished to me."

"Alright!" Kaminari started, raising his glass above his head. "As your fearless party leader-"

The group exchanged glances as they hesitantly picked up their glasses.

"I would like to say a few words before we begin this epic night of fun," Kaminari continued. "As we set out on this journey of party-"

"For fuck's sake," Bakugo groaned, rolling his eyes.

"I would like to remind us all of our school's motto," Kaminari nodded to each of his comrades. "Plus Ultra, my dudes" He clanked the glasses closest to him before bringing it to his lips.

"What?!" Jiro questioned, looking at him. "That makes no sense."

Kaminari froze, pulling the glass away before he could get a sip. "What makes no sense?"

"Your toast."

"I was trying to set the tone," Kaminari huffed, banging his fist against the table. "We're going to party. Live life like there is no tomorrow! Anything goes-"

"C'est la vie!" Aoyama offered, tipping his glass higher.

"Dude, what?"

"He's saying 'That's life'," Yaoyorozu explained, shaking her head. "And I thought we agreed that no one was getting drunk?"

"No one is going to even have the chance at this rate," Ashido groaned.

"We came, we saw-" Kirishima tossed back his shot, slamming his glass on the table with a smile. "Now let's conquer."

"I'll drink to that!" Ashido clanked her glass with Sero, both downing their drinks. Placing her glass on the table, she grabbed Kirishima, wandering to the dance floor. "Let's go bitches!" she shouted.

Kaminari drank his shot easily, laughing as Jiro, Aoyama, and Hagakure sputtered through their shots.

Yaoyorozu took one tiny sip before setting her glass on the table with disgust. "No way," she pushed her glass to the center of the table.

"You're not supposed to let it hit your tongue," Kaminari laughed, watching her face twist with horror at the taste.

"Good to know," Jiro coughed, still unsure about the taste.

Bakugo knocked his shot back, jaw clenching as he ignored the liquid burning down his throat. His eyes drifted to Uraraka, brows raising as he looked at her full glass.

Uraraka looked at her glass, taking a hesitant sniff at the liquid.

"Just fucking drink it," he told her, watching their friends disappear into the crowd. "Smelling it isn't gonna help you."

Inhaling sharply, Uraraka brought the little glass to her lips. She shuttered, nose wrinkling and eyes squeezing shut as she forced herself to swallow. "Oh, that's gross," she shook her head.

Bakugo scoffed, ignoring the burn in his chest, "Lightweight."

"Yeah because I'm the one who didn't recognize someone I've been in class with for two years after one beer," she countered, rolling her eyes at him.

"It's not my fault you have so much shit piled on your face-"

"Wow, really?" The comment should have annoyed her, but she couldn't help but find it funny.

"What are you laughing at?" Why was she still standing with him?

"You," she answered, shaking her head and tilting her head toward the dance floor. "So, you wanna dance or what?"

One minute she was mad at him the next she was laughing at his insults and trying to pull him on the dance floor. "I'm getting a drink," Bakugo grunted, making his way to the bar.

Uraraka laughed, "So later then?"

The sound vibrated through his body, pushed on his nerves, and made his face hot with an emotion he couldn't place. Uraraka was never intimidated by his attitude, and situations like this made that fact harder to stomach. The same could be said for Kirishima, but the redhead had the tendency to ease off of him when he sensed his rage bubbling.

Uraraka ignored it, pouring more gasoline to the fire.

"Fuck this," Bakugo murmured, settling on a stool at the corner of the bar.

At this point, Bakugo was comfortable sitting in the corner trying a few different beers and ignoring the people around him.

He'd stepped outside of his comfort zone.

He'd socialized with his classmates.

He'd drank.

For the first time in a long time, Bakugo participated in something that wasn't about his life as a hero.

So almost two hours in, four beers, and two shots later, he found himself tapping his fingers to the beat of some song he prayed he'd never have to hear again.

"And here I thought you would have left an hour ago," Kirishima chuckled, patting his shoulder before taking a seat next to him. He swiveled his stool, pointing it out toward the dance floor.

"I'm still fucking here," Bakugo grunted eyes moving through the crowd as his elbows rested against the bar top. Watching the crowd provided live entertainment and helped him pass the time while he drank.

Ashido and Kirishima moved through the dance floor as if nothing mattered, and he wasn't surprised. The two were easily the most extroverted people in their group. Ashido had to basically pull Yaoyorozu and Hagakure off of the stool to get the two to participate. The other boys, excluding Bakugo, had been easier to convince.

Ashido was crazy, but she'd known better to approach him.

"I'm impressed," Kirishima nodded, eyes looking curiously at the beer in his hand. "Told you that you'd warm up to the taste of beer."

"Not really," Bakugo snorted, eyes falling on a glowing black 'x' across the room.

Uraraka had been the biggest surprise out of their group.

Arms cradled above her head, Uraraka leaned against the wall across from him. Her hips swiveled in little figure eights as she swayed with the music. Her head bounced as she seemed to half listen to whatever Sero and Aoyama were talking about around her.

She hadn't stopped moving since they'd gotten there.

"Did you get a kamikaze?" Kirishima questioned as he picked up another bottle of his own.

Bakugo's brows furrowed, eyes staying on the girl across the room. "The fuck is that?" He couldn't help wonder how much she'd had to drink.

"It's a shot."

That's probably what round face had been drinking by the looks of it.

Uraraka had fully immersed herself into the music, lost to whatever her friends were talking about on either side of her. Her arms stretched above her head, chin dipped down as her hips kept with the beat. Knuckles and back dragging along the wall as she slid down the wall, her hips rolling slowly. Her head tilted up, eyes meeting Bakugo's gaze.

"Doesn't sound like something anyone should be consuming."

Kirishima laughed, "You eat reaper peppers. You have no room to talk about dangerous sounding food."

With a small smirk curling on her lips, Uraraka's head tilted as their eyes locked.

Bakugo shook his head, his scowl dissolving into an amused smirk. "Not the same thing."

Her dance stopped suddenly as she folded her arms and twisted her face into a playful pout. Come here, Uraraka mouthed.

"Are you kidding? You…" Kirishima's voice faded into the music.

"Hm," Bakugo nodded, eyes widening and brows raising at the girl across the room.

She chuckled, sliding up against the wall. Uraraka planted her feet a little wider as she rocked her hips playfully as she kept dancing, allowing her arms to sway above her head. Come here, she mouthed from across the room. Dance with me.

Bakugo shook his head, feeling his face flush as he took another drink.

Uraraka rolled her eyes as another song started. Pushing her body off the wall in a smooth motion, her arms came in front of her and motioned for him to come here as she began to dance more.

"Dude," Kirishima whistled, taking a moment to look at his friend and then back to Uraraka. "I had no idea that girl could dance."

Neither had he, but…

Bakugo growled, defenses up as he looked at the ceiling. "Shut up, shitty hair," he hissed, feeling his ears redden. Damn alcohol.

"Look, now is not the time for you to be all pissy, " Kirishima chuckled.

Red eyes drifted back across the room. She was still dancing. Giving him another little smirk, her fingers linked above her head. Her arms swung like a lasso as she moved in a small circle, her hips leading her movements.

"Cute girl wants to dance, and it's very impolite to keep her waiting."

Bakugo huffed, "Well, you dance with her." The beat had slowed as she finished her turn. Her hands trailed down her body as she continued to move.

"I already did." Kirishima stood, bottle in hand. "For some reason, she wants to dance with your cranky ass, and if I were you," he winked as he started to walk away. "I wouldn't question it."

Probably the alcohol. "Whatever," Bakugo muttered, ignoring the urge to get up. He turned his stool away and faced the bar.

Intellectually he understood what was happening to him. In junior high and during his time at U.A., they'd learned what happened to someone when they used drugs or alcohol. Bakugo understood that the substance was a depressant. He knew that his reflexes were slowed and his decision process was impaired.

He wasn't drunk, but Bakugo wasn't sober either.

Sober Bakugo would have shot her his dirtiest look and maybe flipped her off before storming away. Impaired Bakugo was considering getting up and dancing. He didn't even want to think of what Drunk Bakugo would do.

That scared the fuck out of sober Bakugo. Either way sober Bakugo would have to live with the aftermath.

"Hey."

Bakugo froze. "What?" he grunted, ignoring the bundle of nerves in his chest. Alcohol was supposed to slow his heart rate, not speed it up. He took another drink.

Uraraka chuckled, sliding in the small space between the bar stools. She tilted her head, her shoulder brushing against him as she smiled at him. "You're not gonna sit here all night, are you?"

"What's it to you?" Alcohol had apparently impaired his ability to put his usual amount of bite in his words. He sounded pathetic and sour.

Not that Uraraka was bothered by his usual rough tone.

"Well," she drawled, leaning a little closer to him. "I wanted you to dance with me."

"You're fucking drunk," Bakugo shook his head, ignoring her gaze as his eyes went to the bottle in front of him.

"Because I want to dance with one of my friends?"

"You've had too much to drink. Go away, pink cheeks."

"Not drunk," Uraraka smirked, leaning against the bar top. "And pink cheeks, huh? You haven't used that one in a while…"

"Look," he huffed, fixing his face to the meanest scowl he couldn't muster. "I know you're sad cause your little boyfriend isn't here-"

"Again with the Deku obsession-"

"But I'm not some replacement because you're lonely, so fuck off," Bakugo grunted narrowing his eyes at her.

Pupils dilated from the darkness and drinks, Uraraka bit her bottom lip stopping the laughter bubbling at the back of her throat. "Are you finished?" she giggled.

"Now I know you're fucking drunk," Bakugo shook his head, eyes narrowing at her as he felt his ears flush.

"Again," she rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. "Not drunk."

"Said no sober person ever," he drawled. Her being drunk was the only explanation for this nonsense. If Ashido had enough sense to know not to push the issue of his participation in the group outing then what was Uraraka's excuse?

"Dance with me," she commanded, nudging his shoulder. "Unless you can't…"

Bakugo slammed his bottle against the counter feeling trapped. She knew he couldn't back down. The use of the word 'can't' meant that he didn't possess the ability to dance.

"I mean," she sighed dramatically, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. "I shouldn't have assumed you knew how to dance in the first place."

Why couldn't she just leave him alone?

"My mistake…"

More importantly, why wasn't he irritated?

"Fuck it." Bakugo firmly believed that he had the ability to do anything he tried. The alcohol flooding his system only supported that theory.

Uraraka cackled as his stool slid back with a screech. Her hands pressed against his shoulders as she followed him to the dance floor. "That's the spirit, Kacchan."

He'd get her back for that later.

And the dancing thing too.

To be Continued…