9
On campus, aside from the main cafeteria, UA had a handful of restaurants that offered other types of dishes that weren't on the main cafeteria's menu, and also, there were a number of quick-eat places that were all delivery and/or pickup, like the pizza place that Kasaya ordered from.
UA had so much foot-traffic (all with electronic badges and not allowed on campus without clearance of course): It was Japan's headquarters for the country's Hero Association, held executive offices for many of the Hero Leagues in different cities, it was a high school, it housed over 2,000 on-campus students, it was home to some of the UA Heroes/teachers, and then, it had hundreds of in-general high school staff on-campus daily, and the executives that ran UA.
It had training facilities (huge indoor gyro-dome one's), smaller training facilities, a gym, a student union building, conference buildings; it was enormous, 6 miles around, so, having plenty of food establishments, made the property a huge profit.
This time, Hisashi was going all-out, at least as all-out as one could without going off-campus, for his little brother. He hadn't been there for his birthday, had to cram for an exam, so, he showed up as early as possible, dressed as picturesque as possible, and saved up enough to take him out to the best place he could, to celebrate another year free of the witch's grasp.
The military academy, it paid him well.
So fantastically, that he could send his brother a package every month in the mail, stuffed with 'certain' things, and also stuffed with money for him to use for campus supplies, personal, and food tickets for the cafeteria.
As their father had said, Kasaya was his problem now, and so, Hisashi, knowing his psychological/physical pain and struggle, and out of love for him, was the one that kept him afloat. Hisashi even filed for a more prestigious position at his academy (and got it), which bumped his pay and made him more decorated, for he was already was paid military, but this position gave him more funds, so he could give even more to his little brother.
Hisashi would do anything, anything he could for Kasaya. He'd even give his last breath.
The older Satoko more than welcomed that task of caring for his younger bother, letting Kasaya be his ward. Perhaps he did spoil him to a certain point, but he felt after all he'd went thorough, he deserved it. He deserved to have the best care he could provide, the best schooling he could afford/get him into, and with including what Hisashi had done to drag him away from Ashley, and releasing him from as many emotion controls as he could (all except one; LOVE), he (without any better words), saved his younger brother's life, ans so he took Kasaya's growth and development personally.
He didn't need father's help, he was Hisashi, proud, he'd realized, like that roommate of his. He could do it all. They could beat her in that eventual court case together as brothers.
Hisashi hoped though, that when that court case happened, that truly their father will see the perilous fate that had befallen Kasaya, and he hoped in it too that Kasaya would somehow find enough gumption to forgive him for turning his back on him.
After the awkward elevator ride of silence, it opened up into The Golden, the eatery on the penthouse level of the right tower to the main UA campus building. This restaurant was most expensive one, where a lot of the executives ate, that served up to $60 plates.
"Satoko. Three." Hisashi looked the receptionist up and down smiley, obviously a student herself, with a marvelous on-campus job, dressed in all black, neat makeup and perfect hair. He winked at her, and she smiled large back.
Kasaya would of rolled his eyes (along with his arms being crossed) at his brother's flirty ass personality, but instead, his mouth abruptly cinched to the side, and his lip stuck out on the left. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard! Had his brother gotten a pre-reservation for three people!? What the fuck was he thinking?!
Bakugo noticed as well, putting his phone on silent in his uniform's dress pant's pocket. He really wasn't clothed as well as the other two, and felt out of place being somewhere with crystal chandeliers and mahogany flooring with baggy uniform pants and black V-neck tee.
Point was: Three? The blonde delegated... this was deliberate. His arms were folded, trying not to look at anyone, except out the tall skyscraper windows, as they started to walk over to the table, led by the hostess. That table, perhaps a little smaller than it should be, when the menus were placed, he slammed his chair out a little too rashly for 'fine dining', because underneath it all, he was on fire.
His attitude spelled out some sourness: That somehow, this was a fuckin' mistake and that he was being set-up! He was feeling his skin crawling.
Who the fuck thinks they can use Bakugo?! He wanted info about his roommate (free food was offered, 'So, why not?'), but at what cost exactly? The older Satoko had set a reservation for three, what did that mean? As usual, his bottom lip was poking out in a sore-looking way, and his cheeks were pinched up, looking crazed.
The boys all sat down in the luxe chairs, the soldier taking a bit longer as he unbuttoned the huge buttons on his jacket to reveal a starched, perfectly pressed white collared shirt underneath, and before sitting, he took off his angled cap, placing it on the edge of the table, never unlatching his sword.
Bakugo was staring over the landscape, wrapped up in his head. Pissed that he was a chess piece for some ploy, but with a few short, angry glances back across the table, he gained a bit of knowledge, and that was that Hisashi had the same color of hair as Blue Bun, just so much shorter in a low faded cut that screamed Armed Forces; eyes a shade of sky blue unlike his roommate's, whose orbs just looked lifeless all the time. His stateliness made him seem much older than what he was, but really, he probably was only a year older.
Close in age the Satokos.
The table's mood was weird, the seventeen-year-olds boiling, the older just babbling on about how he's made such a good choice, happy.
Kasaya was wordless, as per usual, eyes set on nothing on the table in particular, until the waiter showed up, and that was where those gray eyes went.
"Good evening, Watanabe Akinari. I'll be your server. Can I start with drinks?" But before he could even write down the first one, which would of been Kasaya's, another male server brought over a bottle of wine and sat it down on the table.
"A gift from Table 11. They wanted to thank you for your commitment to the service." Bowing, the waiter waltzed away, and as he did, Satoko Hisashi instantly stood, pushing chair in neat, re-jacketing and putting cap back on straight.
Hisashi motioned a wave towards Table 11. They were that was making it obvious that they were wanting him to converse with him, smiling, a wave back from one of the women there. The table was only a few older gentlemen and two elder women, one with red hair, one black, all over forty, at the most.
"I have to meet and greet, an officer never ignores his duty to socialize." Hisashi gleamed, thinking that it'd be rude not to say something. He turned to Watanabe, simply ordering a water, then to his guests: "Get drinks and appetizers. I will be back for the main." He faced back to the waiter again. "Three wine glasses. I want to share the gift with my party, of course." He bowed.
The waiter nodded, and didn't ask the soldier for any ID's at all. The legal drinking limit in Japan had dropped from 20 to 18 in the past 10 years, but still, it was one of those things where nobody listened, rules much more lax in Japan than in other countries, and everyone knew it. Anyone could get away with it, especially if it was a decorated force demanding such, the buying not as much, but the drinking of it, yes.
Hisashi was 18. So, he bought for Kasaya. Before he'd turned 18 though, and he'd tried to make him relax while having flashbacks, it was whatever alcohol he could scuff up from someone at the academy and bring home. Those recent times were hard, it was much easier now that he was old enough to walk in a liquor store and walk out package in hand.
Someday, he planned to break him of it, but for now, it was what 'worked' to ail those sickly past actions that he knew his bother was ashamed of. With it, he used to think he was a mess, then he quickly seen what he was like without it. After about a five days, he'd slowly start to unravel and fast. Too much past building up in his head. Not enough alcohol to dose that flame.
He'd just scream. And scream. Shriek, fingertips over the face, clawing the floor. Someone who looked like they needed a mental institute to chain him up.
And the horrors that he'd scream about?
Shit that hurt Hisashi's heart. Broke it so much that it brought him to unbearable tears.
Nobody made him cry, except Kasaya. He just... he couldn't bear it.
So, liquor it was.
Therapy at this point? Not even an option. What therapist could he see? Especially with that bitch's fingertips smashed into everything, but also Kasaya trusted no one except Hisashi with the truth.
Because it was so explicitly evil, that... He'd be thrown in prison. Quick and easy for things he did... (at someone else's hand or not), and prison was not something he had planned for Kasaya. The court case was not complete. He needed more time to figure out a way to help his brother not be jailed. There just wasn't enough evidence.
Someone couldn't be put into jail until 18, but time... it never stops does it?
Hisashi nodded and walked away, tipping his cap at the waiter, bowing to the two left at the table... by themselves.
Kasaya rolled his eyes as his brother waltzed away. 'God damn it.' He was left alone in the presence of infamous, Bakugo Katsuki.
Both quietly ordered water, and as the wine cork was popped by Watanabe, three glasses poured by him formally with towel around arm, Kasaya thank-you'd and was (of course), the first one to grab it up and take a sip, long fingers perching on the goblet's neck. He was more than just a bit stressed, and he took in the drink with full swallowing chugs, that might of been a bit too fast but he didn't care, like how Bakugo obviously hadn't gave a shit about jerking that chair out, and slamming his ass down into it, almost making a scene, but contained just enough not to.
Kasaya's logic was, if the blonde was entitled to act like an asshole even up here, then he was entitled the same, maybe not acting like an dick, but at least doing whatever he wanted. He's been given no other option but to sit in his rude presence.
Bakugo noticed.
The biker cut's thoughts were that maybe the wine was okay, who knows? But then he got a little more in depth: How could Blue Bun of known that from just a random bottle being sat on the table? Was he trying to remove himself from everything? Or, maybe he just didn't care?
He was a rule breaker, his eyes scanned. Yeh. Rules, out the fuckin' window. He sat there across from that pure white tablecloth, gorging himself on that sugared liquor unashamedly.
Alcohol does calm you down right though... 'Right?' Bakugo had never drank before; heard stories, and some crazy ones. He'd had one sip of beer as a kid. One. His grandma's. Why his grandma drank beer he didn't know, but that shit was sour and he remembered not liking it. He'd spit it out in the kitchen sink.
He watched the navy head reach for the bottle and pour himself another glass. Already? And, not to the correct stopping point either, too full, and he took another sip before setting it down, so uncaring, like him in every way.
The wine was potent, and as Kasaya swallowed, that familiar loosening was coming with each delicious sip, what was great was he didn't have to hide his alcoholism at the moment, it had been offered and they weren't in the dorms. This was an adult setting, and they's been given special clearance. He was thinking about the high percent to alcohol content, not doubting at all from the taste that table bought something expensive for his brother.
Which reminded him, it'd been about ten minutes, with the blonde quiet, Kasaya found his dark stare meandering over to Table 11 where his brother sat with the older people, now drinking sake.
"Figures." Kasaya blurted, he just couldn't help but let a bit of word escape his mouth, he was better mood-wise now, still pissed, but let his sarcasm spit out. Suavely, he glided his eyes back to the table, perched his long fingers to grab his wine glass, where unexpectedly, he caught Katsuki's red-eyed glare, it was passive, but it was looking intently like it was questioning what the fuck he was even doing by drinking.
The long-haired teen almost choked! That sip went down his throat raw, and due to that unsettling feeling of being watched, he moved his whole chair sideways to where it's back sat against the wall, getting in a slack-ish posture, one that sort of mimicked the way that Katsuki was also lounging.
Falsely bold, he gave Suki a quick eyebrow raise. It wasn't to challenge, but he wanted those red, intense eyeballs off him.'Stop staring!' He just wanted to chill damn it! If chilling was even a possible thing around this guy!
It had been his birthday. He had just wanted to visit and hangout with his brother and his brother alone.
He should of said something, but he didn't want to be blown to bits by the guy sitting across from him if he'd mentioned anything about not wanting him to come. The last thing he wanted was himself burnt to a crisp. He'd already dealt with enough pain in his life, and experiencing being burnt all to hell definitely wasn't on his bucket list.
"Hah?" Bakugo's mouth spurt, his jaw barely opening, only poking the bottom of the goblet on his side, moving it about an inch, giving up to simply recross his arms. He shouldn't of said a damn thing! But yet again, there was just 'something' about his roommate, like when he'd haphazardly fell to the couch shirtless saying 'Fuck' a million times over his essay, that just egged him on to respond.
The 'Hah?' kind of just popped out of his mouth without even expecting it to!
Did he actually? It was moreless just a sound, kind of. Kasaya took another sip of wine, the second glass half finished now, and well, maybe he should bring up the elephant in the room. He was feeling a tad more up to it now.
"A reservation for three. Odd." His gray eyes didn't look at him, but he could tell while staring at his brother, that the blonde's head moved a bit and posture changed.
"Hn." Was all the presence said.
Acknowledged. Kasaya got it. Trying to bring up conversation with Katsuki, what the fuck was wrong with himself?
"Don't care." Bakugo grumbled, actually wondering when the waiter was going to show back up to order appetizers.
Hisashi looked back a bit to Kasaya from across the long dining room, and their eyes met.
Hisashi got his younger brother's harsh tone, he'd bet 1000% that he was upset over there, feeling stuck. Hisashi smiled raising a glass of sake back to the younger, then turned back, flat out ignoring his long-haired, younger brother.
The reservation was his plan, the wine, no. The wine was just... a perfect surprise.
The people at the table, they weren't anyone he knew. The red-head an executive secretary, dark hair a geology teacher, and the other two gentleman, central office VP's.
Yes. Yes. It was a bit deviant that Hisashi had initially wanted to invite his younger brother's roommate, but... Hisashi had told him, that he needed to try to conduct a life that was better than what he'd lived for years prior. Kasaya had a poor social life and he, Hisashi, was in charge of his development!
Was it selfish of him to want Kasaya to give in and have just one friend?
'Come' on Kasaya.' His mind beckoned over another dose of Sake, laughing properly at the table's jokes. He got why Kasaya wouldn't do it, the past horrors, but this guy, this Bakugo, he may be crazy and foul tempered, but he swore there was no other explanation... he had 'Helped a bro out', as his text to Kasaya said the night of the flood incident.
Also, it looked like they cleaned it up together okay? If they could come together for that short amount of time... then?
Between his wishes for Kasaya to start living a more normal life and that instance where Bakugo might of done something good for his little bro (because he agreed that Kasaya didn't need any ladies right now), he, that next day, called and ordered reservations for three.
Him asking Bakugo what Kasaya had been up to might of been a bit too sudden, but Hisashi had no desire for the past to repeat itself. He was just poking around the bush to make sure his roommate hadn't seen anything weird. It was kind of distrustful he supposed, but, Kasaya taking a dive (by not being fed enough alcohol to sate the past events off), that was thing that he couldn't allow.
Hisashi wondered that if maybe Kasaya got a friend, that maybe they'd (eventually) look out for each other. It was a slim hope, seeing Bakugo was a total prideful, over-ferocious powerhouse, but it was the only hope he had, especially since he was in charge of Kasaya's well-being. He thought with two years away from Ashley under the belt, the next step was to help his brother get more social, even if, just a little.
Yeh, he'd blurted out that they'd spar, which he won't let Kasaya refuse, due to not wanting him to get rusty (it could protect him, seeing as he was so afraid to use his quirk), and he'd also let out a little blurb about baseball, but sharing just a few 'cool' things with a person about someone, that's how a friendship starts... right?
He'd felt bad about mentioning baseball though. That hit a more sour note than the sword. His mind bounced. He was sure Kasaya probably was just keeping everything personal super quiet and hush-hush, and as per usual, his presence was probably nothing more than a mysterious blob in the corner of that dorm room.
Hisashi really knew him too well. That was how he always was now, his demeanor, so unlike the Kasaya he once knew: silly, fun and fucking crazy all on his own.
So, let this table pour him multiple cups of sake (and they were), and let Kasaya sit there... 'Just fuckin' say something to him Kasaya... come'on.'
Kasaya was feeling it way too much. He still was referring back to his previous thoughts: The wine had been gifted, and it had been okay'ed for them to drink, so, he would drink. It wasn't the dorms.
The waiter showed up. "Appetizers gentleman?"
Bakugo mumbled out these spicy shrimp kabobs, and Kasaya, not wanting the liquor to soak up with any sort of breaded appetizer, didn't order anything, he'd just get a main plate and that's it.
Alcoholic through and through.
He sighed, it was true.
Kasaya knew the wine had shaken his core, and it was making his mouth a bit more loose than what he liked too, that was one reason Ashley began to force it on him in the beginning of his downfall, so when she'd ask him things using her quirk, that he'd be para-graphical and extensive in bumbling description, and that was why when he drank in the dorms, he always did it away from prying eyes, or mainly when his roommate was away, so he wouldn't by chance even 'accidentally' strike up conversation in his liquored state, following Bakugo's room code as closely as possible.
The one exception was the flooding incident, he'd walked away to liquor-up in the bathroom, but he still had to be in the presence of the dreaded terror after, but well... that night wasn't that bad, he guessed. It was weird with him writing out the rest of his work, but not 'bad'... that wasn't even the right choice of word.
But, this time? This was under a different setting, different terms. His brother had asked him to come along, and the blonde had, only to arrive with three seats waiting. Oh yeah, different altogether.
This time also, the wine beckoned, and it was a BIG bottle, not those little 3 oz things. He could drink more than Hisashi would usually allow at any given time (expect when they drank together on occasion), and that idea (aside from pressure of those eyes watching him), it was too tempting!
The seduction to be able to devour as he wanted.
He also wished he could have a smoke right now, but that was aside the point.
"What's your problem?" It suddenly came out of Bakugo's mouth.
'What?!' Hisashi's mind instantly and rashly blanked. He wanted to say, 'Shouldn't I be askin' you the same question?', but instead his mouth mumbled a quick, "Nothing important."
Which really wasn't a untruthful per sey, he did have shit bothering him, but the alcohol had made it seem less important and faded it some, so really, it was more of a white lie.
He heard Katsuki sneer, a hiss come out of his mouth: "False."
And, that was the first time Bakugo openly barked at him about something. It was different than being mouthy towards him, being bossy. He actually thought that he really was lying. Somehow he could tell. But, his mind didn't want to label it as something to put towards his outline, that he'd find awful, and just make him gloom at him the rest of the year.
Why did he want to have some belief in him? That if he was saying something untrue, that he was giving him a chance to rectify it?
Bakugo understood that they both realized that Hisashi had set up dinner for three, that they both were on the same mood about it, irritated, but there was something else. Or was it that he wanted there to be something else? Fuck everything!
Again, Kasaya wanted to snap back a bit and say, 'Stop making accusations!', but instead, turned and glared this time, grabbing his wine glass up and taking a large chug out of it. He only made a growl sound in his throat and words continued along with the swallow: "It's always a lie."
It was a bit too truthful. That comment. And what about the pact being over and they're ways of life going back to how it was before? And where was the tape 'Damn it.' Kasaya blundered, he shouldn't of let himself say that. Surely, a blow up will happen.
Instantly, a snap came back. "I don't like liars." Arms crossed. That took him off guard, but so, it gave him a peek that it was about something else: How hypocritical! He'd just said he didn't have much a problem, then admitted it was a lie!
What the hell was wrong with this guy?! Bakugo fumed! What a fuckin' puzzle! It didn't make any damn sense! He wanted to throw the towel in, and say, 'Done!', but he... couldn't. He'd devoted himself to giving into the game a bit. Letting him fill upstairs... a bit.
The waiter showed up then, and placed the shrimp for Bakugo and noticing the tension at the table, was forcing a super fake smile before skimming off.
Bakugo's thoughts were that if he was going to set his mind to paying some attention to someone, he better at least not get lied to! He was Bakugo, and he wanted the fuckin' truth! Plus, he really hated lying in general, even if it was up to the other person whether they wanted to lie to him or not.
Katsuki, when he lied, he got this nasty halted feeling inside himself that he despised because it would haunt him until his mind allowed him a chance to breathe, which would only come from that lie slowly fading into the past. Agonizing, tantalizing and also annoying it was, and because of that, he couldn't imagine why someone would lie... but wait.
His mind remembered, he'd lied recently. To that pink demon girl. And what was it about?
It was about following Kasaya.
How did his mind dismiss it so?
Suddenly he found himself tangled, but then it sporadically dawned: Because it didn't feel like a lie. How could a lie not feel like a lie? Answer: Because what he'd been doing (hunting after that enigma that now sat across from him at the table), had consumed him that he hadn't even realized, or even thought back on that moment.
He remembered hauling change around in his pocket as a 'good excuse' if anyone caught him, but as he skimmed out the word 'soda' to her, and briskly grumbled off, it was almost like he had been so eaten with tracking the guy that he overlooked the lie! Brushed it off, then totally forgotten about it altogether!
The run-in with her was just a random hazy moment in his head, her form blurry, out-of-focus like a fisheye camera lens. Unimportant she was, that few seconds worthless, and it meant nothing in comparison to his mission.
Bakugo was fucked up. What the fuck was wrong with his fuckin' head!? His eyes visually swirled!
His roommate confused the shit out of him! Leaving his mind spinning.
Almost so much that... it drove him to drink.
And sure enough, it did.
After a few tasty, spicy, crunchy shrimp, he gave in and lifted his wine glass to his lips hesitantly, at first, just smelling the liquid inside. Sure enough, it was fermented fruit. Strong.
If this guy though, Blue Bun, could sit back the way he was after drinking some of it, which now Bakugo glanced and he had his left elbow on the table lazily, looking away somewhere else, maybe it'd calm him. 'Get outta my head!' Disettled fine! Bakugo admitted he was disettled.
So, if he took a drink, what was he allowing himself to say to himself? That lying bothered him? No! He'd already made that apparent!
But instead, it would be admitting to something else: By taking a drink, it was an admittance to having zero clarity and grasp on what depth he'd allow Kasaya up in his head, and that it bugged him!
He was just so good at it! Getting under his skin! And the dipshit would take one territory in his mind, then somehow, he found him spilling over into the next! Already his line of thinking revolved so much around anticipation of clues. A board game. Cards! Whatever!
This was all poker!
Zero clarity.
And because of that, he took his first full swallow of alcohol ever in his life. It went down rough, rough as hell, making him cough light, and clear his throat.
His own thoughts, and the long haired one sitting across from him... it drove him to do it. Was it weak of him to give in like that? For that reason? He had no clue. All that kept repeating was that he was probably stupid for allowing himself to play this game show.
Bending himself on a self-inflicted path to a meltdown.
This was so typical and usual of his former self, the one that he was trying to sizzle down by not allowing people inside his brain, but like a broken record...
It kept happening.
Somehow though, this felt different, and that was because unlike the past times, this, for sure, he knew, was intentional. He was gambling... on purpose.
Another sip. He irked a bit as it went down. It was somewhat sour, sweet too, and it stung, but not in a bad way. Did he like it... unsure.
Testing with another, sort of not wanting to, sort of wanting to, to his surprise, the third, taken little less rashly, made him then err the wine on the side of 'good' for him. At least for right now.
Hisashi glanced over. His new party guests were all laughing carrying on, whooping it up, celebrating one of the men's executive anniversary. 15 years as a executive! Quite a commitment! K and K he seen weren't really talking, but Kasaya's roommate was drinking some now too. Maybe that's good, maybe that's bad? He didn't know, but he just wanted it to play out, so he turned back around giving it some more time.
Bakugo frustrated, began to feel something as he tried to slowly down his whole goblet full. At first, it was kind of tough, managing the liquid, and mixing it with his food, but as it went along, it dawned on him that the wine was kind of elevating the taste of shrimp. How, he had no idea, but the drink, it paired well with what he had ordered so far.
Reaching the end of the properly portioned and professionally poured glass, his body felt like it was losing it's weight? His shoulders relaxing a small amount, he was losing a sense of gravity! Was this the effect!?
Somehow he smirked. Amazed. Yes, curiosity... it had made his body experience something it'd never felt! And in that, he couldn't control his face anymore. Once done, he wanted another, he wanted it like Kasaya had, way more full than what it should be.
The long haired one noticed. He thought for sure he'd probably only finish one then call it quits, but angular face going all analytic gave away that he was more in a 'mixed review' status, it was a different vibe than he'd expected.
Now, Bakugo was eagerly tipping the bottle, sloshing it in. Kasaya didn't give a shit less. If he wanted it, take it. With certainty in the beginning though, from the very moment when they had no other choice but be thrown in a room together, Kasaya pegged Bakugo as having plenty of adult experiences already under his belt, maybe not everything, but at least most things. This included.
A little later on, he come to gather though that he'd not had a feeling of extreme loss, on that day when Iida cornered him in the hall, told by Midoriya also, but Kasaya's line of thought was more with physical stuff.
It made him sort of laugh internally, because this big bad brute, who yelled and banged around, he'd realized had never drank, or if he had before, it definitely hadn't been enough for him to understand what it does at all. It was ironic to his previous thoughts.
And he'd been rather assuming... he guessed.
Perhaps... Katsuki really wasn't all surging firestorm, mighty and raging. That was enough for him to blurt out another small tidbit, and he'd let him use his scissors, right? He hadn't even asked, Bakugo just gave. Selfish or not? "Hmn." Sound came first out of his throat amongst a sip. "Do you lie?"
Kasaya had white lied, as he did everyone and in everything, because of everything. He just couldn't say too much. It'd jail him if any little peep got out. One thing would lead to this, then to that, this was how it always worked.
Admittance to hating that Hisashi shared some info about swordsmanship would lead to questions about swordsmanship, which would lead to questions about 'why' swordsmanship, which would lead to small stories, which would lead to past stuff coming up, which would lead to jail, and no chance for Hisashi and him to finish that case correctly!
It was like following a rabbit into it's hole. And what a hole it was! But, the blonde had picked up on the lie like a radar, intuitive, so there was no backing out of admitting that at least, he had lied. He just wanted to know now, he guessed... if the blonde ever did. Ever lied? At what level is he trying to remove the grains out of someone's else's eyes before his own?
The answer came rather quick. "Not recently."
Kasaya nodded slightly. So, he did every once in a great while, definitely not as much as him.
Bakugo was feeling it now. A lot. And man, he was... was this what they called 'tipsy'? He felt his fingertips going slightly numb, and his lips also. Cheeks hot. And the weightlessness, it was... relieving. Like, the yoke of life that he carried on his shoulders daily was somehow alleviated away, that the thoughts in his head that were driving him nuts about Kasaya were loosening, and other things he'd had trapped up there for years?
That was the yoke that had been lifted. The one of being too little to understand what it meant when he was five when his grandmother, who was crazily mourning, told him that his parents had died. And how stupidly and naively he'd said to her: 'Silly grandma! They're jus' on vacation!'
How he learned... and not fast, as he went on... He'd been going out into the forest with Deku and his rag tag group of pals, forgetting everything, laughing, meandering around out in the woods, ganging up on Deku, even and pushing him around.
Then... once he realized what 'dead' meant?
Things changed. He was the one that changed.
You see, Bakugo had experienced great loss, unlike Midoriya thought, but in the worst way: By experiencing it much after the fact, which left him isolated and feeling unrelatable to everyone. Deku kept asking him over and over 'What's wrong Kacchan?'. It annoyed the piss out of him! Little shit! How could he understand? Who the fuck doesn't understand what 'DEAD' means!?
For years, it made him madder and madder, more and more reckless. Blowing shit up. It had made him incredibly prideful, selfish and dark, vile to most.
"That's good." He heard Kasaya mumble, taking the bottle and pouring himself a third glass, turning back inwards to the table to do so.
To Saya, this really was a bunch of meaningless, stupid small talk. Who liked someone that lied anyway? 'Ha! Nobody who wasn't messed up themselves.' His head pandered.
Of course, not to his knowledge, the counterpart across the table, really was messed up also, but in a quite different way.
As he poured, Saya saw the other, glaring distantly to the horizon, the sun creeping low illuminating the stout sides of his hard face. The sun made it so much more noticeable that his orbs truly were a deep pool of blood. And by the way he was relaxing, not noticing his own posture change, (somewhere along the lines after he'd started drinking, Bakugo had crossed one leg over the other in his normal slacker demeanor, that he looked equivalent to some high and mighty prince, sitting a top a throne. A marble statue, all muscle and grit.
Him sitting with that leg crossed gave off an air of authority, apparent that he was lost on his mind's map, just like an old portrait of royalty glancing to their kingdom.
Good thing his crystal goblet was on the table, and it was half empty already again, because Kasaya tipped the bottle as he had it, and poured it full. Just a plain gesture, harmless. Like opening a door for someone. He'd let him borrow a damn office supply, he could at least, while he had the wine, pour his full too.
Bakugo didn't notice at all until minutes later when he reached for it, and it was miraculously filled up.
He looked up to Mr. Gray Eyes, who had both elbows on the table now, staring at the silverware, then at his brother, noticing The Golden's busier traffic.
Just in the half hour, maybe forty minutes that they'd been here, the all the other dinner reservations had started to fill up, cramping the space.
Kasaya's mind on that damn waiter, who was obviously giving Hisashi all the fuckin' time in the goddamn world to socialize over there and whoop it up! That fucker! At this rate, he'd be too overcome with drink to even spar. Surely he knew that? With liquor, what self control did he have? He'd even refused an appetizer just so he could bathe in that sweet wine's richness longer.
"D'you?" It came across abnormal, but Bakugo wasn't the one that noticed his own slur-ish tone, it was Kasaya. Bakugo's vampire orbs motioned to his full glass, then up to that slender face for a response.
"Yeh." Kasaya, quietly affirmative. He snared Bakugo's glare, throat halting at the flashy splendor of his irises, so alpha male that it crippled his knees.
Lit like powerful firecrackers, orange and yellow islands in a vast, powerful sea of cinnamon, they sat still like they had a unique magic that could see through any resolve. But unlike earlier, they were glazed. For sure, Suki was on that brick road to drunk, but man, Kasaya shivered... the intensity, it just wouldn't leave.
That allure. Brisk.
Bakugo Katsuki was 'that' type. Why had that he not seen it?
Because of Bakugo's dark demeanor, usually baggy clothes... that hid it. Also, because Saya just... didn't look into him that richly, the room earlier was even kind of dim. Bakugo always flocked to the darkness.
But in the light, in tight fitting clothing (just his shirt), eyes risen? A whole different person arose from practically nowhere.
Bakugo Katsuki was a man that even the men would run into each other's backs over, and not just the gay one's.
'That' type.
It was rare: Where someone was SO DAMN HOT. So much, that by even sheer glance, people, no matter what sexual orientation or gender, would fuckin' crash over. On a level that sport's model agencies snatched. The type that people got nerve-wrecked to even smash one word out too.
Saya's head was pacing into territory that it shouldn't. But he was too overcome with the drink to stop.
Without a doubt, this dirty ash blonde, hair razored all over the fuckin' place, sharp chin, scrutinizing in glare, and now, with a short chain hanging out of his black v-neck, the pendant a cross, especially when paired with his beyond masculine form, every fiber of his torso in place, Saya admitted, he was a drop-dead heart throb.
A ripping, gripping, fireball. A killer of a man.
If he'd just look up from the cement he walked on everyday, any woman would easily fall down at his feet, even if he was scowling to all hell!
Menacing was his everyday 'look'. He wondered if that ran the women off?
Kasaya didn't want to speak, still trying to keep his mouth shut as much as possible. He knew it was starting to feel a bit loosey-goosey.
That was getting dangerous especially with the current thought. 'Stupid.' It was the situation he hated more than anything, normally this wouldn't be an issue if he was alone and drinking a ton. Alone meant alone. Alone. And when he was exposed to this much free stuff, the no self-control alcoholic that he knew he was, if around people... mouth-running, it'd happen.
A waiter came by, the same one from earlier that had brought the wine.
Both seventeen year-olds looked up, breaking the intent glares one each other, saving Kasaya from that state, and erasing it.
He bowed. "Table 11 rented out the entire balcony for the remainder of the night. On Fridays, we're open until 11 pm, 1 am for cocktails. Satoko and the whole of Table 11 wish for your presence."
Kasaya instantly shot grr'ing glance across dining hall, seeing the older only partially amongst the busy room, rising and turning to him, his cheeks pinkish, no doubt a bit into the drink himself, to hold up a brand new ceramic vase of Sake, his hand motioning to follow, a huge retarded smile written all over his face.
Bakugo was speechless. 'Wha t'fuck?' The brother, outrageous in Bakugo's opinion. Outrageously social! He mumbled out not really having control over it as he slunk down the rest of the wine in his glass. "He'do this alot?"
He let his blue hair out of the bun, smoothing the wildness of it, a ramble back, not able to shut off a response: "You've no'idea." He turned to the waiter letting another grumble go, "Sp'ose, we got no'choice?"
The waiter nodded, bowing. "This table is now resolved and is due to be re-seated in twenty minutes."
Katsuki was floating in space, so the thought of air sounded good. He was hot all over.
Saya, not as far down the line as his table mate, because he was no lightweight, stood. "Fine." He handed the bottle up off the table to the waiter. "It comes wit'us."
The waiter took it nodding, and started walking gracefully across the dining room, Kasaya in tow, one hand fiddling with the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. The other didn't rise as fast.
Stopping the waiter, Kasaya turned and just looked over his shoulder. "Comin'?"