Well into the night

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As they walked towards the bar things had gotten awkward. He had not uttered a word as they rode with a uber to the place or now that were sitting in a booth waiting for their food. He had become stiff and refused to start the conversation preferring to keep his eyes down or on his phone. She had not been much better as she sat across him , staring at the window for some reprieve from the ever-building tension. Her mind raced as she tried to come up with a way to dispel this atmosphere and it didn't help that he had dressed up for her, well maybe not for her but she was allowed to dream yes? His hair had been tamed and brought down and his fringe had reached just a little beyond his eyebrows. He had a black shirt and light blue faded skinny jeans that had rips across his knees, matched with a pair of black sneakers. This was all in her line of vision and made her curious about what he might look like under those clothes as the shirt strained slightly across his chest and arms but as soon as her thoughts trailed , she vanquished them in an attempt to not blush suddenly without cause.

"So…do you know anything about this place?" she tried while munching on her burger. He looks up at her in surprise that she decided to try and break the silence.

"No," he answered the booth felt more constricted than before she huffed dramatically to get his attention however he made no attempt to acknowledge her.

"I have to pee," she announces as she leaves her seat , him grunting in acknowledgment as he devoured his burger before him, she smiled at the sight. It had been a good idea to eat first, she thought especially since she is a complete light weight and considering she was just about to six shots of tequila for them. Maybe this would help loosen them both, it was her last-ditch attempt at fixing the atmosphere and there was no way she was going into a club sober. Her dancing skills…were not the best and if she was going to embarrass herself, she would not be doing it sober.

Her smile was bright and excessively wide as she looked over at him and just as he was about to question her, three shot glasses appeared in front of him. As the waiter place her own three shots down, he looked at with a nearly manic smile as if he was accepting a challenge… She frowned at the thought and realized that is exactly what it would look like to someone like him. She physically shivered at the idea of trying to out drink a manic Bakugo , out drinking anyone seemed like a stretch for her . But he seemed so excited at the challenge and she couldn't help but play along.

"Not backing out are you Zombie?" he taunted her as he saw her frown. She shook her head slightly and smiled a little wobbly from nerves before speaking

"Never," she replied as she put her hand around the first glass starting the nights events with a burning throat and fuzzy mind.

By the time they got into the club the music vibrated her bones and the flashing lights added to the dream like state she was in. After the shots , Bakugou insisted on rum for the road before they rode to the club and she had stupidly agreed. The place had been buzzing some couples off in the corner making out not caring who saw , alcohol it was a hell of a creation she thought stupidly as the place was packed with people constantly bumping into each other or grinding into the air. But overall the place was decent the music had sent thrills into her as she began to sway off beat to the music. Somehow, she had lost her date in the mass of bodies, or was it that he was off buying her drinks? She was not completely sure. But when a cider had been thrusted into her hands and her eyes met blonde locks she sighed in relief.

His eyes seemed slightly glazed over as he made his way behind her his one hand gripped on her waist and the other held his cider as he took a sip. She realized he had pulled her completely against him nothing left between them besides their clothes that had seemed like it should have been more freeing than it was already was. Heat collected in his palms and it felt like he was burning his hand onto her waist. Slowly he corrected her sway taking control of her body him towering over her imposing his will on her very being. However, she did not feel stifled but rather safe in the space he created for them. His hot breath on her neck and burning palm left her tongue numb as she followed him into the beat of the pounding music.

Suddenly he turns her around and his leaning into her seeking permission for something she could only hope for but then he reaffirms her thoughts when he speaks.

"Is this okay? Are you okay?" he asks all seriousness in his voice as he steps slightly back from her form to allow her to breathe. She nods dumbly closing her eyes waiting for his touch , his lips to reach hers and when it doesn't land, she opens her eyes one at time afraid of what she might see as she suddenly feels very sober.

His smirking at her once pouted lips and her heart drops , was he just playing her ? Teasing her for obvious crush on him? Would he be that cruel ?

"Don't look so down Zombie, I take that from you when we are both sober," He reassures her and her heart races at his kindness and the realization that this had not been as one-sided as she thought.

She doesn't remember traveling back home completely she remembers bits and pieces like the smell of leather on the car seats and the flashes of streetlights that zoom pass her in never ending line. She remembers falling over in a familiar bed that wasn't hers but his, she remembers him taking to the floor and her pulling and nagging him to share the bed. And the last thing she can remembers is that she is in shorts and a top that is too big for her.