Just One More Glass

by Hazel Roses

After a rough week, Kirishima can't wait to hang out with his best friend. They'd even invited Uraraka over for food, movies, and good company. They'd grown close since she joined their agency, and her coming over more frequently to spend time with them had become normal. After way too much sake loosens their tongues, Kirishima realizes that he's crushing on Bakugou... and Uraraka.

Guess who is starting a third chapter story when she should be focusing on Vermillion and Conquered by Kings?! It's definitely me! In my defense, this is just three chapters, the third leading into the sexy goodness (as always, edited out to AO3) for Bakubabe's upcoming birthday. Dubious consent in this chapter because everyone is trashed, but it's just sexual tension and kissing here... but send me more drunk Bakushima fics. 😳Thank you, Bmarvels on AO3, as always, for being my ride or die in looking over my junk. ❤️

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Kirishima whistled to himself, two bottles of liquor in grocery bags swinging at his sides. After a grueling week of kicking ass and taking names, he finally got to relax with his best bro. Bakugou might argue that he was annoying, but Kirishima saw through his off-putting personality. His sharp tongue and harsh comments all stemmed from someone who craved human companionship but was too much of an emotionally confused dolt to figure it out. They'd been friends since U.A. when they were both aspiring heroes in training. Now at 25, Kirishima fought and clawed his way up to the number nine hero spot while Bakugou had just stolen the third. It was amazing how much they'd grown, the power they developed, and the closeness that came with all the hardships they dealt with in their youth.

Kirishima opened the garage door and kicked his shoes off. "Honey, I'm home!"

"You're a fucking idiot, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou yelled from the kitchen.

Kirishima chuckled and walked toward his voice. His mouth watered from the delicious scents wafting from the kitchen. Bakugou's cooking rivaled some of the best restaurants he'd ever visited, and he was making Kirishima's favorite: steak. Surprising because Bakugou gave him a hard time whenever he asked for it. Time to tease him about it.

Kirishima placed his spoils on the counter and started emptying the bags. "What are you making?"

"What's it look like, dumbass?!" Bakugou spat without turning around.

"Looks like ribeye steak with garlic dill butter," Kirishima continued. "Huh, funny. I'm the only guy who likes steak in this house."

"Then, obviously it's for you!" Bakugou flipped the steak, the meat sizzling in the pan. "You wouldn't shut the fuck up about it, so I made it. You beg like a fucking dog!"

"But I only asked once!" Kirishima whined while putting a six-pack and two bottles of alcohol in the fridge. "Didn't you say, 'cook your own steaks'?"

Bakugou huffed. "Yeah, well. You had a tough fucking week. Don't get used to it."

That week, a villain he responded to had killed a bus full of children before they could apprehend him. Just thinking about it made his chest ache, remembering the broken wails from the parents. Kirishima couldn't imagine the agony they'd carry for years to come. It had shattered him wondering if there was anything he could have done to save them. Maybe if he had moved faster, fought harder, or been a better team member instead of rushing off to fight, he could have saved them. Kirishima had locked himself in his room for two days after that mission. He had spent it sobbing, curled in a ball and wondering if he'd made a mistake pursuing a Pro Hero career. They couldn't save everyone, but when would losing people stop hurting so much? When would he learn how to process his feelings instead of wallowing in self-pity? On day two, Bakugou had stormed into his room, grabbed him by his stained shirt, and hauled him out.

"What the hell, man?!" Kirishima shouted. "Stop yanking me!"

"No!" Bakugou snarled back. "You smell like a fucking goat's nutsack and I know you haven't eaten!"

Bakugou had forced him in front of a plate steaming with fresh rice, broccoli, and a mountain amount of grilled chicken. At first, Kirishima had just stared at it, then lowered his head.

"I'm not hungry."

His stomach had growled in protest, making his cheeks flare bright red.

"You're a horrible liar, Eijiro," Bakugou commented. "Eat. You're getting in the shower next. I have to spray the whole damn kitchen because your stench is fucking everywhere!"

"Hey, that's not nice!"

Bakugou was a man of his word and had dragged him, almost kicking and screaming, into the bath. Bakugou then incinerated his clothes and ripped the remnants off before shoving him toward the filled tub.

"Dude, what the hell?!" he yelled, moving his hands to cover his privates.

"Tch, I don't want to see your baby dick," Bakugou taunted. "Get in."

Kirishima had shot him a wary glance before stepping into the warm water. With how large he'd grown since high school, Kirishima almost didn't fit in the tub. It would have been comical had it been under lighter circumstances. Bakugou had knelt next to him, coating a washcloth in soap. He'd started scrubbing him down while Kirishima said nothing. It was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life, but the swift kick in the ass that he needed. Others still depended on him, and Kirishima couldn't be there for them if he stayed locked away.

"Thanks, Katsuki," he whispered while Bakugou scrubbed his back.

"Someone has to act like your goddamn mom." Bakugo had stood and grabbed shampoo from the shower caddie, then squatted again. "I'm washing your hair next. It looks like a fucking rat's nest."

That moment, Kirishima's love for his best friend multiplied. He couldn't picture his life without Bakugou, even if he had to stand on the sidelines and watch him be happy with someone else. Even now, as Kirishima watched Bakugou place the steaks on a plate to rest, an adoring smile crossed his features. Damn, Kirishima had it bad. Him and the hundreds of others who drooled over their favorite hothead, Ground Zero. Kirishima's gaze fixated on the muscles shifting in Bakugou's arms as he opened the oven to pull out roasted potatoes. He set them on the stove next to a pan of steaming, grilled chicken.

Bakugou's physique was why Kirishima switched to the night shift for work. Bakugou always dragged him to the gym when they worked day shift together. Kirishima loved working out and sparring with Bakugou, but as his feelings grew, his body responded to their close combat. Kirishima had dropped a fifty-pound dumbbell on his head once because Bakugou took his shirt off. Despite the distraction, Kirishima remembered to use his quirk and broke the weight in half on his head. Bakugou had teased him relentlessly for it even though he refused to tell Bakugou what distracted him.

Kirishima blinked to rid him of the constant flow of Bakugou themed daydreams and walked over to the cabinets to pull out glasses.

"I got some sake!"

"If it's not Gekkeikan, it's shit," Bakugou deadpanned, turning to grab the plate of steaks and veggie pan and take it to the dining room table.

"You know I wouldn't get anything else!" Kirishima replied with a grin. "I got plum wine, too. Uraraka would like that."

"Don't give her more than a glass," Bakugou said, annoyance lacing his voice. "She can't handle her liquor."

"Neither can you."

"Fuck off!" Bakugou snapped. "Just because I'm not an alcoholic like you doesn't mean I can't handle my liquor!"

Laughter burst from Kirishima's chest. "Dude, are you serious?! The last time we went out to a bar, I had to carry you home! You had three shots and started hanging all over Uraraka! You kept yelling about how stupid Deku was for letting her go, then tried to fight another guy for walking too close to her. He was going to the bathroom!"

Bakugou's face flushed, and he refused to make eye contact. "Deku is a dumbass who didn't fucking deserve her."

"Yeah, but Deku is gay," Kirishima pointed out. "He's not attracted to any woman."

"Whatever," Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he returned to the kitchen for silverware. "Fix me some sake, Shitty Hair."

"I'm on it!"

Kirishima poured Bakugou's drink, then grabbed a beer for himself just as the doorbell rang. "I'll get it!"

Before he could take a step, Bakugou rushed past him while trying to appear uninterested. Kirishima chuckled and let him answer the door. Bakugou was still in denial about his feelings for Uraraka. He wasn't fooling anyone, no matter how hard or loud he tried to deny it.

Four months ago, Uraraka started working at their hero agency. She made herself well-known within the first month, and Kirishima was impressed by how far she'd come. Her offense was incredible. Uraraka never gave up, even when she was broken and bleeding.

She had continued her martial arts with Gun Head, but to everyone's surprise, Uraraka didn't choose his agency at first. Uraraka still hadn't revealed why she switched agencies, not that Kirishima hadn't tried to weasel it out of her. It piqued his curiosity from how she changed the subject. Maybe a little wine would help loosen her up enough to spill it.

"Uraraka!" Kirishima exclaimed, exiting the kitchen to greet her as she entered. He walked over to envelop the small woman in a hug.

"Hi, Kirishima!" she replied, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's good to see you!" She paused and glanced over at Bakugou. "It smells delicious in here! Did you cook?"

"Who the fuck else would cook around here?" Bakugou asked dryly while closing the door and traveling back to the kitchen.

Kirishima released her, and she handed her grocery bag to him so she could remove her boots and jacket. "We told you not to bring anything!"

"I know," Uraraka said with a smile, hanging her jacket on the coat hooks by the door. "It's just a thank you for being such awesome friends. I really appreciate you, boys."

"Aww, you're too sweet, Uraraka!" Kirishima opened the bag to find more sake. "Hell yeah! We might have enough for the next few hang out sessions."

Uraraka's eyes widened. "Do you already have alcohol?!"

"Won't hurt to have more! I'll even drink your sake first!"

"If it's not, Gekkeikan, I don't fucking want it!" Bakugou hollered from the kitchen.

"Oh, be quiet!" Uraraka snapped back. "I bet you haven't even tried the one I brought before!"

Kirishima chuckled, and when he reached the kitchen, he placed the bottle on the counter and searched the drawers for a bottle opener. "I bought plum wine for you, Uraraka."

"I love plum wine!" she gushed. "You're so thoughtful, Kirishima."

"He already has a big enough head," Bakugou said, a pot of rice in his hands. "Don't feed the fucking troll, Uraraka."

"Why do you pretend like you don't love me, Katsuki?!" Kirishima fake-sobbed.

Uraraka helped Bakugou set food and plates on the dining table while Kirishima fixed drinks for everyone. The table had enough food prepared to cover breakfast and lunch for tomorrow. Kirishima preferred non-breakfast foods for breakfast, anyway. Leftover steak and freshly boiled eggs still counted, right? They each took their seats and started fixing plates. Kirishima put two full steaks on his plate and loaded it with enough veggies to feed all three of them. Uraraka gaped as Kirishima digging into his plate.

"How do you eat so much?!" Uraraka exclaimed.

Kirishima shot her a toothy grin. "I'm a growing boy."

"You need to stop growing already!" She brushed her fingers through his crimson locks. "Let this keep growing, though. I like your hair longer."

"Oh, yeah?" he replied after he swallowed. "I've never had it past my shoulders before."

"Tch," Bakugou scoffed. "It looks better than the style you wore in high school. You looked like a porcupine's ass."

"Harsh," Kirishima chuckled. "That's his way of saying he liked it, though."

"Fuck you," Bakugou grumbled while stabbing at a potato.

"This is so good!" Uraraka moaned after taking a bite of her chicken. "How did you learn how to cook so well, Bakugou?"

"Practice," he replied, sarcasm lacing his voice, "Or, I don't fucking know, by following a goddamn recipe."

Uraraka frowned at him. "Learn how to accept compliments! Your attitude is why you don't have more friends."

"I have plenty of friends!" Bakugou argued.

"You have four: Kirishima, Denki, Mina, and Sero," Uraraka continued. She gave him a leveling gaze, then she blushed. "I think we could be great friends! Kirishima and I have gotten a lot closer since we started working together, and I wanna be closer to you, too."

For once, Bakugou remained silent. He cleared his throat and gulped down his glass of sake. Kirishima fixed the sake Uraraka brought and didn't tell Bakugou. He watched with a grin when Bakugou stared at the glass.

"That wasn't fucking Gekkeikan."

"Nope!" Kirishima sang. "I think you liked it from how easy you chugged it."

"It isn't shit," he replied.

Uraraka giggled. "Well, that's a start!"

After finishing their meals, Uraraka and Kirishima helped clean the table and they piled into the living room to watch a movie. About once a month they hung out together, but over the last two, it had become a weekly thing, sometimes ending with Uraraka spending the night. It was almost like she became their third roommate. She'd help clean and made sure to check on them before leaving. Kirishima appreciated that. When he was in his funk about the children, Uraraka understood because she had been there. The way she had cried with him as they sank to the ground outside their hero agency, her fingers gripping his hair for dear life and the other arm locked tight around his shoulders solidified what an amazing woman she was.

Not only was she caring and strong, but Uraraka was beautiful, too, and she didn't have to try. She wore no makeup, hair up in a messy ponytail, and still looked like a model on the cover of a magazine. Her plain navy-blue long-sleeved shirt and dark blue jeans complimented her toned form. Kirishima couldn't lie, he'd gotten sidetracked before while watching her workout at the gym, too. He couldn't go with her either because seeing her throw around heavy weights and demolishing a punching bag was an absolute turn on. Uraraka placed the bottles of sake and plum wine on the table as Bakugou set their glasses next to them.

"What do you fucks want to watch?" he drawled.

"MMA!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"We watch that shit all the time!" Bakugou argued. "Cheeks, what do you wanna watch?"

"Hmm," she pondered, reaching for her glass to fill it with plum wine. "I'm not picky! Um, pick what you like!"

Bakugou huffed, leaned forward, and fixed himself a glass of sake. Kirishima noticed it was Uraraka's sake he poured instead of the "superior" Gekkeikan sake. He watched his best friend chug it and frowned.

"You might wanna slow down, Katsuki," Kirishima warned. "You know you're very cuddly when you're obliterated."

"I will be just fucking fine, Shitty Hair," Bakugou snapped, reaching for his sake. "Let me fucking relax!"

Kirishima grinned and glanced at Uraraka sitting between them, cross-legged. He leaned over and gave her thigh a playful squeeze.

"You trying to get a little toasted too, Uraraka?!"

"Well, I don't have to work tomorrow," Uraraka began, then took a sip of her plum wine. She turned to face Kirishima. "Can I be honest?"

"Spit it out, Round Face," Bakugou said while searching through movies on Netflix.

"I'm..." she gave Kirishima a bright, beautiful smile that melted his heart. "I'm tipsy already!"

"What?!" Kirishima exclaimed. "You've only had one glass though!"

"You gave her a full fucking glass like it was grape juice!" Bakugou yelled. Kirishima studied him to see his eyes looked a little glazed. "She's fucking innocent, you ass! You shouldn't have given her that much!"

"Innocent?" Kirishima echoed with a laugh. "What the heck do innocence and drinking have in common?!"

"Everything."

Kirishima pinched the bridge of his nose. "That's not an answer."

Uraraka giggled and continued sipping her plum wine. "I feel safe with you guys, so yeah, let's live a little!"

"See? She's fun, Katsuki!" Kirishima poured himself some sake too and took a few deep gulps before getting comfy on the couch, "And tomorrow is supposed to be pretty cold, but we get to spend it off. We'll have to do something fun!"

"I hate winter and its stupid, frigid bullshit," Bakugou said irritably.

Uraraka leaned back too, pulling her legs underneath her to sit on them. "Um, you guys can call me Ochako, you know. I think we've been friends long enough."

"Hell yeah!" Kirishima replied. "Call me Eijiro, too, if you like!"

"I don't give a shit what you call me, as long as you talk to me," Bakugou grumbled.

Uraraka's head snapped to look at him. "Of course, I'll talk to you Katsuki!" She poked his cheek, squealing as he pretended to bite at her. "If you keep being mean, though, I might not!"

"I think you'll always talk to me," Bakugou continued, refilling his glass. "You fucking love having me around. Wouldn't be as interesting with just Shitty Hair."

"You should stop calling him Shitty Hair because Kir-I mean Eijiro's hair, is amazing!" Uraraka turned to Kirishima. "You have to tell me your hair routine!"

"Sure thing!" Kirishima promised. His face blanched when Bakugou chose a horror movie. "Wait, I don't want to watch something scary!"

"Too bad, she told me to choose," Bakugou replied.

He got up to dim the lights enough where they could still see their glasses as Ochako shot Kirishima a horrified stare. "I'm such a baby with horror movies!"

"Me, too!" Kirishima echoed, dread filling his being as Bakugou laughed.

He knew his best friend would pick some jump scare movie because he was a sadist. Bakugou would relish in their screams of terror; it fueled him. Kirishima took a few swigs of his drink and prepared for the worst. He hoped the buzz from the alcohol would calm him, but he wouldn't hold his breath. As the movie started, Uraraka scooted closer to him. Kirishima's eyes shifted over to her, but she wasn't looking at him. She stared at the screen; eyes wide. He felt her warmth seeping through his sweatpants and wondered if it was the sake making him stare at her longer than necessary. Uraraka was so beautiful, and he didn't understand why her love life seemed nonexistent. He might have to ask her.

The movie went silent, and both scared parties sank further into the couch. They knew the jump scare was coming, but it didn't matter. It never stopped the intensity of the moment once it happened. They watched the main character wash her face and study herself in the mirror. A demonic spirit had already been terrorizing her, and she looked haggard from fighting with it. She opened her medicine cabinet in search of anti-anxiety pills, and when she closed it, a demonic entity with a grotesque, elongated mouth lunged at her. Its clawed, black hands wrapped around the shrieking woman's throat, yanking her out of the bathroom and over the second story railing.

Wait, that wasn't the woman screaming; that was Kirishima. He and Uraraka reached for each other and he yanked her into his lap, burying his face in her shoulder.

"You're killing us, Katsuki!" Uraraka cried. "I'm not gonna make it through this movie!"

Bakugou roared with glee. "You two idiots are so fucking scared! Just wait until Halloween! I'm coming for both of you!"

"We're not possessed like you!" Kirishima argued. "You're a demon, so it wouldn't scare you!"

Bakugou snickered. "I'm your demon, though."

Kirishima realized Uraraka was still sitting in his lap, and his face flushed. "I'm sorry, Ochako! I didn't mean to grab you!"

"Um, it's okay, Eijiro," she breathed. "I think… I think like being this close to you."

"You do?" he questioned in disbelief. "Why?"

"O-oh!" she stuttered. "I-!"

"Shut up!" Bakugou ordered. "I can't hear anything with you two blabbing over there!" He studied them, noticing Kirishima and Uraraka's compromised position. "What the fuck?! Why are you guys so close?!"

"Because we're scared!" they shouted in unison.

"Tch, you weak fucks," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Aww, Katsuki, just tell us you want to cuddle, too!" Kirishima teased.

"I don't want your fucking hugs!"

"That's what someone who wants a hug would say," Uraraka laughed.

She reached for her glass, had another swig, and almost missed the table when she tried to put it back.

Bakugou eyed her wearily as she crawled over to him and leaned into his shoulder. "Better?"

He coughed. "Just watch the damn movie, Round Face!"

Uraraka moved her legs into Kirishima's lap, and he gave her calf a soft squeeze. Kirishima didn't know if it was the alcohol, or his brain wishing for things that weren't possible, but sitting on the couch like this with Uraraka nestled between them; it felt normal. He watched as Bakugou hooked his arm over the back of the couch and Uraraka cuddled more into his chest. They looked so adorable. Kirishima didn't get to focus on his friends for too long because he glanced at the TV just as another jump scare happened. Uraraka shrieked and jumped so hard, she kicked Kirishima under his chin.

"Ow!" he cried, hand flying up to his throbbing jaw. "You gotta keep those weapons under control! That was a good hit!"

"I'm so sorry, Eijiro!" she cried. "I didn't mean to!"

"Why didn't you use your hardening quirk, dumbass?" Bakugou asked, rolling his eyes.

"Because I wasn't expecting a foot to the face!" Kirishima snapped.

Uraraka tried to check on Kirishima, but Bakugou yanked her back up against him. "You stay put."

"But, Katsuki!"

"Stay put," he repeated.

"Sorry, Eijiro," Uraraka called to him with an apologetic look.

"He's such an attention whore when he's drunk," Kirishima huffed.

When the movie ended, Kirishima and Uraraka let out shaky breaths. During the calm moments of the movie, Kirishima and Uraraka snuck sips of their alcohol, which did nothing to lessen the severity of how scared shitless they were. Now they were all trashed.

"I'm so glad that's over!" Uraraka yelled. "Kirishima! I-I mean Eijiro, I miss you! Please come back!"

"You're drunk!" Kirishima accused while pointing a finger at her. He paused, then turned it on himself. "I'm drunk!"

Uraraka mimicked him, pointing a finger at both him and Bakugou. "You guys are both drunk!"

"Look, Ochako, just fucking look, okay?" Bakugou slurred, standing to his feet.

He swayed for a minute before catching his balance and heading over to the lights to turn them back on. They all groaned at the sudden intrusion of brightness. Kirishima's vision swam as he studied Uraraka again, and his thoughts returning to how stunning she was. Uraraka rested her head against the back of the couch, legs crossed with her bun messier than ever. Uraraka folded her arms behind her head, making her tank rise and give a glimpse of her skin. Kirishima's tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Wait, wasn't he into Bakugou?! Kirishima had never labeled his sexuality. He liked hot, funny, passionate people. It never occurred to him to pick a gender. Still, he thought he was monogamous at least. Was he so fickle that when he was drunk, he'd start fantasizing about Uraraka?! What the hell was wrong with him?! Asking her about her relationship status would take his mind off his wandering thoughts.

"So!" Kirishima began. "Tell me why you're single, Ochako."

"Because no man is fucking good enough for her!" Bakugou plopped back down on the couch, and toppled over into her lap, his arms draping over her legs. Uraraka yelped in surprise.

"You're comfy," Bakugou said, nuzzling her legs.

"Who would have thought you'd be a cuddly drunk!" Uraraka laughed way too loud. "He never lets anyone touch him! Well, except Eijiro!"

"What can I say, I'm his favorite!" Kirishima focused his attention back on Uraraka and ignored Bakugou's explicit reply. "So, spill it. I wanna know why you came to our agency, too."

Uraraka exhaled, one hand going to Bakugou's hair. She raked her fingers through his unruly locks, and he melted on top of her legs. Kirishima swore he heard him purring.

"I had a terrible experience with my supervisor there," she began. "He kept giving me missions that weren't for Pro Heroes. He liked to give me community service missions like working at soup kitchens or helping the elderly do their grocery shopping. They weren't even tasks that my section of the agency handled!"

Uraraka continued massaging Bakugou's scalp to his satisfaction.

"Fuck, don't stop," he muttered, which made her and Kirishima chuckle.

"I pulled him aside and asked why. You won't believe what that jerk said!" She paused, trying to remember what happened next with an intoxicated brain. Her face lit up when she remembered. "Oh, yeah, he said simpler support missions suited me better!"

"That's bullshit!" Bakugou cut in. "Has that fuck dick ever seen you fight before?! You've tossed my ass more times than I'll admit to anyone!"

"Thank you, Katsuki," Uraraka replied with a smile. "Anyway, I told him off and left! It became a gigantic mess and although the guy got fired, I just couldn't stay there. Everyone knew about what happened. I never told you guys because…" Her voice sounded strained. "I thought he was right…"

Bakugou shot up and gripped her face with both hands. "You l-listens, listen to me, Ochako! Neverlet some asshole tell you what you're capable of, you hear me?!"

She nodded her head so fast; it was comical.

"Hahh?!" Bakugou bellowed, squishing her cheeks. "Can't fucking hear you!"

"Okay!" she squeaked; her words muffled from Bakugou squeezing her face.

Bakugou nodded and released her. He returned his head to her lap and closed his eyes.

"You're a badass," Kirishima reassured. "You're definitely better with us because we know how strong you are!"

"I think you're right. Thank you, guys." Ochako gave them a big, squinty-eyed smile and tossed her hands in the air. "So that's the story!"

Bakugou searched for her hand and returned it to his head.

"Answer Eijiro's other question, Cheeks."

"O-oh!" she sputtered. "I've had a boyfriend before, but it didn't work out!"

"How long ago was that?" Kirishima asked.

"Who was he?" Bakugou growled.

"It doesn't matter!" she blurted out. "Plus, I'm kind of confused about romance right now. I don't know if I could handle a relationship."

Just then, Kirishima remembered her comment from earlier. "I get it, but what did you mean when you said you like being close to me?" He slid closer to her with a sly, drunken grin. "Think I'm cute?!"

"Yes," Uraraka answered, then turned the color of a tomato once she realized what she said. "I-I mean, yes, you're very handsome, Eijiro! I mean, who wouldn't have noticed?! You've gotten so tall and you're muscular like an Olympic weightlifter, not to mention that bright red mane you've grown!"

Kirishima stared at her, almost slack-jawed. He meant his comment as a joke to rile her up! His heart pounded in his chest from her confession, and he was almost lost for words… almost.

"Really?! You think that about me?!" Kirishima questioned with a wide grin. "You sure that's not the alcohol talking? You got sake goggles on, Ochako?!"

She giggled. "I think the sake gave me the courage I needed. Yay, sake!" She tapped a finger to her chin. "You know, I always thought you were gay, though. I thought you liked Katsuki."

Kirishima choked, on what, he didn't know. Leave it to drunk Uraraka to spill his darkest secret. Well, apparently, he wasn't good at keeping secrets. If Uraraka noticed, others did, too… fuck.

"I-I," he stuttered, face feeling hot. "I didn't say that! Katsuki's my best friend! You can't like your best friend that way!"

"Have you fucking looked at me?" Bakugou responded. "I'm fucking sexy."

"Katsuki is hot," Uraraka agreed, less flustered than when she spilled her thoughts about Kirishima. "Both of you are great looking men."

Bakugou sat up and grasped Uraraka's chin.

"You're sexy yourself, Cheeks."

Bakugou turned to give Kirishima a half-lidded stare, eyes bloodshot. He climbed over Uraraka and trapped Kirishima in the couch's corner. Holy shit, he was so close! Kirishima could smell the familiar scent of nitroglycerin permeating off his skin. Kirishima thought his heart would burst, and he went into shock when Bakugou leaned close to his ear.

"No one's good enough for you," Bakugou whispered. "You fucking hear me. You're too fucking good, Eijiro. I'll murder anyone you try to date."

"Is that why you scared off that one guy?!" Kirishima demanded. "I kind of liked him!"

"I want to know that story!" Uraraka quipped.

"Fuck that guy," Bakugou said with no remorse. "You're mine."

His?! Kirishima thought his brain would short circuit. It had to be the alcohol, right?! Bakugou was claiming him! Was it a platonic claim, like "I won't let you have other friends"? Or was it romantically? Either way had Kirishima reeling. This had to be a dream, right?!

"What do you mean yours?!" Uraraka pouted.

Bakugou didn't turn to look at her. "You're mine, too, Cheeks."

"What?!"

"You're not fucking deaf!" Bakugou snapped. "I said both you idiots belong to me!"

Bakugou leaned down and dragged his tongue up the side of Kirishima's neck. His hands shot out to grip Bakugou's wrists. Kirishima's cock lengthened in his sweats, and feeling as sharp as lightning forked through his body. He couldn't stifle the moan that escaped his lips. Fuck, he hoped they didn't hear it.

"Did you just moan?!" Uraraka asked, her eyes wide.

"N-no!" Kirishima stammered.

"Yeah, he did," Bakugou interrupted. "It was fucking hot, huh, Ochako?"

"It kind of was," she whispered.

What the hell was happening?! Kirishima's mind ran a thousand miles an hour. This couldn't be right! They were all drunk. None of them were in the right mind to take things to the next level!

"Wait!" Kirishima placed a hand on Bakugou's chest, stopping him from moving close again. "We shouldn't do doing this! We're drunk! Katsuki, you don't even like me that way." Kirishima bit his lip and glanced away. "I… I do like you, okay? I can't handle this being a mistake for-!"

Bakugou silenced him by pressing his lips against Kirishima's, cutting off his train of thought. Kirishima froze, unsure what to do. The right thing was to push him off and cut tonight's hang out session because it had gotten out of hand. His heart fought for Katsuki's touch while his brain argued that if he let him continue, Kirishima may lose his best friend. With resolve, Kirishima shoved Bakugou off him.

"Stop," Kirishima ordered. "You don't wanna do this, Katsuki."

"Yes, the fuck I do!"

Kirishima blinked owlishly.

"No… you're not attracted to guys!"

"Who told you that shit?!" Bakugou demanded.

"What?! You always bring home women!" Kirishima pointed at Uraraka, who had been watching their encounter. "I thought you were after sweet Ochako here!"

Bakugou glared at him, wrapped a hand behind his neck, and pulled him in close. "Did you not hear me say you're both mine?! Get fucking used to it!"

Uraraka and Kirishima made eye contact, then stared at Bakugou, who turned to face Uraraka.

"Does that mean you like Eijiro? Like you're attracted to him?" Uraraka asked.

"Yes, dammit!"

"As more than a friend?" Kirishima added.

"Isn't that what the fuck I said?!" Bakugou seethed.

Uraraka's eyebrows furrowed. "And you like me too?!"

Bakugou let out an exaggerated growl and rubbed his temples.

"Why is that so fucking confusing?!" he barked.

Uraraka ignored his outburst and looked at Kirishima again. "And I like you… and…" Uraraka squealed and hid her face in her hands. "This isn't happening!"

"I'm drunk and confused," Kirishima said, his words thick on his tongue.

"Right, right, we're drunk!" Uraraka replied, laughing again.

It seemed she was the "giggle drunk". Bakugou was living up to his tipsy cuddling ways, hooking an arm around Uraraka's neck and pulling her to his chest as he fell back onto the couch.

"Katsuki!" she chided. "I think Kirishima's right! We should wait until we're sober to talk about this!"

"You wanna kiss me, Cheeks?" Bakugou murmured to her, fingers sliding into the baby hairs on the back of her neck.

They locked eyes, and after a heavy pause, she whispered, "Yes."

Bakugou leaned into her a second later, demanding and passionate, just like he was in every aspect of his life. Bakugou pulled her half on top of him as they kissed, and although he tried to increase the intensity, Ochako wouldn't let him. Their kiss was sloppy at first until Bakugou matched her pace, their mouths working in unison like it was the hundredth time they kissed, not the first. Kirishima couldn't believe how hot it was. Even though they seemed lost in their own world, Kirishima didn't feel left out. He got to witness it, art and heat blossoming between them.

Uraraka pulled away from Bakugou. She giggled again; the sound reverberating in his chest. He froze when she motioned for him to come over. Kirishima glanced at Bakugou, who was biting his bottom lip and grinning, his arm wrapped around Uraraka's waist, fingers teasing the waistband of her pants. Shit, he was so gorgeous. The object of his lust for years wanted him, too. Kirishima didn't think it was smart to keep going, but the alcohol fuzzed his decision-making abilities. His hard on also had stolen blood flow from his brain. Kirishima got up and knelt next to Bakugou and Uraraka, first leaning down to capture Bakugou's lips. He tried taking over the kiss, just like he had with Uraraka, and Kirishima let him, relishing the taste of sake lacing his tongue. Bakugou reached up to tangle his hand into Kirishima's shoulder-length locks, forcing him closer.

"Hmm," Bakugou mumbled as he pulled away. "I want you, Eijiro."

"You want me?" Kirishima breathed, pressing his forehead against Bakugou's. "Say it again."

"I fucking want you," he said with more conviction, more passion. "I've always wanted you, you idiot."

"Fuck," Kirishima moaned, dropping back down to kiss him again.

Kirishima released Bakugou to cup Uraraka's face. He couldn't lie to himself; he wanted her too. Kirishima pulled her to him and pressed his lips against hers. Uraraka melted into him, her small hands gripping his forearms. Their kiss was sensual, with a burning passion he hadn't realized he held for her. Uraraka's form was softer compared to Bakugou's rock hard physique. Her breasts pressing into his chest almost made him lose his mind. Kirishima wanted to kiss, lick, and suck every beautiful inch of her, and then he wanted to do the same to Bakugou.

Kirishima pulled away, giving her another quick peck on the lips. "That was so hot!"

"I think so too," Uraraka said bashfully, her skin flushed down her neck. She sat back and Bakugou pulled her down onto his chest once more. "We definitely have to talk about this later."

"Later," Bakugou grumbled, eyes closed.

Kirishima got to his feet, head swimming. He was on cloud nine, although the way his stomach was flipping. All the excitement, alcohol, and a crazy amount of steak, was about to make him hurl. Kirishima stumbled to the bathroom and shut the door, placing his hands on the sink as he willed his nausea away. After splashing some cold water on his face, Kirishima stood straight and studied himself through bleary eyes in the mirror. The alcohol left his face flushed, but it wasn't all to blame. Holy hell, he'd just made out with Bakugou and Uraraka!

He used the restroom and returned to the living room to find them passed out. Ochako rested on Bakugou's chest with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. Her fists were curled next to her face, mouth agape, and a soft snore escaping her lips. Kirishima chuckled and went to the hall closet to pull a blanket from it, covering them and turning out the light. He turned on the fan, knowing Bakugou couldn't sleep without it. After struggling to pour water into glasses, almost tripping on the carpet, Kirishima placed the glasses on the living room table with a clunk, ignoring the empty sake bottles. He trudged over to the other couch and yanked his shirt off, falling onto it, and pulling a pillow underneath his head. What an amazing end to a shitty week.