After one too many drinks, Midoriya Izuku realizes just how gorgeous everyone around him is.

Except for the ash-blond cook that keeps yelling at him. What the heck is his problem? Izuku is only enjoying a drink and waiting for food. Whatever! The guy kind of reminds him of an old classmate in high school. Isn't he a superhero or something? Did Kacchan become an accountant? Thinking too much about it makes Izuku's head spin.

Ah, at last a red-head waiter yells at the blond, "Baku-bro, you're scaring the customers."

The man pauses from beating an already dead pork chop. "If they're so scared, why are they still here?!"

"Ash-blond, piercing red-eyes, and an explosive personality. Oh, so you're definitely Kacchan."

"Shit, how much did you drink before coming here, Deku?"

"Shut. Shush your face, Kacchan! Too loud!" Izuku lifts his index finger to shush the guy, little does he know that he's pointing at the red-head, Kirishima, who grins and shakes his head.

"No, you. You've been speaking your thoughts without muttering. So shut the hell up!" Katsuki resumes beating one boneless pork chop.

Once it looks thinner, he places it on a clean plate. Katsuki doesn't bother to look up at the drunken idiot and growls, "Remember that I'm still making your Katsudon so don't pass out." Katsuki gathers a bowl of pepper and salt. Then he sprinkles it on the pork chop. Dust an even coating of flour on it. Katsuki continues making the broccoli boy's Katsudon, ignoring his ramblings.

Whenever Izuku is intoxicated, his normal tendencies are amplified by a thousand, all but the muttering part. He's no longer muttering; he's just spewing out nonsense in clear sentences.

A plate of Katsudon is pushed onto the counter in front of Izuku.

Izuku giggles and claps his hands, "Thanks! I'm gonna be king of the pirates!"

Katsuki shakes his head and disinfects the kitchen area with natural cleaning products.

A half-white and half-red haired man sits down on a stool next to Izuku. He clears his throat.

Katsuki asks him, "What'll it be for you, half-and-half? The usual?" Cold soba for the cold bastard. Ugh.

The man nods and glances briefly at Izuku. Not registering who it is.

Izuku turns his head, his mouth full of pork chops. Half-and-half, long time crush ever since high school, Todoroki Shoto! Izuku's face starts to burn, and he finishes chewing and gulps. "I-I'm Miduku Izoriya."

"That's not your name, shitty nerd!"

Izuku blinks, confused, "What is my name then? Did I say my name wrong?"

Shoto deadpans at Bakugo Katsuki, then smiles at Izuku, "Hello again, Miduku Izoriya."

Surprised by being acknowledged, Izuku drops his chopsticks on the floor. He looks down at the chopsticks and sobs.

"Use a damn spoon!" Katsuki growls and throws a spoon at him. Shoto catches it before it hits the floor.

The sobbing drunk sputters, "N-No, Kacchan! I can't just use a spoon with Katsudon! It just…"

Shoto sighs and hands him the spoon, Has he always been this emotional?

Izuku takes Shoto's hand hostage.

Katsuki just exhales and rolls his eyes, Just go home together already.

Izuku looks at their hands and gasps. He releases his grip on Shoto's hand.

Kirishima spots the new customer and nearly jumps when he sees the look on Bakugo Katsuki's face; tired with a hint of… loneliness? Why would Baku-bro be lonely? He's got the manliest boyfriend in the entire world. Kirishima scans the surrounding room; no one needs anything, they've handled all tables. The customers are mostly old high school classmates and a fuming blond businessman in a three piece suit glaring at a jar. Kirishima squints. A marimo? This guy wants to kill a marimo. What the hell?

Kirishima nods and heads toward the kitchen area, pushing that strange sight out the window.

Katsuki almost stabs Kirishima in the stomach. Always knock before coming into someone's kitchen, even if there's no door. Kirishima laughs and pats Katsuki on the back, gaining a growl from the cooking man.

Kirishima crosses his arms and asks, "Whatcha making?"

Katsuki rubs sweat from his forehead with the front of his hand and sighs, "Cold soba for the half-and-half bastard."

Kirishima smiles, "Oh… Then why are you sweating if it's cold soba?"

"Idiot. I have to boil it!"

Kirishima leaves a soft manly kiss on Katsuki's cheek. Katsuki turns his head to face Kirishima. The two share a brief kiss. Katsuki swats at the air to tell Kirishima to back off for a second.

Todoroki Shoto clears his throat, "Hello, Kirishima Eijiro."

Kirishima beams at the stoic man before him, "Hey, Todoroki-bro!" He looks back at Katsuki's progress on the man's dinner. He whispers, "Are you almost done?"

With his back turned to Kirishima, Katsuki says over his shoulder, "Yeah, just finishing up the dipping sauce."

Kirishima grins, "Good, good." He looks at Shoto. "Dinner will be ready soon." That kinda sounded like we're all just a big family. Kirishima's grin widens. Baku-bro is mamma! Kirishima sucks in a breath and tries not to laugh at the thought.

A teary-eyed Midoriya Izuku looks up at him from a plate of Katsudon, "Are you laughing at me, Kirishi?"

"Kirishi? How drunk are you, Midoriya-kun?" Kirishima shakes his head. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Izuku belches a loud burp and giggles, "Cocaine."

"Wha- What no!"

That causes even Todoroki Shoto to crack a smile while everyone else nearly passes out from laughter.

Kirishima stops laughing and wipes a tear from his eye, "No. I am not holding up cocaine!"

Finishing the last bite on his plate, Izuku slumps over and falls asleep on Shoto's shoulder. Shoto smiles and Kirishima hands him the bill. Half of the bill is alcohol. Not really surprising, though Shoto wishes someone had put a limit on the green-haired man's alcohol intake.

Kirishima whispers, "Do you need help getting him home?"

"No. Thanks, though." Shoto hands him the amount needed and smiles.

"Thanks for stopping by. Come again, bro!"

Shoto nods and waves at Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugo Katsuki, "See you around."

After watching Shoto pick up Midoriya Izuku, carrying him as if he were a delicate princess, Kirishima lets out a sigh of relief and stretches his arms, "Finally! They're finally getting together."

"Shush." Katsuki punches Kirishima in the arm.

"Make me!" Kirishima grins and pokes Katsuki in the chest.

Katsuki blushes and leans in for a soft kiss. Strange, they'd usually be passionate.

"Are you feeling sentimental?"

Katsuki bonks Kirishima on the head and growls, "No. Who would be, idiot?!"

Kirishima laughs, "Heh. You're the idiot." Am I sleeping on the couch tonight?! Kirishima frets.