~ Izuku's Pov:~
When Izuku awoke the next day, his throat tightened and he felt himself salivating, his gut turning. He shot up and gasped, falling off of his bed. He scrambled to his feet, kicking whatever was on the ground and rushed out of the dorms. He was going to puke. His eyes hurt from the lighting and he had a massive headache due to the drinking last night but it was normal.
He ran into the kitchen feeling lightheaded. He felt eyes on him as he rushed through the kitchen and barged in the bathroom, vomiting on the ground a bit before making it to the toilet. He gagged. What felt like hours, he knew it was minutes but he was already itching to drink.
Goddamn it.
Izuku doesn't blackout when he drinks. Even when he fast drinks many different other drinks at the same time, he would never blackout. He's never puked because of alcohol, he's never really had much of hangovers before, but there's always first for everything. As Izuku slowly pieced of what had happened the previous night, he felt tense.
They know.
He knows.
What are they going to plan? What are they going to do? Tell the others? Maybe not Bakugo, but Kirishima would probably try and convince Bakugo to talk to Aizawa about this. Maybe that's already happened. What time was it?
"Izuku?"
He didn't want to open his eyes and face what was going to happen. Even if it's not gonna go the way he was imagining in his head, he knew that either way he would have a lecture or visible concern from Bakugo and Kirishima and that was one of the things he hated.
Sighing of relief, Izuku laid his head on the toilet and reached blindly up to the knob and flushed the toilet. His eyes were closed and for quite some time, he sat there, hunched in a ball against the wall and the toilet as he could smell the left over's he ate two days ago.
"Oi, Izuku."
Affection.
He hated emotion in general. Groaning, he felt as if he didn't have a choice but to face this head-on. He hated life. Couldn't everyone just leave him alone?
"Oi, Izuku."
No, go away.
There was an exaggerated sigh. "Get your ass up, we're taking you to bed."
We're? Who the fuck is we?
He felt arms on him suddenly lifting him. He frowned and opened his eyes slightly. He was still a bit drunk.
"What-" He groaned and sighed softly as he opened his eyes slightly to see Kirishima by the door and Bakugo inside the bathroom with Izuku himself, helping him to his feet.
That's who.
Growling, Izuku shoved Bakugo back and scoffed, bumping into the wall beside the toilet. "I don't need your fucking help." Izuku snapped groggily. He gasped silently and clutched his head, sliding a bit towards the sink beside the toilet and almost fell if Bakugo hadn't been there.
"Clearly." He snapped back, with the same amount of attitude he got from his childhood friend. Kaksuki grabbed the green-haired boy's left arm and hoisted him up, wrapping the arm around his neck as he helped the drunk out of the bathroom.
But he wasn't a drunk in different eyes.
"Oh bite me." Izuku slurred, rolling his eyes as they made their way into the kitchen. He heard the talk between a couple of his classmates stop. He felt their frowns and shocked expressions. Izuku turned his head towards them and glared. He opened his mouth with a smirk but before he could say anything, Bakugo growled.
"Shut up."
"Make me." Came his reply.
Though Bakugo was trying not to explode out of anger and Kirishima luring behind them like a big ball of anxiety, Izuku had a smug look on his face, barely serious about the situation at all. Everything was passing them with a blur.
It pissed Bakugo more off than normal. The next thing Deku knew, he was being thrown into his bed. He laughed, falling onto it. Bakugo stepped into his room and waited until Kirishima was in before shutting the door.
"You think this is fucking funny?" Bakugo shouted, turning his body towards Midoriya, letting go of the knob before crossing his arms over his chest. He snapped his jaw at Izuku and walked over to the drunk, towering over him from his left side. Kaksuki glowered at Izuku, his eyes going back and forth, trying to focus on one. "You've been caught drinking. If we tell the teachers and the principal, you could get kicked out for possession of drug abuse and self-harm!" His thoughts flashed back to the bruises he saw on him.
Izuku giggled. His smile grew and he covered his mouth with his hand, but he didn't stop. Bakugo frowned and stepped back, standing up straight as he looked over at Kirishima who looked just as confused as Bakugo felt himself.
Why was he laughing and giggling like a manic?
Bakugo rolled his eyes and waited for the laughing and giggling to die down. Once it did, he tried again. "Why were you laughing in a serious situation like this one?"
Izuku didn't answer.
"Izuku."
No answer.
"Jesus fuck, Deku!" Bakugo rose his voice. He's trying to help here for god's sake and he's being useless as a fucking pole! "I'm sure as hell not talking to a fucking wall! You might not think this is serious, but I thought you were better than some drunk ass teenager who would rather try than become what his mother brought him up to be!"
Bakugo inhaled a shaky breath and turned away towards the door, combing his shaky hand through his hair. Izuku continued to lay on his bed and for a minute Kirishima thought that maybe he was sleeping, but he wasn't.
"Get out." Izuku breathed. Bakugo turned around to see Izuku raising his arm and putting it on his face, hiding his expressions.
"What?"
"I said-" Izuku sat up, his bangs covering his eyes, but the two of them could clearly see the tears and the shaking. "GET OUT!" He screamed louder than Bakugo had. He rose to his feet, the hoodie he was wearing was covering the cuts on his arms. "Get out, get out, GET OUT!" He screeched, walking towards Bakugo and shoving him.
Bakugo stumbled backwards but didn't fall. His face retorted into confusion. "Izu-"
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY DORM ROOM!" Izuku continued to yell at the top of his lungs, his hands shaking violently. He gasped out sobs, trying to stop them by whipping them, but it didn't help. He slapped Bakugo's chest multiple times, grasping the door handle and opening the door. "I don't fucking need you and I don't want you looking after my fucking ass!" He continued to scream, shoving him out of his own room. "I didn't ask you to take care of me, so just stop acting like you're my friend and go the fuck away!"
By the time Bakugo had himself out of the dorm room, there were their classmates peering over from the kitchen with confused expressions. He winced when Kirishima was pushed outside and the door slammed. He heard a lock and he knew there was no way to get to him now.
