There's drinking and depression down there, bud.

Chapter 11

Tableware clattered as the trio cleared the table. The sweet aromas of food lingering after the meal. If life could be so calm and perfect everyday, forever, Midoriya thought. The sun had set with night claiming the skies, moonlight nagging at the windows with a milky white hue. A large bottle sat upon the table, it's swirling red liquid quickly encompassing the area inside the glasses which drew near.

A loving embrace from each man as they talked, couch cushions swallowing them with comfort. The words fogged the emerald's head as he sipped the wine. Glass clanked against his teeth with each draw of the substance, he was beginning to learn that everytime he indulged in alcohol- he indulged in the stuff. Unsure of any actual diagnosis to a problem and unsure if his boyfriend's were aware.

When did this start.. He began to mumble quietly to himself.

When did I start running from things, from perfect things. He could feel his eyes burn, the other men oblivious in conversation.

Why do I keep having that same nightmare.. He paused and focused on his surroundings. He wouldn't let this muttering get the best of him, things were fine. He was fine.

Soft padding towards the dining room was barely audible, the moonlighted bottle resting on the table looked like a gift as the ivory surrounded the item. Once more the velvety red liquid coated a thinly stemmed glass. No one was around to see the hand snaking around the stem of the bottle, stealing it's contents for itself as a quiet chugging began.

Satisfied with the amount that he had sneakily downed, Midoriya couldn't feel any shame for giving into his urge as the alcohol began to coat his mind with a haze. A quiet shuffle back to the amenity of the couch and with that he began to slowly consume another glass. A charming duo seated next to him still discussing future shows and trying to plan signings, meetings. They smiled at one another occasionally, the meek glow of a single lamp illuminating their faces. He could be alone with his thoughts and this drink.

That nightmare. It's like.. His eyes focusing on the ceiling fan as it spun, and spun, and spun.

I can't control anything. Was it spinning faster?

I can't.. Everything could.. Dusky green eyes stared above with a deep sip.

Everything could crumble like that. A sigh.

Concerned eyes found a clouded Midoriya, a clink as the glass took refuge on the table. The warmth of those arms didn't stir the troubled man, his field of vision locked ahead at the slit between two curtains. The fuzzy white light begging to be seen. Another hand tugged at the scarred face, pieces of 'give him some space' breaking into the greenite's ear.

"I'm," Shaggy green hair stood, grabbing a jacket near the door. His eyes burning once more though he never broke the staring contest with the door. "I'm going for a walk."

The door quickly closing before anyone could interject. Confused and worried, Todoroki wanted to stand and follow. Bakugo reminding him that Midoriya was probably fine, he only had two glasses of wine, and it was a nice night. An eased gulp of their drinks as they took in the new home once more, together.

The emerald silently gasping at the ground beyond the door still, he shook his head.

Why am I so worried. Hands rummaging in his pocket, the air whirring around him. The contents of his hasty drinking settling into his bloodstream.

Why would it even crumble. Shaking, he stepped towards the car with a key in hand. He held it tightly as he looked up for the cloudy glow again.

Why does it hurt and it hasn't happened. A hand resting on the door, tears staining the shirt of the trembling man.

Inside, the two recounted their recent show. The taller man suggesting they grab another glass while they wait for Midoriya. He was met with a nod, a calm expression following him further toward the kitchen. Rough hands gripped the bottle, still paying attention to his boyfriend as he poured.

"It's.. empty?" Mismatched eyes stitching together the evening so far.

"Fuckin Deku, y'know he has no patience about it." His head shaking as he headed toward a cabinet.

Tan digits searched in the wooden cave before acquiring a new bottle of ruby red for the night. A slight thud as it was placed on the table, cork popped. The frost and crimson man flipping a switch, light flooded into the room. Hands moved patiently to pour the running liquid once more. A monotone voice asking for details of the upcoming show, and had their manager called again?

The men faintly heard a door slam, their demeanor unbothered by the common sound. It seemed close, though. The rumble of a car engine stirred them. They froze as they looked one another in the eye. That was unnervingly close.

"That fucker!" An angry scowl forming on his face.

"He's a lightweight, Katsuki he shouldn't be driving." The monotone voice and blank expression concealing a growing worry for their lover.

"No shit peppermint ass! He lied and snuck this, then he lies about 'a walk' what the fuck does he think he's doing!" His fists clenched, he was furious. He was certainly going to give that Deku a piece of his mind when he got back.

The worried look appearing on Todoroki's face startled the feisty blonde, it was a rare sight. Smooth, toned arms cuddled the dual user. Those furrowed brows alarming the normally explosive man.

Down the street, heading towards a highway a smaller man sat. Face bursting with tears though he stifled himself from vocalizing the strange pain. This blurred vision didn't make him feel better, what was he even looking for in that bottle. Scarred hands tightened around the steering wheel, lights melting into each other as his eyes refused to cooperate. He blinked, just a quick close and open. Okay, he was still on the road, those jumping lines were the road. An intrusive honk invaded the air as a wobbly hand slid down the wheel, eyes scanning for the source but only retrieving a mess of color at this point. The salty puddles in his sockets intertwined with his inebriation as another honking startled him. He was going the wrong way, so turn around, that's right.

He turned the vehicle around straight into the lane, it was occupied but he didn't register until he felt a numb little pricking sensations. The glass shattering around him as it scraped his face, his arms. Pieces began flying from behind him, skittering up to his seat. The mingling shards dug into his back as he was thrown loosely between the airbag and his seat. Warm was covering him, it was so nice and warm, why was he even sad? The inflated cushion slowly falling as his head began to rest on the wheel. He heard harsh curses approach, he blinked, his body felt fuzzy and a little wet.

Back home, Bakugo turned his head to a dinging phone. An unfamiliar number popped up, and he quickly answered. Maybe Midoriya went to see a friend on his drive?

They had a chance to relax, to calm down. It seemed that was the last thing they would get that night as glistening eyes searched the room, trying to focus on anything other than the words coming from this damn phone.

'Yes Mr. Bakugo, this is patrolman Genti.' He couldn't have.

"What does this pertain to, sir."

'Well sir, after pulling up Mr. Midoriya's information we routed out any cellphones possibly active at his home address,' The tension rising in the blonde.

"The fuck does this have to do with anything!? Wait, what about Izuku! Tell me damn it!"

'Mr. Izuku Midoriya was taken to the hospital following a collision and rear ending, the vehicle being hit twice. I'm calling to inform any-' The dual user lost his stoic reserve, taking a deep breath as Bakugo shouted.

"Where the hell is he!?"

Beeping entered the emerald's ear again and again, it seemed he would have no rest from the spinning around him right now. Two strange faces looked down at him, incomprehensible words mumbling outside of his own thoughts as he lay on .. what was he laying on? Where am I?

The doors to the vehicle opened and he was pulled out into the moonlight once more, the blurred splotch above him still bringing solace in the glow. It whizzed away as piercing fluorescent bulbs glared, hallways never ending. More words surrounded him, more wetness as he shifted. The shock of the pain hitting him in the cold hospital. He gasped for air, feeling bits of glass wretchedly planted into his back and arms. He groaned and held his head from the surprise, the gritty feeling present on his face as well. Lowering his hands he saw a cloudy layer of red covering them, the wet feeling dripping down his temple.

"Mister. Mister." A nurse pulling his stretcher, leaning over as she looked between him and the path.

"You have to stop touching it." The other nurse's mask bobbing as he computed the words.

A little greenite whisked away, his grunts apparent as glass was picked out of his skin. The wounds loitering his body being silenced with medication and bandages.

Strong arms held the scarred man as he buried his emotion into the blonde's chest. The clean air uncomfortable in this situation, the smell of chemicals and cleaner dancing in this building. The two men listened to the beeping, watching the monitors next to their precious emerald. His face seared into Bakugo's eyes with the bandages. The wrappings on his head offended him, the dried blood and bruises across his face hurt the blonde. It was no wonder Todoroki couldn't bear to look. The injured man lay covered in wrappings, his chest heaving calmly under his gown.

The two men standing beside him as a doctor quietly approached.

"Hello I'm Dr. Kaozu. Mr. Midoriya here was thrown around quite a bit in the vehicle, he suffered multiple gashes from the glass of the vehicle's windows and his head was hit a few times against a blunt object nearby. We assume the wheel," He pressed on, shuffling his notes. "We were unable to administer a stronger medication due to conflictions with his blood alcohol level, so when he awakens he will be in pain." The older man looked at the two.

Todoroki shook, his face buried into the chest, wet streaks on the blonde's shirt. Silence from the two.

"I'll leave you be." The man quickly exited to deal with other patients. Closing the door to Midoriya's room.

Bakugo coddled the uneasy man, one hand rubbing his back as the other ran through his hair. He took another look at his beloved Deku.

Bruises darkening under his eyes, the blood across his forehead cracking as his brows scrunched. His eyelids wiggled and Bakugo felt his heart thump.

"He's waking up, Shoto." He patted the worrisome back.

His groans getting louder as he shifted, trying to sit up. So dizzy, so .. painful. He fell back onto the firm mattress, cords tugging him down. He grunted and choked out a sob at the intense pressure of his head. He didn't want to cry anymore tonight. The beeping became soothing as his eyes followed the lights. The throbbing throughout his body eliciting another noisy groan.

"Aaaaooowww." He moaned in pain. He rubbed his eyes as the tears came uninvited.

"It's gonna be okay, baby." A strong hand reached for his battered face and softly wiped a cheek.

He grabbed the hand and pulled it onto his swollen face, whining.

"Please do not cry, Izuku."

On the other side of his bed a puffy eyed Todoroki rest his head on the bedside railing, kneeling next to the tattered man. Midoriya could see his cheeks were red, were stained. He could see the emotion the other man tried so hard to hide, threatening to spill at the edges of his vision. He could see both of his boyfriends trying so hard to hide their own discomfort for the sake of his own.

He could see the genuine love in these men.

these poor guys lol

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