AUTHORS NOTE: Hey, sorry for the sort of late update, except i kind of update randomly anyway, oh well. You know you'd think that in the last week before half term the teachers would let up a bit, but noooooo. Loads of tests, they take up all my designated writing time. I'll try to update soon anyway.
Just to let you know, this "story arc" (i dunno what to call it) has two parts, don't worry I know that the ending doesn't seem quite right, I'm getting there.
"IIIIIIIIIIIIzzzzzzzzzzzzzyyyyyyyyy," as Midoriya came through the entrance to class 1-A Bakugou launched himself towards his boyfriend. The pair toppled to the corridor floor and Bakugou began to nuzzle into the crook of Midoriya's neck.
"K-Kacchan?" Midoriya stuttered, understandably confused.
"I love you Izzy, I loooooooove yooouuuu," Bakugou's mouth formed a lazy smile as he cooed sleepily as he snuggled into the folds of Midoriya's clothes.
Over the spiky mop of hair in front of him, Midoriya could just see the rest of his classmates peering through the doorway at him and Kacchan.
"Does any one want to explain this?" Izuku asked as Kirishima helped him lift the clingy blond off of him.
"I'm sorry bro, no can do. We have no clue what happened," supplied Kirishima, holding a squirming Bakugou.
"Yeah," agreed Kaminari ", Ashido had brought in some brandy cake that her mum had made and we gave every one a sli-" He was cut off by Midoriya rapidly waving his hands in front of his face in a crossing motion.
"I'm sorry, did you say...brandy cake?" Midoriya questioned, hoping he misheard.
"Yeah bro, why? He's not allergic or something, is he?" Kirishima's tone was worried.
"If only," was Midoriya's vague reply, he face was rapidly draining of colour and he looked as though he may have aged decades in mere minutes. "Oh, why hath you forsaken me fate?" Midoriya asked no one in particular. "Well, it was nice knowing you all, but we will probably have to move again after this, at least that's what happened last time. Who know, today could be worse, or better I suppose. Nah, with my luck it will definitely be worse. Oh, what if..." by this point Midoriya's words had devolved into a muttered string of unintelligible sounds. The class watched on in confusion as they thought over his words. What on Earth was so bad about brandy cake that he might have to move away? And what on Earth happened 'Last Time'?
"Midoriya! Mid-or-ri-ya," Jiro waved her hands in front of his face, trying to snap him out of his stupor. When she snapped her fingers, Midoriya jerked to attention apologising profusely.
"Could you explain what you mean. If Bakugou isn't allergic, why is he acting like this?" Queried Momo. Midoriya groaned.
"Well, it's...I suppose...it's like this. Promise you don't tell him I told you but Kacchan has a really, and I mean reeeeeaaaaallly low alcohol tolerance," explained Midoriya.
"But what would that have to do with a brandy...oh, brandy," realised Kirishima. Midoriya nodded in agreement.
"It only takes a tiny amount of alcohol for him to become completely drunk, and when he is drunk...he's Very Clingy. It's like his personality does a complete 180, it freaks me out." Midoriya continued.
"If he gets so completely drunk, how come he still ate the cake? Wouldn't he avoid it?" Kirishima pondered. Midoriya let out another groan.
"That's the thing, every time it happens, he ends up having no memory the following morning, I've never had the guts to tell him. I mean look at him," he said gesturing to where Bakugou had now latched himself onto Iida, trying to climb him like a koala ", can you really imagine how hard it would be to explain this to Kacchan when he's sober." The rest of the class shivered at the thought, all imagining Bakugou's normal fiery temperament.
As they gathered around Iida to help pry off the protesting blonde, Aizawa strode through the doorway to the front of the classroom. Before anyone could stop him, Bakugou leapt through the air and knocked Aizawa to the floor squealing, "Zazzzziiiiiiii, you maaaddeee iiiiiiit."
The class watched on in a mixture of amusement and horror as their home room teacher struggled under Bakugou's crushing hug.
"Don't just stand there, help me," commanded Aizawa. The class rushed forward to lift Bakugou up, his squirming made it particularly difficult to keep hold of him. They seemed to be spending a lot of time peeling Bakugou away from people. The class circled Bakugou to try and block off his escape roots.
All of a sudden, the fighting teen between them fell limp and started sniffing. He curled up on the floor and fat tears began to drop from his eyes. "You're s-so mean, I'm not allowed to hug racecar or Zazi and I d-don't know w-where Izzy is." He was sobbing by this point, angrily rubbing tears from his eyes. "I want Izzy, where did you put him." Bakugou was in full strop mode. The students backed away, fearing for their safety. Midoriya was roughly pushed to the front by the group and Bakugou immediately locked onto him. "Izzzzzyyyyyy, I knew you wouldn't leave me, the mean people tried to take me away but I knew you wouldn't let them." Bakugou pressed his lips to Midoriya's in a sleepy kiss.
"Would someone explain to me why Bakugou is acting like a petulant child," said Aizawa, clearly at his wits end.
"Um...well we gave him brandy cake and .midoriya said he has a really low alcohol tolerance and nowhe'sdrunkpleasedon'tkillus," rushed Kirishima raising his hands in surrender.
"Oh my god you idiots," fumed Aizawa ", I know his parents warned me about this but I never thought it would be an issue, I mean where would a group of underage students get alcohol. Really I should have seen this coming." Aizawa put his hand to his head in exasperation.
"Ok, I think we should just keep this contained and try to help him sober up," Aizawa suggested as he turned to face where Bakugou was 'standing'. Except he wasn't, he had completely disappeared. Aizawa could almost see the blinking white outline left in his absence.
"Or of course, we could let him run rampant around the school," Aizawa sighed gesturing to the newly open space.
"Oh..." was the classes' collective response, which soon dissolved into a wild battle to avoid the blame.
"Hey I thought you were watching him."
"No, you."
"Well Sero was the one who tied him up."
"Blame this all on me why don't you."
"Yeah don't blame Sero, Kaminari was the last one over there."
"Was not."
"Was too.''
And it continued from there. Aizawa had given up and gone to curl up in his sleeping bag, but of course, with all the racket, there wasn't a chance in hell of him getting to sleep. Eventually he simply slunk into the centre of the group before yelling.
"COULD YOU PLEASE SHUT IT, SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP."
The class froze like stone statues lest they risk the full wrath of their homeroom teacher.
"I thank you." Aizawa slunk back into the corner and lay down drifting of to sleep.
AUTHORS NOTE: As always, all feedback is appreciated, Thankyou ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ
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