She has always been uptight. After all, she was a Yaoyorozu and had to hold herself to higher standards than most. Perhaps that is why she happens to have little to no alcohol tolerance.

How could she have gotten herself into this..? Oh, right. Her classmates and their rebellious teenage ways.

They sit in some hole-in-the-wall bar with empty glasses littering the tables before them. Each and every member of Class 1-A, letting loose and getting rowdy, squeezing themselves into the small establishment. How had they even gotten in here in the first place? They are only seniors yet somehow a bartender is more than happy to serve them drinks. Thinking back on it now, she remembers Kirishima and Bakugo managing to convince their current, and very pretty, bartender to make an exception just this once. After all, it wasn't every day that an entire group of graduating students came to this quaint little bar. Still, it is quite shocking to the dark haired girl that all of them, even Iida, are nursing their own drinks. She personally couldn't even think of what to order when the woman behind the counter had set her gaze upon the creation hero. Her words came out in jumbles then, a steady blush coating her cheeks. Mina had to help her out in the end and merely ordered the same drink she had chosen. A malibu baybreeze. It sounded weird when she first heard the name but now, Momo knows it is nothing like she thought.

She has always thought that alcohol tasted gross. Nothing could convince her to try it, half out of fear of disappointing her parents and half because of the taste. She remembers Kyoka and Mina recounting their various tales of alcohol induced adventures and each one was always worse than the last. Each one, curiously, also included the mention of tequila and fireball. The names were lost on her at the time but now she understood a bit better. At least, as she glanced at the bar to catch Todoroki being handed a golden shot, she had a faint hint as to what fireball was.

How was she to know that she would soon come to enjoy the taste of cinnamon on her lips?

Her face felt hot now and in the back of her mind, she knew it had something to do with the last gulp of her fruity drink. The world seemed a bit brighter now even despite the dim lights and pulsing rock music. Two drinks within an hour and she was already giggling with the girls of her class, Mina gesturing for another round. They were in their own little world despite how rowdy the boys were already getting. She couldn't even tell how many drinks they had already knocked back. All she knew was Kaminari and Kirishima continued to order various rounds of shots for the group. Eventually, the shots would find her and that would certainly cause disaster. For now, however, she was simply handed a pink drink with a smile.

"Yaomomo, I never thought that you would actually have a drink! Iida either!" Ochako's bubbly voice hit her ears and she tore her eyes away from where the boys were lingering. "I always believed you two would never do anything bad."

"I... I couldn't just come and not participate!" Her words were light and airy, devoid of their normal polite tone. Huh, she even sounded different. It was a good different, however. One she decided right then and there that she wanted to experience more.

"Well, Yaomomo, we're glad you joined us!" Mina flashed her a dazzling smile before leaning closer, mischief glittering in her eyes. "Now lets get this party started ladies!" Her eyes swept across the group of rosy cheeked women before she clasped her hands together. Momo had never seen her so excited before.. Perhaps it was the drinks and not whatever idea she was cooking in her mind.

"Hey, Kaminari! Kirishima! Where are our shots, huh?" Mina winked at the table before breaking away from the girls with a giggle. Ah, so that was her plan. Free shots from the boys.

"None of that gross shit Todoroki is drinking, please!" Kyoka piped up from beside Momo. A soft giggle left the creation hero's lips at that, once again glancing at the icy-hot teen to find him meeting her gaze. Normally she would have blushed and immediately glanced away out of embarrassment but today.. Today she was feeling more and more confident with each sip. Raising her glass slightly at him, she gulped the rest down with ease before standing with Kyoka to join Mina.

"It's good." She heard him grumble as she drew closer to the group of men. He sat at the edge of them, Iida and Midoriya flanking his left side. They weren't listening to him, however, instead focused on the approach of the rest of the girls. Another giggle slipped from her slightly parted lips as she closed the distance between them and took the seat to his right.

"What is it?"

His body tensed at her words and part of her felt guilty for catching him off guard. He seemed to be in his own little world at the outskirts of the group after all. She frankly didn't expect anything less of the socially awkward ice user. Still, something drew her to his side and she knew it wasn't just the need to include him.

"Fireball." His eyes found hers for a moment before he glanced at the empty drink she slid towards the bartender. Momo raised an eyebrow at him and opened her mouth to ask what it tasted like only to promptly press her lips together as he knocked the shot back. His hand rose then, grabbing the attention of the blonde behind the bar. "Two this time." A nod came after his words and then came the two small glasses filled to the brim with that same golden liquid he had just finished.

Why two..?

Oh.

That's why.

Her eyes widened as he slid the second toward her, her gaze passing between him and the drink.

"Try it if you're so curious about it." He knocked his own back then, intense mismatched eyes never leaving hers. A bit of the liquid missed his mouth and dribbled from the corner of his lips, dripping down towards his chin. Man... How she wanted to just swipe her tongue out and lap it up. Her eyes narrowed slightly as the sight, the back of his hand brushing the slight spill away with ease. She was suddenly aware of the temperature of the room then. Despite wearing a form fitting red dress that ended a bit higher than her mother would have liked, she was hit with a lot of heat. Perhaps it was just the drinks finally fully getting to her or the not-so bedroom eyes but totally bedroom eyes she had just given her classmate but her cheeks flushed a bright pink and she fanned gently at her face. He glanced at her moving hand before a smirk graced his lips.

"Hot?" She nodded, her free hand reaching for the shot before her. The air around them cooled a little, no doubt due to his right side, and she smiled gently. Even out for drinks, he was still trying to be considerate.

"Better?" She nodded again and he hummed his approval in response. "Now, you gonna take that?" His eyes fell to the shot sitting idly in her hand.

"Patience is a virtue, Todoroki!" Momo giggled before putting the shot glass to her lips and letting the alcohol slip down her throat. It tasted sweet yet spicy and left her throat ablaze, or was that due to the way he had been watching her..? She licked at her lips as she placed the glass back on the bar. Her eyes never left his face, fluttering between his slightly parted lips and his fiery eyes. A humming noise vibrated up from her throat and she cracked a smirk, right eye closing in a wink as she leaned in closer. "Tasted like cinnamon... I see why you like it."

He grunted in response and allowed a quick glance around them. Everyone seemed to be in their own worlds, Kaminari trying to beat Jirou in a drinking competition while Ochako and Midoriya giggled at Iida's drunken antics. No one was paying any attention to the pair nestled in the corner. Perfect. His eyes flew back to her face, a smirk curling at his lips before he closed the rest of the distance with ease. They were face to face now, her breath light against his face. Her eyes dropped to his lips and her fingers twitched at her sides before coming up to grip the bottom of his shirt. This was fine, right? He could blame it on the alcohol and not the look in her eyes... That damn devilish look that he had no idea she was capable of. Momo glanced back towards his eyes before letting out a sharp sigh.

"Screw it."

Her lips pressed against his own after the words came sliding from her mouth. Everything tasted like cinnamon and man, did it feel like his body was on fire. Wait, was he actually on fire? Before he could pull back to glance at his left hand, she pressed closer, lips moving furiously at his own. Her tongue slipped across his lower lip and a curse slipped into her mouth, swallowed up by that damn skilled tongue of hers. A few more moments passed between the two before Todoroki broke away first.

His chest heaved, breath coming out in soft pants. She looked equally breathless, her cheeks sporting a vibrant blush and not just from the drinks. "I... Oh god, I-I'm so sorry!" She fumbled over her words eyes falling on the bar, the floor, anywhere but him and her hands still wrapped tightly in the fabric of his shirt. He tried to fight back the light-hearted laugh but it escaped his lips before he could. That's the Momo he knew and adored.

"It's fine," he paused to gesture to the bartender for another round of drinks. "I wouldn't have had the courage otherwise." Her eyes found his own after that, a smile forming on her reddish lips.

"Todoroki..." she trailed off, slowly prying her hands from his shirt to rest them gently in her lap. "I-I... I hope we keep in contact after this."

Truthfully, she had feared the idea of losing contact with her classmates. In the back of her mind, however, the idea of losing the man before her scared her most of all. They had grown close after spending three years side by side. Seatmates to friends to... Well, she had always hoped for more but could never find it in herself to voice that thought. Maybe now, as she was feeling lighter than Ochako's zero gravity, she could finally speak her mind. After all, what was the worst that could happen? She could always pull the oldest excuse in the book and blame it on the alcohol.

"We will." His cool hand taking her own surprised the creation hero and she gazed down at their intertwined hands. Her smile grew wider, cheeks steadily growing hotter than before. "I promise."

As they continued to pass the time talking and taking occasional shots of fireball, Momo knew that his words were true. She also knew that cinnamon was quickly becoming her favorite scent, nestled right next to the smell of campfire smoke that clung to his every inch. She would surely have to remember to tell Kyoka of possibly the only good experience to come out of fireball. That could wait, however, for she didn't want her night with him to end.

For now, she was content with cinnamon kisses and soon to be pillow talk.

Notes • Henlo~ I had this one mostly finished when I posted this series of drabbles so I decided to push myself to finish it so I could add it and I'm quite happy with the outcome~ I hope you all enjoy! I apologize if they're a bit out of character. I tried my best to stick to their characters while also making them a bit more outgoing due to drinking and such. Anyway, I hope to have another drabble for you guys shortly! Thank you for reading, see you next time 3