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The blonde slinked up, poised, but off balance. What had he done to himself? It felt almost supernatural, out of body. He was an adventurer in a new region, all of this entirely fresh, and altogether odd: The environment. The situational company. The circumstance. The aura.
And... he'd let himself be in it. He'd actually let himself. He was shocked, but too placid from the sugared wine that nothing showed on his face. What was he even doing right now? He should just leave.
Saying yes to coming along was one thing. But, admitting himself to take that initial savory sip?
He was fishing for material in a sea of gray, letting Kasaya upstairs into his own abysm. His tempt into the drink representative of the depth he'd allow Kasaya inside, which was unknown.
But, being so damn fizzled that he let himself wander into something that he avoided for years... consumption of substance? Why?
There hadn't been that many opportunities up until now, so he'd always shoved it off. But now, he was not sure what his preconceived nose upturn of it even was, or how it started.
The past forty minutes had drastically changed his concept... That damn blue-headed idiot had jumbled his brain up so much that he'd just wanted to relax! He wanted his head to be cooled! It was either drinking, or the other option... to storm out.
But, Bakugo, he was no quitter. Writing this off? It was a no.
He'd already made up his mind: This game was his.
Poker chips between his fingers twirling, the first card he'd drawn, was an ace.
Curious. That was what he was. Too curious at times.
But he was curious for his own self. He was the one when he was younger that when something was new, he'd trudge right into it, take his shoes off and stick his feet in the mud. It was his duty as a leader, so that the others would see either the 'fun' or the 'not fun'. He claimed it as his childhood responsibility, and that spilled over into middle school, and remained as a solid defining characteristic even now.
How did it prevail?
It helped him accept the truth: That things... they always change. New stuff always happens.
Too bad it didn't sate the fact of his parents being gone. That shit just wouldn't leave. That was a thing that would never change.
He had to be blistering independent from that point on, once he realized what being dead really meant. And that aided him also, between that and selfishness, that was what drove him forward to be the best. He'd always been more of an anti-hero though, than a hero.
The 'hero' part he swore he'd be #1! Even if he followed more of an anti-hero path. He didn't want to lose out on his own interests entirely to lay it all down for others! What was so wrong with hanging onto pieces of things he wanted?
He'd do it, he'd find that balance between hero and anti-hero, and he'd beat out Deku and be the top of the chain, especially after everyone thinks he was more ill-suited for a villain! He'd show their asses!
Kasaya waited. He should of trudged off on the douche, his eyes moved like he was thinking. He was moving so slow.
But, if this was one of those times that if person had decided to drink, and they were a newbie tipping over 'that' edge, then he supposed it was his contract to wait on their sorry ass. It was only right, to make sure he wouldn't stumble all over and look like a hot mess. His face already had a warmth to it, cheeks pink. Helping him walk back to the dorms, arm over his shoulder though? He didn't know if it'd even get that far, if Bakugo would allow himself to drink that much.
That teetered on friendship, and that shook Kasaya, chilled him to the bone.
Bakugo did meet them, after lazily pacing it over, and they all walked outside, the blonde the caboose in the short train.
He kept looking at the one in front of him, hair down to his shoulder blades, up and down. Why was he not more clumsy? He'd drank more than him, right? Maybe he was wrong? He couldn't remember. The blonde found himself dismissing really where he was, only concentrating on his footsteps.
Wait, what had he even been thinking about?
Then, he forget altogether that he was thinking at all. Blanked, losing his normal capability to self-audit and think acutely.
When he rose and started walking, something changed. He felt even number.
The party all hollered as the teens and the waiter turned the corner, the sun almost gone and the outdoor lighting turning on. Pleasant.
The blonde breathed in some deep breaths. Air. He needed it, his body yearned. He tried not to make it noticeable, what if... did anyone here know anyone?
Did anyone here know him? He didn't feel ashamed... when had it began when he started losing his awareness?
Kasaya's eyes lit up. The outside balcony was beautiful! All cement, complements with stone gargoyles and a private bar for whatever party rented it. 'Wow.' Plants were everywhere, autumn ones, potted and blooming. Metal lanterns were being lit. He would admit when something was quite beautiful, marvelous, that was something about him. He would be awed, scenery was one of those things.
Before Ashley, Hisashi and him would hang out on the roof, climb outside Hisashi's window and look up at the stars, pointing, making wishes. Kids, not telling dad about it, of course!
Every night's sky, similar, but somehow always different than the next, just like every sunset. The world, it's natural hold over human nature, he'd succumb to it's greatness. No better place than the roof on the dorm's, smoking one, watching that horizon dipping low. The colors filling his whole eyes, and for seconds only, as his emotions were always so flat, would he feel a twinge of freedom.
Someday, not far from now, when this was all over, he'd do it. He'd get on a plane, he'd fly somewhere far, he'd hike the tallest mountain and scream at the top, he'd release all that anger, all that frustration, all the past.
And in that moment... he'd be alive again. Lifted from this.
A different person.
No fear in imprisonment. No fear that he'd get sucked up into the same Ashley shit. He didn't necessarily mean free of the drink or smoking, but just like a key turning in a lock, 100% freedom on all levels to finally live and walk like every other person alive.
The table of five's hollerings were cheery and full of laughter. It was a genuine atmosphere. It reminded both Bakugo and Kasaya of that electric roommate of Iida's, too social, it had popped into both their heads separately. But, this distinctly now was a party, and it was unavoidable.
"Kasaya!" His older brother shouted from his seat once they made it, still in full uniform, except jacket off and hat sat in the table. He stood and pulled out chairs, two right next to each other for the seventeens.
It was perfect again that Table 11 had rented the balcony. They, 'Had already done it.' The oldest man had mumbled between puffs of a cigar, and Hisashi had gotten caught up so much in conversation, leaving the two younger ones to their own vices, that Table 11 just asked them all to come alongside.
The one celebrating his work anniversary had A LOT of money.
The younger Satoko and Bakugo didn't get the chance to sit though as Hisashi, smiling large, towering over them by at least 5 inches, handed them both a small cup of sake.
Kasaya shot up an eyebrow. The decorated one moved a finger for him to lean his head, and he did so that the soldier could bend down to whisper in his ear: "Happy birthday. Get whatever you want to drink tonight, all night. I'll look the other way, because I agree. You've had a tough last month. Also, I got you an extra LARGE bottle of vodka to take back with you, along with the normal monthly amount."
That was like music to Kasaya's ears. He smiled into it. His brother grinning. No portion control this next month! Awesome. Hopefully thoughts of her, and that sick shit, they'll all-together seize up for 30 days straight! He could never completely forget, little deja vu moments would pop up here and there, and would set him in a 'mood', but the more liquor he had to ward off the deeper of thinking, the better.
Sitting up on that roof smoking weeks back, that was the beginning of a fall, he was on edge! How he'd been thinking about her!
Hisashi, portion control. It was a lose lose. He got why the portioning, but on the other hand, without it he'd fall so quick... and neither needed that to happen.
It was a thin tight rope that Hisashi and Kasaya walked together with Kasaya's alcoholism. Too much liquor and he was a wasted drunk who did no homework (who did nothing actually), couldn't even function, and surely would get kicked out of UA easily. With not enough, he was a crazed psycho, screaming in agony of the memories and from pent up emotional pain, from the physical reminders of what she's done, and that last emotion quirk would start to flood over him.
Hisashi couldn't break it, but this was the only thing keeping it at bay.
He was so messed up. Kasaya let his smirk fall at that thought. There was just no happiness anywhere. He was even a slave to this, imprisoned in a strange void where he consistently had to function, but only able to function when slightly buzzed.
It was hard. Really hard.
Constantly he had those little 3 oz bottles in his pockets.
"You're roommate too, whatever he wants." He motioned back saying that. Bakugo's ears pricked.
That made Kasaya's eyes squint. His own thoughts cut. Yet again, why the hospitality? Ugh his brother! He couldn't wait to corner him and make him answer his questions!
Satoko turned and got louder, raising his sake cup to the table, being announcing. The others at the table, all following suit, cups high above the heads, the gentleman taking the cigars out of their mouths just for this, "Happy birthday to my brother! May your future be the best! Bonzai!"
Kasaya sighed. He hoped it would be good.
They all downed it except Bakugo, who just stood there with it awkwardly. He felt funny with that little ass cup. The air was nice now that they were out, but what was this stuff now? Now this, it was something different. Was this how it was going to be? Free...?
'Shit.' His head. He had a real bad vibe that... 'What? Wai... wha'wuz this?' He was captured, staring into the pretty crystal liquid, shiny like diamonds. Thoughts gone.
Bakugo was too close to Kasaya (not noticing). He hushed, whispering to Blue Bun as soon as he saw that everyone was beginning to talk amongst themselves again (which had taken so much longer than it should have). It was mainly the elder brother blabbing about helping him get placement into UA, and that knocked him enough to realize that he was still just standing, not moving. "Oi."
The long haired one ever so slightly turned his head at that one word, thanking the Gods, because listening to Hisashi go on about him was sickening. No doubt he'd be expected to talk later now.
"Wha'tis shit?"
Kasaya turned with a one eye glance, trying not to look straight at the guy literally right behind him, who was one of 'those' people as he'd previously thought, form finessed and so pleasing to the eye, that it would make any damn person crack, no matter who they were.
People like that, made anyone and everyone nervous!
He hid himself underneath his shorter-ish bang pieces that tended to fall in his face when coming out of his bun, that were now fully over his eyes because his hair was down. "Sake. Had it'before?" He knew it would be a negative.
Bakugo motioned his head left-right just enough to be a no.
"It'strong." He wasn't mad at all that he hadn't drank the toast for the 'event', he didn't care. He rather, was perplexed and satisfied with just watching the other mill around in his first drunken state, it was kind of... interesting. He wondered what type of drunk he'd be?
So far, he hadn't got pissed, not even once, for asking him a direct question (albeit they weren't probing really in anyway). The only thing he got slight grumbly about was when he'd lied to him. Which ended quick, as he'd fessed up. And he didn't get burnt up over that either.
So it looked like, he might turn out to be a 'mellower', one whose mood evens out.
That was a surprise and a half to Kasaya.
Bakugo was never soothing or mild!
A thought struck Saya: Alcohol brings out truth, but in regards to Bakugo's demeanor, was it making that more truthful too?
Bakugo was relaxed looking, and slowly blinking.
His head rung, maybe under that surface, there wasn't a person who was as nasty, especially with how he was looking now, smirky and almost... gentle? That spawned another short sentence, something he'd been pondering to say, the sake working its way in already, loosening the lip up, one gray eye on Katsuki's wide chest. He hadn't gotten mad at him yet so? He left it as casual and un-forced as possible. "It's there if'you want it. If not, it's not'a problem."
Bakugo leisurely moved his chin up, eyes and all facing Kasaya. It was so like him to say that. It sent a hot flash to his face which forced a mumble. "Wha it's'taste?"
Kasaya smirked back, but felt chills. Gods. Did he have to look at him that intently! He just stared and stared and stared. There was no getting those red eyes off him. Bakugo had him. Snaring his focus.
'He never stared this much before.' Kasaya internally spurted. What the fuck has changed? Was it because he's been drinking? It also wasn't making Bakugo ferocious that he was staring right back at him. But the only reason he was staring at Bakugo, was because he'd started staring at him first! Bakugo began it!
Anyone else who'd glimpsed at him would of done been done by now, fried.
Usually, he'd would of at least screamed to look the other way! 'Fuckin' bitch! Fuckin' asshat! Get those eyes, (whatever they had in 'em... even sultry-ness), off of me!'
Kasaya had heard all those words before.
It was because... Katsuki considered being good-looking a horrible chore, and Kasaya had figured that out just by how he yelled at people, mostly women. It was almost impossible not to hear it. Bakugo had a loud voice that carried everywhere! He heard him yelling all the way up as high as the second floor once, Bakugo was all the way down in the dorm foyer! And... he could hear him just like someone had on a TV in just the next room. Clear.
Kasaya knew it annoyed him that he knew how 'gorgeous' he appealed, and in that, did things to throw people off him.
Aside from not giving a shit period, he looked at no one, eyes on ground, complete opposite his confidence. He dressed in baggy ass dress pants, looking not-well-put-together. Kasaya got that by freely letting his personality fly off the handle (which was just how he was naturally anyway), that he came off hostile, and contradictory to the princely outside, which quickly set girls off running.
Bakugo was quick sand, a hot molten lava of bad attitude, warding off the women as much as possible.
How Kasaya could agree. How Kasaya disliked them too. It was more so the thought of being in a relationship. Maybe he had helped him out that night with Ibara. Maybe?
Bakugo seen a smirk on the his face, one of remembrance, like he was trying to recall something. And sure enough: "Citrus. They're'all diff'rnt tho."
Bakugo then lifted it to sniff, he instantly moved it back down. Yeh, it was like a lemon wedge, but powerful. "Egh." A sound.
Kasaya didn't let his smirk fall. It still had that same recollection tone, and got a bit deeper. "I've always liked'it."
Ashley forced him to drink sake occasionally. It was the one thing, aside from vodka and wine that he actually grew to enjoy. Rum, whiskey, tequila, even beer made his stomach turn for some reason. She'd made his body downright sick so many times. His body in her control (but she, still not able to control it's most basic of functions), it would still just throw up everywhere.
A body reacting to something it didn't like, rejecting it.
She came to know it's limits though, as he was nothing to her but a walking meat suit of power, still made him drink the crap that made him not feel well more than half the time.
But, whenever she fed him sake, he remembered it being like getting a small glimpse of heaven while still sitting in the murk of hell unable to move. A complete tease it was when one thing would go right like that.
One day of not throwing up... he considered 'that' of all things a blessing.
Kasaya then spoke up to his brother at that random interjection, thinking back on that awful crap. "Pour." He didn't want to remember that shit. He poked his brother and he filled his sake cup for him and handed it back, smiling, now talking on about the military academy. He turned sideways and he realized Suki was just moving the liquid back and forth in his cup. Inspecting. "Hey." He softly spoke. "Wanna?" Because he did. 'Erase it out... please.' But, what the hell was his mouth even saying? He waited for a response from the blonde. It came as a shrug, cinnamon eyes looking up again.
Daisuta was losing. Kasaya's mouth too.
He couldn't use Level 2 or Level 3 while drunk, learned that quick. Ashley made him, but quickly she learned too, that shit would back fire. Alcohol does strange things to the brain, and if she planned on using them at all, she'd limit him down.
That was how he knew when something bad was going to happen. That the night would end in blood.
Kasaya ushered to him quick, raising the cup a bit. 'Got to get it out.' He wanted it out of his head.
Somehow, Bakugo found himself moving his up, and Kasaya earnestly smiled, tapping the two little cups together, thoughts only on the alcohol. "It's'only one'shot." He meant more so, that he'd need more than that to make his current thoughts wash out.
"Shot?" Bakugo slushed.
Kasaya looked at him now, so... he caught that.
Bakugo watched Kasaya's mouth move. Blue's voice filtered inside, it was tranquil, just like his whole outline that made their room calm and comfortable. He felt at ease. He really, he felt... easy. His tension was gone.
"American term. F'this amount." He lifted his cup as example, being careful as hell in his state not to say a single name, or spill precious liquid. He didn't want to make acquaintances with those at the table either, the less names he knew the better.
The sun was now down, it had went down in the past five minutes. The lanterns with little fires in them, everywhere.
"Fine. I'll'do it." Suki.
It kind of made Kasaya internally laugh, the guy was over into la-la land, but still grumbling. Through and through, even though mellow, he'd still be Katsuki somehow.
That thought. Kasaya had a pang of feeling cross him as his eyes bored into his, completely erasing thoughts of Ashley. What the hell? How did this happen? He felt a remarkably strong pang of comfort shoot through him. It blushed his cheeks.
Both halted to where they just were staring at each other, like they were looking if they could trust each other?
That, paired with the thought he'd just had about 'Katsuki just being Katsuki' no matter what... it was like he knew the guy. Kasaya's jaw went slack. 'What?' He had no fuckin' idea who he was! Or, did he? Saya's face was hot.
"We jus'goin't stare? O we'gunna do'it?" His eyes did that panther movement.
"Up t'you." Kasaya, he looked away suddenly. 'We?' He'd said 'we'?... Kasaya's resolve... it was crumbling.
"I jus'said'K." It came out rash.
"K. Bonzai." He clincked his cup to Suki's, freezing for a second just to see if he was going to do it. He let his eyes drabble over again under his bangs. His trust of others at zero. He watched Suki close his eyes, and tip it back, the sound of his body swallowing, deep, and after that, so did he. Kasaya couldn't believe it... They'd just toasted. It meant nothing. It should mean zero.p
Bakugo mind wandered. It was quick, that cup so small, and it went down his throat smooth! It was delicious. Eagerly, Katsuki reached for the sake container, and it was given by older sitting Satoko easy. This stuff was better than the wine. "I like'it." He mumbled out.
Kasaya was glad for that, because K and K quickly took a second one together, feeling warmth spreading everywhere, heads lost. Kasaya had done the same thing, just waited for him to take it first, to see if he'd actually go through with it, which he did, then a second later, swallowed his.
When Katsuki makes his mind up to do something, he does. Kasaya got that, loud. He felt a creep of trust filter.
'Dinner.' Suki just remembered. He'd forgotten. 'Ah'well.' He poured a third. Downed it. It was truly... like a river, a warm river. So much citrus. He put his hands, finger's wide, on the table, and he chuckled, completely enamored with the liquid, knee in chair, still half standing.
Hisashi had been watching, just a few peripheral glances. He was so happy! Kasaya had been talking! And his roommate who was looming, had this expression on his face that seemed like he was having a great time! He knew that the blonde, for sure was drunk. His military mates got wasted all the time, so it wasn't a odd for him to see it, not unusual or abnormal... except when they woke up somewhere they weren't supposed to be. In that case, he was the 'father' of the group at his academy, always dragging their asses back.
Bakugo turned and realized Kasaya was gone, and loosely, he poked he older Satoko. Basic thoughts at this point.
The soldier looked up at him from laughing at one of the table's jokes with a questionable look. "Another?"
"Yeh, bu'where's...?" He drew a blank, what should the address be? To the? "My room'ate."
"Saya's havin' a smoke. I bet." He pointed to a different section further down on the balcony. "Probably to get away f'a bit."
It was a good idea, Bakugo had no desire to know these old farts. He didn't say thanks.
Without saying anything (except with a huge ass smile across his face), the decorated one handed up the vase, and he took it, leaving Bakugo alone to slowly meander toward that general location, sake and cup in tow. He's gotten possessive over it, the lemon was just too good.
Hisashi smiled at the the blonde's backside thinking that maybe this was a decent. Now he was looking around for him. That signaled a kindling friendship right? He hoped so. He turned back around with wistfulness, hoping he'd get over there okay, the blonde, he didn't think even realized how far gone he actually was.
There was always a point you hit, where you eventually realize that you are truly 'drunk', and in it, that you should probably just stop doing things, even basic stuff like walking, standing, whatever. Older Satoko smirked, he just wasn't there yet, soon he would be though if he didn't watch it. Or maybe Kasaya should watch for that, he knew Kasaya probably already was, seeing how much experience he had under his belt already.
He'd leave the drunk blonde to his younger brother. He was interested to see how this would turn out. It may be devious, but... Hisashi noticed somehow that Bakugo and his brother were kind of similar, and that he couldn't ignore.
Bakugo found him, he had taken his tie off and jammed it in his pocket, and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his dress shirt to reveal the black tank underneath.
"Hey. Ass'hle." Sitting down. He needs to sit down. He plunked down on a cushioned lounger bench, necklace flapping up, then smacking back down against his chest.
Kasaya jumped a little. Scary as fuck!
He had been comfortably leaning on the stone balcony, looking out, when that sudden voice unmistakably cracked. Caught red-handed on this one. But surprisingly, instead of asking him what the hell he was doing by smoking or something of that sort, like he had with that initial look at the table inside, instead, Bakugo didn't say shit, and only went on to pour a cup of sake, leaning on the foot table with his elbows. Uncaring.
Had the brute came over, because he'd been looking for him? Yes... he had. "Doesn't bothr'you?" Saya sucked on the rich tobacco, the end blazing red.
The walk over here, even though short, Bakugo had forgotten his footsteps. He was to the point of no return. Those 'shots', probably a mistake, this whole thing probably... Gone. "No. Don'care."
"Hmn." Kasaya touched the cigarette to his lips and breathed in, lighting up the end again, then seconds later with ease, put his shaggy bangs behind the ears on the right side, blew it out, the smoke billow huge.
The way it rolled out of his mouth, it was? Bakugo fummed, waiting for him to come over. Just waiting. He wanted to be mad at himself, but he didn't feel mad.
"Are'y drunk?" Kasaya asked into the night, his form lit by torches. Where Katsuki sat, it was shaded, dark. He needed to ask, would he be hauling him around tonight? Or not?
"I dun'nnow." Bakugo smirked. He shouldn't be talking. What?
Yeh okay. He was. "You like it?" He took another puff letting it out, knowing Suki was watching him.
"Yeh." His red eyes on that mouth, how does he hold it there without it falling out? "Do'you?"
Kasaya smirked. Not hiding it. Not now. "Ob'visly."
Bakugo growled a bit. Huffing at the quip. It wasn't a lie and he knew it, but his mouth was just moving like a train now! Grinding along on a track, remembering that orange juice and alcohol smell in the room. Yep. "Why f'you?"
Kasaya took out another cigarette, a bit of contemplation in mind, but not enough. It was cut mute by his moving mouth. "Cuz' I'm'fucked." His body moved on it's own, coming to haphazardly (but with so much more grace than the other), slide down next to Suki and moved enough to get relaxed, smoking. "Hnm." He sat the cigarette and his lighter down on the foot table. His last hope was that Bakugo Katsuki came over to have one, and NOT 'hang around'. "Smoke?"
No response. Bakugo, elbows on knees, just scooted the cup over to him that was full of sake. "Here, cuz'y'fucked. So'am I." He shouldn't of said that. It shied to Kasaya that he knew he had issues, even that his head was jumbled. Damn it. 'Just shut the f up!' But he just couldn't.
'Fuck.' Kasaya's brain fummed, taking a huge, incredibly deep suck, letting the smoke blow out of his nose like a dragon, something not many people knew how to do. No avoiding it... His roommate wanted to drink with him. This was something. Friends? 'Ah'shit.' What'd he mean... that he was fucked too? His mind blanked and grabbed for the sake cup, downing it, cigarette between long fingers. Erasing. He can't have friends because of his problems. He just wanted to blow all thoughts of Ashley out of his head. "One cup?"
"Oops." Bakugo smirked. Mistake.
'Oops?' That sounded silly as hell. He poured the next one, scooting it to Suki, giving in. "Here." He wanted alcohol, Bakugo had brought it over. Then he'd better drink it, here... with him, he guessed.
He took it. Downed it. "Ugh. Fu." He sat back, swallowing, the blonde's head leaning back eyes moving up to the sky, no stars, as they were in the city. Red eyes closing, opening. Relaxing. "I've n'vr did this." He felt lifted. Not himself. Why'd he admit that?
"Make your own'decisions, wht'ever." Saya blew out smoke in the darkness that consumed their sitting area in the quiet corner of the balcony, almost similar to their room. A few minutes later he heard liquid running inside a cup, and instinctively the blue haired one grabbed it and swallowed, Katsuki's hand barely off the cup that time. It went down his throat like water, unable to stop himself. He reached back and poured it full again, scooting it with his finger to Suki's side of the foot table, the finger that scooted it also perching a newly lit cigarette.
"Whaz th'like?" A swallow, a throat clearing.
"Hah?" He saw him point in the dark to the table where the lighter and extra sat. 'Oh.' Kasaya leaned forward, slow, to pick up the lighter, just a plain gas station one, pouring a second one for Katsuki.
He realized then, he didn't have to wait for Bakugo to pour his cup, he was waiting out of courtesy.
Hell he was being courtesy just by pouring him a second one right now.
So, was Bakugo doing the same? He wouldn't drink until he poured it for him? That was what was going on... right?
Bakugo swallowed, then poured, and a bit got on the foot table, it wasn't a big deal. It would dry, it was clear liquid.
"Been doin'it so'long. I'dunno." Kasaya shrugged. After thought. "It's yours, if'y'want." Cleared his throat. It got lengthy. "Yr'decision. I don'care. I can jus'put it'bak in'the pack." He picked the cup up, swallowed. This time, the edge of the cup was wet where he had taken it in. It was right where Katsuki had put his mouth moments before. It was... ? He had no time to really think. He poured, scooting. It was whatever, honestly.
"Hn." Bakugo cleared his throat. 'Been doin'it so'long.' Those words resonated. "It's bad f'you... right?"
Kasaya laughed shallowly, pinching his lip. He sounded like a kid! "That'said 'bout this'too, an'look." He lifted the bottle of sake, and took a blunt swig. His point was that they'd been drinking the whole time.
It was too dark to catch a look from the other. All was heard was a swallow, a grunt.
Kasaya's whole body was heated, much worse than it was earlier. He was boiling, unlike how he felt normally... chilly with that emotional control still left. It was the sake. He reacting instantly, unbuttoning and tossing his white shirt to the foot table, leaving him in a black tank, his fit upper body leaner than Kugo's, shoulders lean and lengthy from all the martial arts he practiced. Kasaya found his mind rambling that Bakugo must lift more.
Kasaya's cigarette went out, he put the butt in the ash tray. He went to grab the one on the table, but his fingers landed on a warm top of a hand in the night. He instantly jerked it back. "Uh, wan'it?" Normally, he'd try to not touch the guy, avoid it like the plague, but Bakugo just picked it up uncaring, not jerking back lecherously, like it was gross he'd gotten touched, even if it was just minuscule. But more like he hadn't even noticed.
"Y, jus'light it." Where was he? He handed it over to Kasaya. Their fingers touched for a second as it passed. All he knew was that he was with him... Kasaya. And wherever it was, it was... fine, as long as he was with him... He guessed.
Did he want him to put it in his mouth and start it for him? He was very lax right now! Kasaya was thoroughly surprised again. Probably because he was under the influence, like himself. But this reminded Kasaya, what about the lines? Those lines they weren't supposed to cross? The duct tape? It was like right now... that didn't exist with how they were sharing.
It was almost like..."Don't'kno how." Bakugo's blurt cut Kasaya's thoughts. There was just the darkness, and that rough, but gliding voice, calm. Relaxed: "Do'it fo'me."
"K. Watch." Kasaya grabbed the lighter, and perching it on the right side of his mouth, waited until he seen movement indicating a head turn. Then he snapped a small flame, which illuminated his lean face just enough, bangs down, that it made Katuski realize, chin on wrist, that his roommate was a pretty attractive person.
Any girl would fall for the guy, long hair and all. That's right! 'Shit.' He'd saved his ass from that girl. He watched the cigarette end burn bright red, and amongst long hair, he blew out a very long emission of smoke.
"It's lit'here." He handed it over.
Had he asked for that? Wait. 'Yeh.' He did. Bakugo lazily took it, just staring. "Hah?"
He heard a laugh, and Kasaya quickly and pristine, plucked it right out of his hand, even in the dark. Clicking a lighter for light. "Open'it up a'lil." Pointing to his own mouth. The blonde scanned, eyes like they were over a campfire. He seen Kasaya smirking. It was... funny.
This whole situation. It was... hilarious. Ironic. Why? And just... what was he doing? Bakugo smirked back at him, and for a second, thought he seen a swirl of something in those gray eyes, his were too foggy to tell though. All he could do was just smile. This was so stupid!
Kasaya did feel something... A connection. Was? Did he see? He had. He'd smiled. It was there on his sharp face. And... it didn't look out of place or strange on Bakugo at all.
Bakugo opened his lip, revealing just a tip of the cleanest, whitest teeth, and Kasaya got that he was allowing him to get in his proximity, and he (as precisely as possible) moved closer, enough that he was right up next to him on the outdoor couch lounger, and put the cigarette filter on his lip on the right side. But he had to hold his chin to do it.
Bakugo felt warmth not wrap on his chin, but just a single fingertip, just pressing on his chin bone to turn. He let it happen.
He let him, but he did not meet his gaze. It was... ugh? Wha? His thoughts cut as he felt the cigarette being placed delicately.
"Didn't wan'it t'burn you." Kasaya scooted back over. That was too close for comfort, but he was still smirking, it was just silly to him. All this. Where was his head even? Bakugo was not himself right now.
Bakugo instinctively closed it, feeling the smoke filtering it, and Kasaya poured another.
There was no spacial separation anymore. It was over, and Kasaya knew it. 'Shit.' Maybe they were, kind of... acquaintances. "Whn'you want, jus'breathe a'bit thro'it." He demonstrated by lighting his own and doing it. "It's relaxin', but don't ge'ash everywhere." He pointed to the ashtray, watching Bakugo down it, looking oddly unable to wait to get drunker as his eyes practically smiled themselves at the sake.
Kasaya too, his mind beckoned that he needed this.
Bakugo poured and gave it. "Here." He heard him mumble as he watched him take the cigarette out of his mouth, and perch it between his fingers, just like he had, to lift and pour.
He was a quick study Saya noted. Little did he know that Bakugo's dad used to smoke (and he barely remembered it from when he was little), but he recalled watching him, and knew at least how to hold one. He put it back between his lips, and tried it only a little at first. And the smoke was harsh as hell, letting out a cough.
Some time passed with no speech, it was a comfortable silence. But as Bakugo reached the middle of his new curiosity, he got a rhythm down. Man. His experience was elevated, he was floating in a cloud of mist, truly gone.
"Hey." It was Hisashi.
"Mhm. Wha?" Kasaya said, suddenly gawking up all calm, taking the swig of sake. "T'fuck you come'from?"
The elder noticed that they were sitting sort of close. Both smoking, sort of like they were hanging out? "I walked? Y'two been ov'r here for an hour. It's 8:30. Y'guys want dinner?"
"'Bout time." Bakugo grumbled lost-like. Hungry. He was. He'd forgot. He looked up at the smiling taller one while he smoked. He was comfortable now, even around the other.
"What time d'you want t'spar later?" Hisashi.
"That'z on'you."
"After 1 then?" Hisashi smirked, sitting down in the side chair. He'd brought his own sake cup over, poured from their large container and took one. "I kno'you, y'know." He was referring to knowing that Kasaya would want to reap free alcohol until he couldn't anymore. "Y'fightin' me like that?" He pointed to Kasaya's appearance, sort of disheveled.
"Yeh'yeh." Younger Satoko blew out his cigarette. "I'll fight' how'ever, and I'll'win. Like'always."
Hisashi laughed. "You gunna'be OK t'do it after drinkin?" He scratched his face.
"Ya. You?" Kasaya rolled his eyes, he should of asked that much earlier!
"Nah." Hisashi swallowed, handing the seventeen's menus, Kasaya handed one to Bakugo, who took it. "That was my'last drink." Hisashi held up a peace symbol. "Scout'z honor.'
"Oh shu'up. You'll still lose y'fucker." Kasaya blew out some smoke, sitting up.
Bakugo laughed really hard, blowing out some smoke.
Kasaya smirked at it, turning his head, slightly catching the end of that. Bakugo opened the menu in his lap. Saya thought that that was so funny, it was just a random sudden outburst! He was laughing at them! How idiotic.
"How'bout an audience?"
"Wha?" Kasaya looked back at his brother then, somehow the cigarette still stayed in his mouth as it fell agape. "You'tld 'em?" Instinctive.
Hisashi laughed really hard. "Jus' kinda'came out."
"Fuck. Hate'you."
"We're movin'the party after 1. The exec's, gotta rooftop pent. Lives here, wants us'all in tow."
"You." Kasaya got a bit overzealous, taking his cigarette out with a giant puff, pointing. "You. Too'social. Come'on." He rolled eyes, and banged the menu down on his knee. It was a childlike revolt.
Bakugo smirked. It was funny.
"Wants to'see it with his own'eyes."
"I can't'say no?" Kasaya mumbled.
"See'wha?" Bakugo was kind of following along.
"My'sword." Kasaya shied out.
"Nah. He's paying fo'it all. That sake, $550. I don't have to shell'out a thing."
Bakugo's eyes bulged. Holy. He may be drunk, which he admitted now, but that number? 'Fuck.'
"With that, we got'no choice. We'll go'get the stuff later."
Kasaya waved, butting out his cigarette. "Oh fu, Oi. Whatever. You'kno y'beaten." Kasaya moved up. "Bu, I hate'usin'it."
Bakugo stared, poured himself a cup and took it, listening hazily.
"It's too'precise. In front of 'em, I kno I can, I jus... Fuck. Y'know'why I don't. It's the one'she'd made m'use."
"I'know. Y'gotta get o'ver that though." Hisashi firm. He clinked the hilt up on his sword. "I'm sorry I got'ahead of myself, an'let it fly."
"Well let's make it'quick later'on mh?" This attention he didn't need, he ran a hand through his long hair, head falling some between his shoulders, bangs behind ear.
Bakugo seen. It looked like... that felt good.
"What y'say?" Hisashi motioned to Bakugo. "Y'comin'?" Hisashi noticed that he was watching his brother run his fingers through his hair. He had no thoughts on that one. Maybe he'd just never seen Kasaya with his hair down before?
Bakugo shrugged. Should he? He looked at Kasaya and narrowed his eyes in a quizzical manner.
"Yr'invited. It's fine." Kasaya suddenly said to Bakugo, turning his head to glance at him with a gray eye, which looked deeper in the night, cigarette in lip.
Hisashi's eyebrows raised, he smiled. YES! He asked him along. "Well come'on back t'the table."
"Fine." Kasaya grumbled out. Bakugo grumbled too.
Hisashi stood laughing. "I'm takin' this." He picked up the sake. Kasaya visibly whined. "So, you two'have t'come back now."