Hizashi shoved his overflowing cup of liquor into Izuku's face. The thick assaulting smell made him wrinkle his nose and turn away. Izuku was never much of a drinker. His mom was always good at keeping him ignorant to the dangerous things of life. Especially alcohol. She told him terrible story after story of drunk escapades. Up until recently, he had never even seen alcohol in person. Then, his fellow teachers dragged him to a bar and downed liquor like water. In their drunken state, they didn't notice the addition of a group of female heroines. Midnight entered the room followed by: Miruko, Mandalay, and Ryukyu.
Izuku drifted towards Mandalay in hopes of escaping a drunk clingy Nemuri. Sadly, Mandalay drank like an alcoholic. She repeatedly downed shots of tequila and cans of beer. Izuku would've been impressed if not for the knowledge that she would be in unimaginable pain the next morning. Slowly, he slunk away from the drunkards and found himself next to Ryuko Tatsuma, aka Rykyu. She happily sat alone and swished her single glass. She greeted him with a smile.
"Midoriya, I presume. I've heard mighty fine things about you." She stated politely.
"Ahh...yeah. I'm Izuku Midoriya. It's good to meet you." Izuku awkwardly replied. They exchanged an awkward handshake and curt nod. Suddenly, the atmosphere turned awkward and Izuku couldn't help worrying. Was that the wrong move? Did I mess up already? Should I have kissed her hand or hugged her? Oh God, did I ruin this whole night for her?
"So...Midoriya do you often drink with your companions?" Ryuko asked.
"Huh?! Oh...No. Not really. This isn't really my kind of thing...They just dragged me here." Izuku stumbled out. She breathed out a sigh and looked relieved.
"Thank goodness. I thought I was the only one." Ryuko stated.
"Do you not drink either, Ms.Ryukyu?" Izuku respectfully asked.
"Please, Tatsuma is fine. And No. I don't really enjoy alcohol." She replied. The two continued to chat amongst themselves as the others drank to their hearts content. Aizawa and Hizashi began to sing a random persons current ringtone. Rumi continued drinking and challenging the horny, drunk me to arm wrestling. Nemuri and Mandalay hugged each other tightly and cried. They muttered to each other "I can't believe we aren't married yet. We're so beautiful why can't someone love us." Izuku cringed at their embarrassing display. Rumi pumped her fist in triumph as she beat her last opponent. Then she walked over to the two sober idiots. She threw her arm each of their shoulders and leaned in close.
"You two are such killjoys. Why can't you two just let loose? You're too strung up. Ryu, you need to get laid." Rumi muttered. Her statement drew a blush from Ryuko's face.
"R-R-Rumi that's not appropriate." Ryuko protested. However, Rumi had other plans.
"It's simple. You either drink until you're drunk, or I tell your new friend about how you satisfy yourself." Rumi whispered in her ear.
Ryuko promptly stood up and exclaimed "I am drinking." Izuku looked surprised and betrayed but rejoined his coworkers. Ryuko began drinking everything that Rumi set in front of her. Slowly, she began to unwind and let loose. From his position he could see her slightly red face lean toward a flirting man. She sniffed him and turned away disgusted. She did that to a few more men. Meanwhile, Izuku again refused Hizashi's proposed drink. Suddenly, a Nemuri slammed up against his side.
"Join us. Drink up, baby~." Nemuri seductively whispered in his ear. He backed away hurriedly. However, Hizashi and Aizawa began chanting "Drink Midoriya Drink, Drink Midoriya Drink." Quickly, the chant caught on and half the patrons were cheering on the blushing and anxious teacher. Finally, he took one look at the glass and sighed.
"Jeez, fine. It'll just be this one." Izuku downed the shot and quivered in disgust. Done. That wasn't that bad. I don't even feel that drunk. Mandalay slammed four more shots of tequila in front of him. She drunken and angrily said "Drink." Izuku, fearing for his life, drank the shots until Mandalay herself passed out. Izuku couldn't even understand what he was doing. Every sentence was interrupted by a drunk hiccup. Apparently when he gets drunk, Izuku turns into an outgoing clown. He told jokes and poked fun at his once old friends. Even making fun of the stories his mother told him of alcohol.
Toward the end of the night, or well early morning, Izuku lost track of who he was talking to. All he remembered was Nemuri pushing him into some girl and them hitting it off. He loosely remembered some bits of conversation. "You drink often?" He asked
"Maybe, I can't quite remember right now." She replied while lightly swaying.
"Do you like these kinds of scenes?" He asked again while attempting to right himself.
"Not my forte, but they have a wide range of prospects." She responded. Izuku felt perplexed by the word prospects.
"Prospects? What kind of prospects?" He enquired.
"The sexual kind." She suggestively replied. Her response made him gulp in anticipation. "Would you like to find out?" She continued.
"I-I'm down if you are." He nervously replied.
After that, he remembers going to another bar and drinking more. Then he vaguely removers snippets of other trips before reaching her house. Are you sure...Ok...I'm down...Yes right now...again...Midoriya...actually Midoriya...congratulations.
She unlocked the door and turned around "Don't be surprised by what you see." Izuku nodded. Surging with alcoholic confidence, Izuku rushed forward to capture her lips in a searing first kiss. Holy Moly, that was my first. Happily, she reciprocated the kiss and raked her nails down his chest. Izuku picked her up with a steady grip under her thighs and kicked the door closed. After being guided into her bedroom, he sat down on the bed with her in his lap. Aggressively, they continued to make out. He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Incidentally, the action caused her to gasp and shiver. Eventually, they broke apart and he attacked her neck. She, however, dug her face into his collarbone and inhaled his scent "You smell so enticing." Izuku could only respond by licking a stripe down her neck to the edge of her shirt and then leaving a hickey at the exposed flesh. Their hands explored each other's skin and helped remove their clothes. Finally, Izuku held her in his lap and admired her naked body.
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AN: Let me know if you want smut, or lemon, here. If so, I'll update it and repost this chapter.
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Izuku understood his mother's warnings now. Alcohol was not to be trusted, ever. When he got past the throbbing pain rebounding in his skull, he noticed the ruby shine coming from his finger. Once he closely inspected it, he noticed. ITS A WEDDING BAND!!!!!! The gold band with a ruby in the center blew his mind. Suddenly, he eyes caught a green glint over his waist and dangerously close to his lower extremities. Gingerly, he moved the hand away from his junk and saw a similar wedding band but with an emerald instead of a ruby. The two bands next to each other sparked his mind and memories evaporated the fog of drunkenness. We got legally married and exchanged drunken vows, and HAD SEX. Hot steamy sex that lasted way to long to be my first time. Or my second...Or my third...or even my fourth. We did it a lot huh. Softly, Izuku tried to get out of bed and collect his thoughts...and clothes. Ya those too.
Ryuko woke up to a splitting headache and a numbness below the waist. Jeez what happened last night. She moved the cover and looked around. Good he left. Whoever I had sex with, decided to leave. Good. I'd hate to have an awkward morning after conversation. Upon putting on her panties and a spare shirt, she noticed a ring on her hand. I don't remember buying this. When did I get this? It looks suspiciously like a...WEDDING BAND?! DON'T TELL ME. I couldn't have gotten married. While her thoughts were occupied, she failed to notice said man was sitting at her table drinking tea. Izuku nervously waved "Yo." Ryuko looked at him, then his hand. There on his hand was shiny wedding band to match hers. On one hand she was relieved that it wasn't some sleaze-ball, and on the other hand worried about what to do next.