Author Note:

I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I don't have a beta reader.

Updates will hopefully not be too slow, I'm dealing with cancer treatment so I'm out of work a lot haha.

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Hina wakes up on the sofa, groaning as she stretches out. She reaches out unconsciously for the warm man who had held her until she fell asleep, a calloused hand catching hers. Warm lips kissing her palm. The sound of voices nearby catch her attention. A gentle hand cards through her hair helping her to fall back towards unconsciousness. Hina can't help the pleased hum as Hitoshi gently scratches her scalp and for a moment the voices go silent.

"Any word yet on that bastard?" The familiar voice of Hitoshi reverberates through her cheek that's pressed to his chest.

"Don't worry eye bags, we got that fucker." The gruff voice of Bakugou snarks.

"Good." Rumbles through her cheek again, a blanket is gently pulled around her, a quiet "thank you" reverberates again through her.

"Shinsou-kun, you asked for help. What can we do?"

"I don't know yet. I don't know how to help...I found her trying to scrub her damn skin off in the shower." The...the woman Daisuke hurt..."

"...Hina? Oh no..." The voice is heartbroken and Hina desperately wants to make them happy again. Their voice shouldn't wobble like that. A crooked hand takes her stretching one, she has a vague glimpse of wide green eyes and a wobbly smile as she tries to comfort him in her half asleep state.

"Hina darling?" Those delicious fingers carding through her hair stop for a moment.

"Hnn?" She mumbles and then a wonderfully distance feeling takes over her mind, like being drunk. The sound of someone sucking their teeth with a huff echoes distantly.

"Sleep." The command is gentle, warm lips caressing her brow. She falls into slumber, the distant echo of someone asking Shinsou if he should have done that. Then nothing at first, silence, blessed darkness.

And then she is closing her door behind her. That lock clicking into place, a smile still on her lips even if she uneasily looks out the peep whole. Turning, he's there. Hands are around her throat, suffocating. Pain slamming through her as someone throws her to the floor. She kicks out, Hina tries to scream, the hands are back. So tight that she cannot breath and finds her hands slipping.

' I don't want to die ' is her only thought as she stops struggling. Hands are ripping and pulling at clothes, pressure at her hips. Agony splitting her. Daisuke looks down at her, a cruel smile and when he opens his mouth to speak, " Hina? ". The voice isn't Daisuke's.

"Hina?" A gentle voice ruffles the hair by her ear, she smells something spicy like cinnamon. Blinking awake, heart thundering for a moment before calming back down. Kirishima is crouched by the sofa. Red Riot her brain supplies. She's met Hitoshi's old classmates a few times, but not enough to really call them more than acquaintances.

"hn?" She mumbles softly, sitting up slowly. A broad warm hand is placed between her shoulder blades, helping her up. Rubbing her eyes tiredly she smells something amazing, warmth fanning her face. Peaking down a bowl of curry is settled on her lap, scarred hands of Bakugou disappearing back.

"Better eat it Glow Worm. Fuckin' cooked it for you." She blinks tiredly and he rolls his yes.

"Thank you." She mumbles shyly watching as he glances back once and simply grunts.

"Wow, he was actually nice." Kirishima teases before calling loudly, "Baku Bro, where's my curry?"

"Get your own damn curry shitty hair!" Comes the rough reply. Hina can't help the soft giggle. Silence echoes as she takes bite humming happily at the spicy curry. She misses Hitoshi's soft expression as he mouths 'thank you' to Kirishima and Bakugou. Midoriya is quietly talking to someone on the phone.

"Thank you Momo." Hina can hear him murmur and then Midoriya is muttering quickly with the three men in the kitchen. Kirishima sits on the couch beside her, the sofa dipping with his weight.

"You ever met all of Toshi's old class mates?" Kirishima asks conversationally. Hina glances up shyly and shakes her head, shoveling the last bite of curry. It's so good even if the spice is enough to make her mouth melt. She's scraping the bowl clean, a quiet snort comes from behind.

"You fuckin' starvin' the Glow Worm?" Bakugou grumps loudly, stomping over. For a moment she is frozen, fear coursing through her. His crimson eyes flash with something as he holds out a hand for her bowl.

"No, she just hasn't been eating." Hitoshi snaps irritably.

"HAH? Could'a fooled me." Bakugou harrumphs, looking smug. Snapping his fingers expectantly.

"Thank you." Hina stammers shyly, shoulders hunched. Bakugou huffs and ruffles her hair as he passes by. Muttering something about "starving glow worms". Hina giggles again, finding Bakugou's oddly crass behaviors endearing. Kirishima grins in amusement, lounging beside her patiently.

"Sorry...wasn't trying to ignore you. Um...I've met a few but not the whole class I don't think?" Hina hesitantly murmurs shyly. Kirishima grins broadly. All sharp teeth and her pulse quickens briefly at the almost scary look.

"We are probably gonna have a get together. It'll be super manly if you'd come?" He says, grinning wider. Hina blinks and looks in confusion to Hitoshi who snorts. Midoriya offers a kind smile from the table. Hina blinks, having forgotten him there.

"It would be nice if you'd come. Kaachan and I have it worked out with Momo. We're meeting up at a hero only bar near here. We shouldn't be bothered. Of course you're welcome to come! I mean I know I said it's hero only but um.." Midoriya cuts off with a yelp as Bakugou smacks him upside the head.

"Oi! Shut it ya damn nerd. She gets it. Ya coming?" Bakugou directs the last part to her. A small smile curls her lips as she hesitantly nods.

"S-sure." Kirishima whoops beside Hina making her jump.

The bar, if you could call it that, is a large establishment with booths and tables alike. Side rooms with curtains for big groups. Hina glances around nervously. Pushing her brown hair behind her ear, the golden tips of her hair glimmering in the light. The rings of light gold around her pupils expand in the darkness, her vision clearing as she subconsciously bends the light to make it easier to see.

A loud squeal and suddenly something very pink and loud is crashing into her. Hina yelps loudly, Midoriya calling for "Mina stop!" Hina looks back startled as she is promptly drug away to a group of woman. Her eyes wide as Hitoshi shrugs and offers her a smirk. She scowls at him and points at her eyes and back to him. He simply raises a brow at the silent threat as Bakugou guffaws.

"I'm Mina! This is Asui-" Mina shouts excitedly.

"Call me Su. Kero." The frog like woman says, touching her index finger to her cheek.

"This is Uraraka, Jirou , and Momo!" Mina finishes! Hina smiles softly, relaxing in their presence.

"It's nice to m-meet you." Hina says shyly, sitting down in the booth. Mina crowds her in against Momo. The movement of keeping her pinned in and safely between the pro hero women does not go unnoticed by Hina. Even if she finds it slightly annoying at being treated as if weak, Hina also finds it endearing.

"We have heard so much about you!" Ochako says happily. Midoriya stops behind her, pressing a kiss to the top of Ochako's head and pulling up a chair. The other men filing in and filling in around them. She spots Shouto a tall man with six arms that she doesn't recognize.

"Class prez!" Mina shouts excitedly as a man with blue hair and eyes appear. For a moment she is frozen, tall pro hero replaced by Daizuke. She swallows hard, breaths turning shallow and a cold sweat coating her body. Momo slowly grabs her arm, pressing her thumb into the tendon of Hina's wrist until she releases the death hold she has on the table. It's silent, the group studying her.

"I apologize, if this is too much, we can-" The man with glasses and blue hair says. She shakes her head violently.

"n-no I...I a-am oka-ay." She stammers anxiously. Jirou is frowning at her in concern. "You just reminded me of someone...that's all. I'm sorry, I'm Nakamura H-Hina."

"Iida Tenya." The blue haired man says, Iida. His eyes are kind. Not malicious and calculating like Daisuke and slowly she relaxes. The tense group around her breathing out in relief. Drinks are quickly ordered, Hina never used to be one for drinking much. Outside of when her and Mei would get shitfaced. Bakugou forced a fruity drink in front of her and she promptly grimaced.

"What, not an umbrella drink person? Fukin' want sake?" She hesitated and glanced up, biting her bottom lip. Kirishima leaned over, swapping her fruity drink with an amber liquid.

"Wanna try whiskey?" He called out over the music. Bakugou giving the redhead a look. Hina tentatively took a sniff of it.

"What are you trying to get her drunk off her ass?" The loud blonde yelled. Hina gave them both a look and slowly a small smirk curled her lips. Mina screamed when Hina simply tossed it back, swallowing the shot calmly. Slamming it down, she stared Bakugou in the eyes.

"Can't handle whiskey?" She snarked. The whole table went silent as Bakugou's eyes narrowed.

"You're fuckin' on Glow Worm." He called another round, a platter of shots appearing as the table rearranged. Hitoshi put his face in his hands as Kaminari hung off his shoulder.

"Can she hold her liquor or is this gonna be bad?" The electric blonde called.

"She can, she drinks with Mei." Hitoshi mumbles.

"HATSUMEI?!" The girls all squealed, eyeing her.

"yes". Hitoshi sighs as Bakugou's grin turns feral.

Hina snags a shot and downs it without a grimace. Bakugou easily keeping pace as they take shots in an attempt to see who can hold their liquor better.

"Oh dear." Momo sighs, sipping her sake as Shouto shakes his head beside her.

It isn't long before the platter is cleared, eight empty shot glasses sit before both of them. Hina squints at Bakugou as his outline blurs. At least he is swaying somewhat too. He orders another platter, as the shots disappear they both wobble. She slumps against the table sleepily, struggling to focus. Finally she gags on her twelfth shot, Bakugou triumphantly swallowing his thirteenth.

Bakugou has just been declared the winner as Hina slumps. She curls up in the booth passed out against Kirishima's shoulder. A powerful arm wrapped around her waist to keep her from sliding. He notices Hitoshi's eyes on him and tilts his head. Kirishima's phone buzzes in his pocket and he takes it out.

Hitoshi Shinsou

Now: Hurt her and I hurt you.

Kirishima Eijirou

Now: Never would dream of it, it'd be super unmanly.

Kirishima locks his phone, noticing Bakugou squinting over his shoulder at the screen. The explosive blond simply grunts and lounges back, fierce crimson eyes briefly focusing on Glow Worm who is currently cuddled up with Shitty Hair. She suddenly squirms looking half asleep and gently pushes Kirishima's shoulder.

"Can I get out of the booth." She whispers in his ear. Bakugou grunts and slides out to give them access. Kirishima grins brightly and slides out, holding out his hand to help her up when she wobbles dangerously. Neither of the men miss Hitoshi immediately sitting up straight, violet eyes focused on her.

"Bathroom?" Kirishima leans down to ask. She nods and he presses a hand gently to her upper back, escorting her. She's drunk as a skunk and he refuses to leave her alone just in case. He waits by the door as she moves inside and after a few minutes he can hear the toilet flush and water running. He waits patiently until the door creaks and she pokes her head out. She doesn't fully exit though.

"What's up?" He calls out. She wets her lips, small hand clinging to his top as she tugs at him until he bends down to her height.

"I dont feel so good?" She mumbles softly and looks up to find gentle crimson eyes locked on her own.

"Sunshine, you are drunk... why don't we go back to the table and get some water. Okay?" He asks kindly. She pouts but nods, Kirishima smiles kindly again and leads her back to the table. He catches his best friend's crimson eyes locked on them, looking utterly amused as he snickers. Kirishima rolls his eyes and guides her into the booth, water already appearing courtesy of Hitoshi who looks done.

Slowly as the water wets her parched tongue, she finds herself slipping sideways. Head on his shoulder and darkness creeping in. She only finds time to notice the warm cinnamon and leather before falling asleep.

You smell good, she thinks.