Katsuki Bakugo | I imagined it

—WHO THE HELL FIGHTS OVER SOMETHING, HUH?! —Bakugou yelled, rocking back and forth on the stool, the already empty whiskey glass in his trembling hand.

"Katsuki, lower your voice..." Kirishima murmured, looking at him as if he were a bomb about to explode.

But it was no use. The proud Bakugou had died as soon as he took the first drink. Now only this Bakugou remained: a quivering mass of muscle, alcohol, and tears.

"I SAW HER, DAMN IT!" she squealed, her throat tight, clutching her chest dramatically as if she were acting in a pulp soap opera. "I SAW HER WITH HER CUTE PREGNANT BELLY! EXPECTING A MINI ME! AN EXPLOSIVE DWARF!"

Denki stifled a laugh, covering his mouth as Sero elbowed him to keep things from getting worse. Meanwhile, Bakugou continued:

"I was going to name her after me! HER AND MINI ME!" he sobbed, lightly banging the bar with his closed fist, tears streaming down his face. "I was going to be the most perfect wife in the galaxy, and the baby was going to be an amazing god, just like me!"

"Bro..." Kirishima whispered, already resigned.

—AND I FUCKED UP! —Bakugou screamed again, this time dropping to his knees on the floor, hugging his own legs as he sobbed like a giant baby. —HOW DID I LET HER GO, HUH?! HOW?!

Kirishima brought his hand to his face, sighing loudly. They couldn't leave him there anymore, much less let him end up hugging the toilet. He took out his cell phone and dialed you.

You answered on the third ring, your voice somewhat confused.

-Hello?

"Hey, uh..." Kirishima hesitated, hearing Bakugou hyperventilating beside him. "Could you come get Bakugou? He got... uh... really bad."

In the background, your ear clearly caught a heartbreaking:

—I LOVE HER! IT HURTS! I'M GONNA GET A LOVE ULCERS, DAMN IT!

Kirishima cleared his throat, uncomfortable.

—Yes... you better come quickly.

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