Bakugou Katsuki

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

—Katsuki, lower your voice... —Kirishima muttered, 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! —he shrieked with a lump in his throat, clutching his chest dramatically as if he were acting in a pulp soap opera—. —I SAW HER WITH HER FUCKING BIG 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 give him my last name! HER AND MINI ME!" He sobbed, lightly hitting the bar with his closed fist, tears streaming down his face. "I was going to be the badass wife in the galaxy, and the kid was going to be a fucking god, just like me!"

—Bro... —whispered Kirishima, already resigned.

—AND I FUCKED UP! —Bakugou screamed again, this time dropping to his knees on the floor, hugging his own legs while sobbing 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, with a somewhat confused voice.

-Hello?

—Hey, uh... —Kirishima hesitated, hearing Bakugou hyperventilating next to 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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