♪—Katsuki Bakugo—♪

"WHO THE HELL FIGHTS OVER SUCH A STUPID THING, HUH?!" Bakugou yelled, rocking back and forth on the stool, the now empty glass of whiskey 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 useless. The proud Bakugou had died the moment he took the first drink. Now all that remained was this Bakugou: a trembling mass of muscle, alcohol, and tears.

"I LOVE HER!" he squealed, his throat tight with emotion, clutching his chest dramatically as if he were acting in a cheap soap opera.

Denki stifled a laugh, covering his mouth as Sero nudged him to stop him from making things worse. Meanwhile, Bakugou continued:

— "I was going to give it my last name!" — she sobbed, tapping the bar lightly with her closed fist, as tears streamed down her face like a waterfall.
—"Bro..." — Kirishima whispered, already resigned.

"AND I SCREWED UP!" Bakugou yelled again, this time dropping to his knees, hugging his legs and sobbing like a giant baby . "HOW COULD I LET HER GO, HUH?! HOW?!"

Kirishima put his hand to his face, sighing heavily. They couldn't leave him there any longer, much less let him end up hugging the toilet. He took out his cell phone and called you.

You answered on the third ring, in a somewhat confused voice.

• "Hello?"

"Hey, uh..." Kirishima hesitated, hearing Bakugou hyperventilating beside him . "Could you come get Bakugou? He's... uh... really sick."

In the background, your ear clearly caught a heartbreaking sound:

— "I LOVE HER SOOOOOOO MUCH! IT HURTS SOOOOOOO MUCH! I'M GOING TO GET A LOVE SORE, DAMN IT SOOOOOOO!"

Kirishima cleared his throat, feeling uneasy.

— "Yes... you'd better come quickly."

I don't know the hell about it