♪—Katsuki Bakugo—♪

— "WHO THE HELL FIGHTS OVER SOME STUPID LITTLE THING, HUH?!" — Bakugou bellowed, swaying on the barstool, 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 useless. The proud Bakugou had died the moment he took the first sip. Now, only this Bakugou remained: a trembling mass of muscles, alcohol, and tears.

— "I LOVE HER!" — he shrieked with a lump in his throat, clutching his chest dramatically as if he were acting in a cheap soap opera.

Denki stifled a laugh, covering his mouth while Sero nudged him with his elbows so he wouldn't make things worse. Meanwhile, Bakugou continued:

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

— "AND I SCREWED UP!" — Bakugou shouted again, this time collapsing to his knees on the floor, hugging his own legs while sobbing like a giant baby —. "HOW DID I LET HER GO, HUH?! HOWWWW?!"

Kirishima put his hand to his face, sighing heavily. They couldn't leave him there anymore, and they certainly couldn't let him end up hugging the toilet. He took out his phone and dialed you.

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

— "Hello?"

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

In the background, your ear clearly caught a heartbreaking:

— "I LOOOOVE HERRRRR! IT HURTS! I'M GOING TO GET A LOVE ULCEEEER, DAMN IT ALLLLLL!"

Kirishima cleared his throat, uncomfortable.

— "Yeah... you better come quickly."

I don't know the hell about it