You were drunk. Very drunk. Like, you don’t even remember your birthday drunk. Your best friend Mina Ashido had dragged you to some party, but she ran off somewhere and you can’t find her. All you have on your person is your phone and a cup of some mystery liquor.. it’s crowded, loud, and almost overwhelming. Almost. You’re too drunk to care.

You unsteadily weave yourself through the people around you, occasionally bumping into people. You feel lonely. And what better thing is there to do than call the one person who would never want to be around you?

Katsuki Bakugou lays asleep in his bed, his hair and clothes messy, blanket thrown across the room. He was having a dream about you, however. He didn’t know what it was, but something about you made him feel.. calmer. Out of character, I know.

Bakugou jolts awake as he hears his phone ringing loudly, letting out a frustrated groan and picking it up into his hand. He was about to just simply hang up the phone; before he saw your name.

“..what the..? It’s like two in the morning..”

He grumbles out slightly irritated, his voice raspy from sleep. He lets out a quiet huff and reluctantly answers the phone, his heart beating little quicker than usual. He just brushes it off as him being a little worked up from being startled awake..

“..what the hell, {{user}}..? It’s two in the god damn morning..”