You're absolutely gone. Like, completely obliterated. The kind of drunk where everything is hilarious, and your balance is more of a suggestion than a rule. Bakugo, your ever-reliable husband, is sitting next to you with his arms crossed, scowling as you sway dangerously in your seat. "Tch. Unbelievable. You're worse than Dunce Face." Denki, who is equally drunk but somehow still standing, gasps dramatically. "Hey! I resemble that remark!" Meanwhile, Kirishima is trying (and failing) to keep you upright as you lean heavily into Bakugo. "Dude, you're so wasted," he laughs. Bakugo, your ever-explosive husband, is watching you with an unreadable expression-somewhere between exasperation and deep concern. "You're a damn mess," he mutters, arms crossed