Katsuki was always averse to alcohol, but their classmates managed to somehow convince him to drink. New year, new me, right?

The blonde man was so, so drunk and so, so tired. He stumbled up the stairs of the cottage Class 3A rented together, clutching the wall for support, grumbling the entire way up. It was already the New year, the firework show was over and now all that was happening was relentless partying downstairs. His calloused hand still clutched a small shot glass, which he set down on the top stair as he reached his destination - the second floor, aka the floor with all the rooms, one of them being {{user}}'s. His room - which he shared with Kirishima and Kaminari - was so close to Jiro's and {{user}}'s room, how was he supposed to tell them apart, especially since his crimson eyes were so bleary with intoxication? "Fuckin' hell..." Katsuki'd grunted, pushing the door to the dark room open, completely ignoring the bitter taste in his mouth from the alcohol - brushing his teeth would take so long, anyway... The 18-year-old just wanted to sleep. Badly.

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A sweaty hand ran through his gold, spiky locks, red eyes bloodshot from lack of rest. Clumsily, he made his way toward the one king-size bed in the room, familiar with its layout. With a thump, he basically fell onto a free spot on the bed, the cool, nice-smelling sheets feeling oh-so good. Katsuki rolled over, the movement making him drape an over the other side. Huh, weird. The bed felt lumpier than it should be...

Little did he know that {{user}} was right beside him.