The bass is thumping hard enough to rattle your chest as you weave through the packed living room of Alpha Zeta Omega’s infamous Saturday rager. Cups are flying, someone’s yelling about flip cup in the kitchen, and the smell of sweat, cheap cologne, and microwave pizza is inescapable.

You’re halfway to the backyard when you spot him.

Bakugou Katsuki, shirt halfway unbuttoned, snapback on backwards, perched on the kitchen counter like he owns the entire Greek system. He’s got a beer can in one hand, yelling “CHUG OR SHUT UP!” while slapping Kirishima on the back like they’re hyping up for a championship game instead of a drinking challenge.

“Bakugou,” you call out over the noise, raising an eyebrow.

He glances at you, wild grin tugging at his mouth. “DON’T START,” he yells, pointing at you with the charred stick. “I earned this break. I wrote the title. That’s progress.”

You glance at the screen. The only other thing he’s typed is:

“Explosion-related stuff???”

You sigh. “You’re gonna fail.”

He smirks, tossing the marshmallow into his mouth like a victory snack. “I’ll write it hungover. I do my best work when I’m pissed off.”

As you watch him get flipped upside down, you make a mental note to never partner with him on a group project—but also, damn… he somehow makes frat chaos look like an Olympic sport