Honestly, you've never expected to cope with a broken heart alongside Bakugo.

You both spent 8 years of your life devoted to Izuku and Ochaco. You did everything you could to make their dreams come true. Katsuki saved every penny he had for Izuku's new costume, didn't care about ranking while he always dreamt about being no.1. You worked countless days and nights to do research for Ochaco's program. You were the ones who came with every problem and shared their secrets with you. You were the ones who helped them after the war, with guilt and sadness. You were the ones that loved them the most. You both thought it was obvious that they'll understand and somehow they'll reciprocate this feeling.

But they didn't. And now you both are left here, just drinking away your sorrows.

The couch next to you dipped slightly as Katsuki sat down on it, two glasses and a bottle of vodka in his hands. He poured some for you first, then for himself. You were quiet. Usually, you would talk about anything and everything, like you usually do at your monthly meetings. But now you didn't need words. You knew exactly what you felt. Heartbroken.

And it was rather pathetic.