The door to Bakugo's apartment burst open, followed by {{user}} who was helping Bakugo into the apartment, holding him firmly as he staggered, clearly affected by the alcohol.

Bakugo rarely drank this much, but this time, the party had gotten out of hand, and now he was completely drunk.

“Why are you so... so warm?” muttered Bakugo, between awkward chuckles, as if the very idea of talking in that state was funny. His red gaze was clouded, and the blush on his cheeks wasn't just from drinking. “I don't need help.. I can..”