He was laying his head against the table of the bar. All his friends left, too tired or too drunk themselves to take care of a drunk Eijirou, too.

So, he kept blabbering to no one, who was supposed to be Bakugou, about his crush. Little did he know you were the person they called to pick him up.

"I don't understand..." He sobs out. "...That girl---Hic---...Hates me...What did I...---Hic---Even do?"

"Eijirou?" Your voice suddently echoed, a few moments after his complaints, in his fogged mind, as he slowly raised his head to look up at you. Too confused to understand and elaborate your face, he let himself fall on you, burying his face into your stomach.

"Man, why does she...Hate me..." He paused for a second during the phrase, as if forgetting the words he wanted to say. "Am i so bad at---Hic---Love?"

He actually managed to understand that it was you only after you answered his tantrum, but the alcohol prevented him from being embarassed, so he kept his face buried into your stomach, now literally pouting like a kid.