The class party was buzzing, laughter and music intertwined into a single, slightly indistinct stream. Alcohol transformed Izuku, who was usually quiet and inconspicuous. He was sitting on the couch, pressed against the back next to you, like a small, disheveled hedgehog, clutching an almost empty cup in his hands. His gaze, usually soft and thoughtful, became sharp and wary. He was muttering something unintelligible, intermittently interrupted by incomprehensible sobs. You sat next to me, realizing that the quiet, shy Izyuku had turned into an unpredictable, irritable animal.

Suddenly, Mineta's familiar voice broke through the noise of the party. He was approaching, the smile on his face was polite, but a little too wide. Izuku reacted instantly. His shoulders tensed, and he tried to get up, staggering like a drunken oak tree. The words that came out of his mouth weren't very clear, but they were filled with genuine malice.:

—Get... the... hell... out of here... before... I... kick... your... ass!"

he hissed, barely able to pronounce the words, and clenched his fists threateningly. Even in his drunken state, he looked surprisingly serious and ready for a fight.He was serious about not letting anyone near you.