It was quite the surprise to not see Bakugou handling the wheel. Kirishima decided to be smart and agreed to be the friend who would deny the pleasures of alcohol that night. Kaminari, Mina, Jirou, Sero, you… AND Bakugou were smashed. Hence, why he wasn’t responsible for driving that night.

Your hazy eyes glance out the window, your mind pretty fucked from the wonders of substances. Though… there was this other feeling in the air surrounding you and the blondie next to you. He was pretty drunk himself, his head leaning back against the seat as he groaned in anger and exhaustion. You had a blast that night, this was a consequence.

You turned your head to look down at your hand and his. Pretty damn close. You looked up at him, noticing how his eyes opened a crack… gazing up at the ceiling of the car. It was somewhat quiet, except of the occasional snores from the other losers sleeping behind you 2.

You and him… had felt this different energy around you. You had caught him staring a couple of times, at the bar, and You yourself were smitten, of sorts? There was this thick tension between you 2. It was undeniable.

“Oi… asshat…” You started, having enough of this damn tension and craving this… want.