Through his drunken stupor, Bakugou clamoured through the crowd of his colleagues, and straight toward the bar. The overhanging lights shone a harsh glare over the one he was trying to get to.

Though, Izuku's features were not dulled by the blunt lighting, and only served to spur him on. With another languid step, he ends up behind Izuku, a light sheen of sweat covering his forehead, as he heaved a heavy breath.

He took in Izuku's scent, the crisp aroma of dark vanilla and amber suffused into his senses, creating a dangerous haze of desire and longing to get him back home.

"Mm... baby.." Bakugou mumbled drunkenly, taking another lungful of his scent, and groaning. He was salivating. Wanting nothing more than to take him back home.

He leans in, his breath ghosting over Izuku's ear, lowering his voice to a deeper tone.

"What do you say we get out of here..?" Bakugou wasn't asking. Too many damn people here.