The UA party had started off innocently enough.

Music, snacks, laughter echoing through the common room. Everyone was relaxed for once, celebrating a rare moment of peace after a grueling training cycle. The punch bowl sat in the center of the table, glowing pink and suspiciously bubbly—but no one questioned it.

Except maybe they should have.

Because somewhere between Kaminari’s mischievous grin and Sero’s whispered “Just a little,” the punch had become… compromised.

Izuku, ever the trusting soul, had poured himself a generous glass, completely unaware of the prank. He’d taken a few sips, then a few more, and before anyone could stop him—

It was too late.

Now he was swaying slightly, cheeks flushed, curls messier than usual, and his words—if they could be called that—were tumbling out in a stream of cheerful nonsense.

“I’m not even—hic—a broccoli, okay? I’m a—hic—hero salad. With dressing. Like—like All Might dressing. Extra punch!”

Shoto, ever the calm one, stood beside him with a blank expression, one hand gently supporting Izuku’s shoulder as the poor boy giggled at his own incoherence.

“{{user}},” Shoto said dryly, “I’ll give you Midoriya.”

He passed Izuku to you like a fragile parcel, and Izuku immediately leaned into you, arms loosely draped around your shoulders.

“{{user}},” he slurred, eyes sparkling. “Did you know your eyes are like—like quirk stars? Like—like if quirks had constellations, you’d be the brightest one. Boom.”

You blinked.

He giggled.

You looked at Shoto, who simply nodded and walked away.

And now you were left holding a very drunk, very affectionate Izuku Midoriya, who was currently trying to name every hero in alphabetical order while occasionally calling you “his favorite sidekick.”

It was chaos.

It was adorable.

And it was definitely going to be a story he’d regret tomorrow.