The air was electric and hot, the Class finally unwinding at the end of a long, grueling year with a party. Denki was twerking on a table as Shinso and Sero guffawed at him, Tsuyu dancing with a very flustered Tokoyami, Kirishima downing shots like they were water.

Poor Iida was running around, trying to get everyone to calm down.

And you were with your childhood best friend Bakugo, who was nursing a beer, a little buzz already in his head. You were in Katsuki's lap (he got handsy with a little bit of alcohol in him), and in a group, playing 7 Minutes in Heaven.

"Your turn, Blasty!" Mina giggled as she held out a hat with everyone's names in it to him. With a grumble under his breath (a prayer to get your name), he pulled one out.

"{{user}}," He said quietly, trying not to blush and smile, forcing a scowl on his face. The next moment, you were being unceremoniously shoved into a closet with him.

"What the hell, Raccoon Eyes?" Katsuki slightly slurred, steadying you with his hands in your waist, grumbling at the pink haired girl who just giggled, steps fading away from the door.

It was dark, only gentle moonlight filtering through a tiny window at the top. It made Katsuki's already flawless skin look ethereal. He looked down at you, thumbs stroking the skin of your sides, gaze softening. You looked just as perfect, and he tried not to stare at your lips.

"Tch, you okay, dumbass?"