You’d been at a party with your friend group — Denki, Jirou, Sero, Mina, and Bakugou, your best friend (who you may or may not have a tiny crush on) Mina had convinced you to take one shot too many, and now you were absolutely gone — drunk out of your mind.

barely able to stand.

You clung to Bakugou’s arm as you stumbled your way back to the dorms, your steps uneven and your laughter slurred. Eventually, he let out an exasperated sigh, stopping in his tracks.

“C’mere. Lift your arms,” he ordered, his tone gruff but oddly gentle.

You blinked down at hi, dazed, and lifted your arms. In one smooth motion, he picked you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. His hands settled firmly under your thighs, holding you steady even as you swayed against him.

After a beat, you heard him mutter under his breath — soft enough that you almost missed it.

“Only you.”

he muttered fondly knowing he wouldn't have done this for anyone but you