He cries to the Heaven above, There is a stone in my heartĖļ½”ā (2.6K wc.)
synopsis : kirishima offers some counselling to a drunken, lovesick katsuki, free of charge. what else are friends for ? #downbad #hesfuckingwhipped #loserboysuki
tags/CW. drinking, katsukis downbad oh he's so downbad, pining, katsu n kiri focused, kirishima is a good friend, katsuki's a lovesick constipated idiot, katsuki's drunk, fem reader, hinted idiots in love, slow-burn ? it's stated that it's been YEAAARS so lol, AH RIGHT kiri drinks from katsus drink and it grosses him out lol, i feel like kiri doesnt mind drinking off others
an. aaaahh i usually wouldnt go for an anime banner but i rlly like this one its so cutesie, thank you frank ocean n sade for the inspo pls go listen to pyramids and pearls while reading this the lyrics probs dont match lol but the vibes r there ! i got possessed while writing this so sorry if its no good but i had fun !
āmind if i sit here ?ā
katsuki looks up, barely even lifting his head up from where itās propped into the crook of his elbow. itās kirishima, already knows that much without even having to look, but he does anyway. to show heās still somewhat lucid.
ādo whatever you want.ā is what he wants to say, but the alcohol still on his tongue prevents him from doing so. he feels lazy, heavy and sluggishāall things he hates. and stupidly, all things heās willingly done to himself.
so he shrugs, a barely there, broken grunt slips past his lips. kirishima takes it as his sign, his chair scooting back and grinding against the hardwood floor of the bar to sit next to the blond, the noise makes him cringe.
āyāknow, i brought us all out here so we could have some fun.ā he says, voice warm.
his chin tuts towards his group of friends a bit further, singing their drunken hearts out on some old karaoke song he canāt make out. everything feels jumbled and he wonders why he even agreed to come, it was stupid.
āwouldnāt have forced you along if you were gonna be so miserable.ā it comes out joking, but without even glancing, from his tone of voice katsuki hears genuine regret in his voice. and even if he wanted to, he couldnāt pin the blame on him.Ā
he knew it was stupid to even go along with the guys plans at a night out. he didnāt care about being the life of the party or brining the mood down, but even then he could find some semblance of fun in kaminariās off key singing.Ā
but there was nothing fun about thisāmoping all night, closed off from everyone because his head was pounding. pounding from the multiple drinks heād knocked back earlier that evening to shut his brain up. he hates getting drunk, the alcohol was never worth the pounding headache the next morning and it didnāt even feel good. quite the opposite, most of the time heād feel on edge and sleepy and irritable.Ā
it wasnāt for himāthis wasnāt for him.
granted, katsuki is grown enough to admit heās made plenty of stupid, uncharacteristic decisions tonight. but heās not stupid enough to get shit face drunk. and he knows he owes his friend a some kind of response.
his voice comes out raspy āmānot miserable.ā he grumbles. ājustā¦not feelinā it tonight.āĀ
kirishima hums next to him, at ease. katsukiās almost envious of his relaxed attitude, but he knows his distress is nobodyās fault but his.
āright well, at least i know you donāt work tomorrow. you wouldnāt be getting black out drunk like this if you had to be up at 5 on the dot the next day.ā he chuckles.
āiām not black out drunk.āĀ
āyouāre about to be.ā kirishima eyes the half finished drink sitting limply in the blondās scarred grip. he effortlessly removes it from his grips, sliding it all the way across to his side. katsuki offers up no resistance and shoves his cheeks into his arms. āletās stop for now, yeah ?ā
with an exaggerated huff, he agrees. āyāonāt have to stick around me, red. mānot gonna pass out. can handle my alcohol.ā
kirishima was never one to force conversation, and when katsuki wished to talk he didāit was a nice balance and katsuki hates how easily the red haired pro could make him want to spill his guts without even having to say a word.
āwhatās wrong with me wantinā ta hang out with my buddy !ā eijirouās warm hand presses to his back, rocking him slightly causing him to groan. āplus you looked so lonely over here it just ended up makinā me sad.ā
ādonāt need you to pity me.ā
āstop looking like an abandoned puppy and i wonāt, man. sāall there is.ā
bakugou glares up at him, but thereās no real heat behind his gaze. kirishima remains unfazed, grinning at him.
āiām fine.ā he maintains, chin jutting forward against the wooden table.
āalright, man. whatever you say.ā
itās silent. so silent katsuki almost returns to his thoughts, the very thoughts that caused him to come here tonight in the first place. it makes him feel sick, feelings and alcohol were never a good mix. ever. he should know thatāhe does know that. but heās being stupid tonight. maybe last weekās villain attack did something to jostle his brain around and cause some kind of never before seen idiot syndrome. the first of itās kind.
without the restrictions of sobriety his thoughts make him scoff out loud. he pouts, petulantly like a child. his hand taps away at the counter now that itās unoccupied. antsyāand yet kirishima remains unfazed. his gaze is turned away from him, but katsuki can tell he thinks he knows better.Ā
that sooner or later heāll spill all his secrets to him, like he was weak willed
well, him and that smug look could keep on dreaming because it wasnāt happeā
āfine ! fuckināāwhatever !ā snapping, bakugou knocks his head to the counter hard, a groan leaving his mouth in irritation ādammit...ā
kirishima doesnāt speak yet, but he simply brings the drink in his hands to his lips, to which katsuki frowns in disgust.
āwhat ? ā he raises a brow innocently āiām not drinking from you ! i spun it around !ā he demonstrates, twirling katsukiās glass forward and back.Ā
āā¦thatās fucking disgusting.ā he groused.Ā
āfāyouāre not drinking it iām not wasting it.ā kirishima objects.Ā
katsukiās head falls forward again. āwhatever, i donāt care anymore.ā
a heavy sigh falls from the blondās lips after a long silence. he takes the chance while his vision is covered to speak into the air.
āi donāt know what the fuck to do...ā
itās weak, slurred and sluggish. he hates it. he hates that he feels this stranded.
āi donāt know what to say, i feel like an idiot. dammit, i feelāāĀ
and itās all because of you.Ā
softly, brokenly he says it with his lips smushed into his shoulder.
āi fuckinā love āer, manā¦ donāt know what to fuckinā do with myself.āĀ
kirishima sighs, he knows he canāt offer any words of comfort and katsuki knows itās because heās done it to himself and there was only logical thing he should do.
well, fuck that, he swears. heād rather die.
āwell, dude. i think you should justāā
āno.ā he speaks adamantly.Ā
āit could help you out even ifāā
āiād fucking rather die.ā katsuki interrupts, fingers digging into his skin. itās embarrassing because somewhere along the lines of his consciousness he knows heās being stupid. unsurprisingly.Ā
āi mean, i knew butāi didnāt think youād let it get you this worked up.ā kirishima bemoans, scratching his hair with a heavy sigh.Ā
katsuki almost wants to get angryāheās the lovesick fool here, not him !Ā
but something else catches him off guardā¦did he just sayāā
āhold up ! whaddya mean you knew ?!ā he denounced.Ā
kirishima looks none the wiser, it does nothing to calm katsuki down.
āwhat ? you told me you did.ā he states casually.
āwha-no i fucking didnāt !ā
āuh, you sure did, man..ā kirishima giggles softly, eyes following the slowly melting ice in glass heās twirling. āyou remember when she had that watch party back in highschool ?ā
thank god he isnāt shit faced drunk, because katsuki can remember that after a blink. he finally sits up, finally eye level with his fellow pro and former classmate.
āno, i didnāt.ā katsuki rubs his hands down his face, a groans makes itās way out of his throat but it more so resembles a whine of sorts.
a smile slowly morphs back onto his friends face, but he wipes his mouth. katsuki assumes heās trying to give him some grace to not laugh in his drunken face.Ā
āyup, you did.ā he affirms again, finishing the last of his drink, down to the ice and talking with his mouth full. āyou were half asleep we know how you get when youāre sleepy. we were walkinā back to our dorms anā i only mentioned how much fun we had, but you kept talking about her.ā the man explains.
katsuki digs his face in his hands āfucking godāā
āthen you kept talking about how she looks when sheās thinking and about how she smelled and how-ā
āi get it !ā he snapped, moving his hands to let his voice project before quickly hiding his face again. kirishimaās chuckle makes him wish he could just blow himself up.
āfuck off..ā he fumed.
āiām not the one stuck with a nine year long crush here, dude.ā kirishima retorts.
fuck, he has nothing to say to that.
and if weāre being honest, he was way past a crush right now. what he felt for you, no matter how much paperwork he threw himself, how many villains he foughtāhow many interviews and karaoke nights he had to endure, you always made your way back to his mind.Ā
he thought if he ignored it itād go away. and when that didnāt happen he decided he could just tell you. but when he realised that it wasnāt that simple, that loving someone that much was heart achingly sweet and terrifying and he got cold feet every time he tried, he decided he just wouldnāt tell you. never ever.
but that wasnāt an easy feat, far from it. besides recovery, this was the hardest thing heās ever done, he believes that whole heartedly.
and now, here he was. shoving bitter drinks back in his throat to forget how much he longs for you. your smell, your face, your touchāand yet it only made him long for you even more.
feelings and alcohol weāre a horrible combination, noted. if ever feels this stupid again, heāll punch himself in the gut and set himself straight.
āi donāt know what to do..ā he repeats, more vulnerable than before. it would embarrass him any other situation, but he knows kirishima well enough to know he isnāt the type to seriously mock him over this.
the man beside him sighs again, itās kind and warm, like the damn good guy he is. katsukiās sure that kirishima had more of a chance with you than a brute like him. he had the type of personality that made everyone want to be his friend and anyone who wasnāt felt like they were missing out. no wonder why heās been climbing the ranks so quickly.
āi really think you have a chance though. i mean, you should see the way it looks from our point of view. you guys are like-head over heels for each other and you donāt even realise it !ā he hums.
katsuki raises a brow once more āthe hell is our ?ā
eijirou chuckles nervously, humming in fake thought āprobably like, the whole class. even todoroki, that was surprising.āĀ
any type of question or exclamation dies in his throat, katsukiās too tired to be surprised about anything else tonight.
āi thinkāme, personally-ā kirishima starts again, shrugging āthat if you talked to her, if you told her, sheād tell you the exact same.ā he insists.
bakugou scoffs, like he hasnāt already tried. ācanāt do that. itās justāā
itās just that, embarrassingly, katsukiās been holding onto these damn feelings for so damn long that heās convinced that no matter when or how he askedāitād never be able to come out smooth or suave. heād end up professing his undying love to you like a bumbling, stupid nerd and heād rather eat a chunk of his own hair straight off the bone than ever embarrass himself like that, even less so if you didnāt feel the same, despite what kirishima affirmed.
āitāsānot that simple..ā he says weakly.
kirishima hums again āyeah, and itās not gonna get any simpler. yāknow, iāve been hearing sheās been kickinā it with someone.ā
immediately katsuki, with the swiftness a drunk loser like him definitely shouldnāt have shoots up to glare at his friend. said friend offers him a sneaky side eye.
his eyebrows furrow āwho ?ā his voice is low, cold ātell me now, red.ā he orders.
āi donāt know ! itās what iām hearing.ā he raises his hands in surrender
āso gossip.ā the blonde rolls his eyes, he canāt believe he got so stirred up on unfounded tabloid claims no doubt. but it still tugs at him. how can he be so sure youāre not seeing someone ? would you even tell him if you were ?Ā
fuck. this is stupid, he knows itās stupid. and yetā
kirishima is turned away, so he doesnāt notice the way katsukiās settled, seemingly sobered up. āwell again, itās just speculation. you donāt have toāā
before he can say anymore, katsuki chair squeals from the force of him scooting it back. he haphazardly throws his jacket on. and shuffles around in his pockets to grab some cash.
āwoah, man ! whatāreāā
āiām going home.ā he growls.
kirishimaās eyes almost bulge out of their sockets āare you kidding me ?! you canāt go home like this, i donāt wanna be the cause of pro hero dynamightās untimely death !ā he protests, trying to sit the man back down.Ā
katsuki swiftly shrugs him off, eijirou worries if his prodding had went to far and his friend called it quits on this evening all together. but his face looks from the rage heād expecte to see.
āso you fuckinā take me home, then. youāre the one who brought me here.ā he ordered, when he turns, he speaks lowly.Ā
āgot shit i need to do in the morning..ā
kirishima snaps out of his stupor in three blinks, pure joy taking over his face that he cannot hide however hard he tries. āokay wellāi need to say bye to the guys, but you can go ahead anā wait outside, iāll tell āem you got sleepy again.āĀ
katsuki, suddenly full of energy, grunts. already walking off āyou better not bring any crumbs in my car !ā he demanded, before the front door bells clink shut with an abnormal amount of force.
after wishing his goodnights, sero makes his way to kirishima for a short chat.
ādāyou get it out of him ?ā he says it lowly, like somehow dynamight himself would manage to hear them from outside sitting grumpily in his car.Ā
āi think so...ā kirishima sighs āi feel kinda bad, though. i did lie to him.ā he admits, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
āthat guyās headās thicker than a cinder block. itās a necessary evil.ā sero offers him a reassuring pat on the arm. ābesides i need them to get that weird stare-down mating ritual over with. i was sitting in between them once, almost grossed me out of my food having them practically whisper sweet nothings into both my ears.ā he jests, āsānot really my thing.ā
kirishima throws his head back and laughs. āletās hope the necessary evil was worth it, then.ā he huffs a final chuckle, making his way to the doorway to his friend, who while determined, will most likely feel like shit tomorrow, for more reasons than one.Ā
āhe said he has to be up bright anā early tomorrow, so wish him luck for that and we should be fine.ā
kirishima brings back a katsuki whoās already limp and pliant with sleep. one already complaining about how much his head is killing him and passed out in bed barely having taken off his shoes.
and kirishima leaves him with a glass of water and his very best wishes.
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