He cries to the Heaven above, There is a stone in my heart˚。⋆ (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 !
katsuki looks up, barely even lifting his head up from where it’s propped into the crook of his shoulder. it’s kirishima, already knows that much without even having to look, but he does anyway. to show he’s still somewhat lucid.
“do whatever you want.” is what he wants to say, but the alcohol still on his tongue prevents him from doing so. he feels lazy, heavy and sluggish—all things he hates. and stupidly, all things he’s 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.
“y’know, i brought us all out here with us so we could have some fun.” 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 can’t make out. everything feels jumbled and he wonders why he even agreed to come, it was stupid.
“wouldn’t have forced you along if you were gonna be so miserable.” 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 couldn’t pin the blame on him.
he knew it was stupid to even go along with the guys plans at a night out. he didn’t care about being the life of the party or brining the mood down, but even then he could find some semblance of fun in kaminari’s off key singing.
but there was nothing fun about this—moping all night, closed off from everyone because his head was pounding. pounding from the multiple drinks he’d 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 didn’t even feel good. quite the opposite, most of the time he’d feel on edge and sleepy and irritable.
it wasn’t for him—this wasn’t for him.
granted, katsuki is grown enough to admit he’s made plenty of stupid, uncharacteristic decisions tonight. but he’s 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 “m’not miserable.” he grumbles. “just…not feelin’ it tonight.”
kirishima hums next to him, at ease. katsuki’s almost envious of his relaxed attitude, but he knows his distress is nobody’s fault but his.
“right well, at least i know you don’t work tomorrow. you wouldn’t be getting black out drunk like this if you had to be up at 5 on the dot the next day.” he chuckles.
“i’m not black out drunk.”
“you’re about to be.” kirishima eyes the half finished drink sitting limply in the blond’s 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. “let’s stop for now, yeah ?”
with an exaggerated huff, he agrees. “y’on’t have to stick around me, red. m’not gonna pass out. can handle my alcohol.”
kirishima was never one to force conversation, and when katsuki wished to talk he did—it 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.
“what’s wrong with me wantin’ ta hang out with my buddy !” eijirou’s warm hand presses to his back, rocking him slightly causing him to groan. “plus you looked so lonely over here it just ended up makin’ me sad.”
“don’t need you to pity me.”
“stop looking like an abandoned puppy and i won’t, man. s’all there is.”
bakugou glares up at him, but there’s no real heat behind his gaze. kirishima remains unfazed, grinning at him.
“i’m fine.” he maintains, chin jutting forward against the wooden table.
“alright, man. whatever you say.”
it’s 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 that—he does know that. but he’s being stupid tonight. maybe last week’s villain attack did something to jostle his brain around and cause some kind of never before seen idiot syndrome. the first of it’s 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 it’s unoccupied. antsy—and yet kirishima remains unfazed. his gaze is turned away from him, but katsuki can tell he thinks he knows better.
that sooner or later he’ll spill all his secrets to him, like he was weak willed
well, him and that smug look could keep on dreaming because it wasn’t happe—
“fine ! fuckin’—whatever !” snapping, bakugou knocks his head to the counter hard, a groan leaving his mouth in irritation “dammit...”
kirishima doesn’t speak yet, but he simply brings the drink in his hands to his lips, to which katsuki frowns in disgust.
“what ? “ he raises a brow innocently “i’m not drinking from you ! i spun it around !” he demonstrates, twirling katsuki’s glass forward and back.
“…that’s fucking disgusting.” he groused.
“f’you’re not drinking it i’m not wasting it.” kirishima objects.
katsuki’s head falls forward again. “whatever, i don’t care anymore.”
a heavy sigh falls from the blond’s lips after a long silence. he takes the chance while his vision is covered to speak into the air.
“i don’t know what the fuck to do...”
it’s weak, slurred and sluggish. he hates it. he hates that he feels this stranded.
“i don’t know what to say, i feel like an idiot. dammit, i feel—”
and it’s all because of you.
softly, brokenly he says it with his lips smushed into his shoulder.
“i fuckin’ love ‘er, man… don’t know what to fuckin’ do with myself.”
kirishima sighs, he knows he can’t offer any words of comfort and katsuki knows it’s because he’s done it to himself and there was only logical thing he should do.
well, fuck that, he swears. he’d rather die.
“well, dude. i think you should just—“
“no.” he speaks adamantly.
“it could help you out even if—“
“i’d fucking rather die.” katsuki interrupts, fingers digging into his skin. it’s embarrassing because somewhere along the lines of his consciousness he knows he’s being stupid. unsurprisingly.
“i mean, i knew but—i didn’t think you’d let it get you this worked up.” kirishima bemoans, scratching his hair with a heavy sigh.
katsuki almost wants to get angry—he’s the lovesick fool here, not him !
but something else catches him off guard…did he just say—“
“hold up ! whaddya mean you knew ?!” he denounced.
kirishima looks none the wiser, it does nothing to calm katsuki down.
“what ? you told me you did.” he states casually.
“wha-no i fucking didn’t !”
“uh, you sure did, man..” kirishima giggles softly, eyes following the slowly melting ice in glass he’s twirling. “you remember when she had that watch party back in highschool ?”
thank god he isn’t 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.
“no, i didn’t.” katsuki rubs his hands down his face, a groans makes it’s 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 he’s trying to give him some grace to not laugh in his drunken face.
“yup, you did.” he affirms again, finishing the last of his drink, down to the ice and talking with his mouth full. “you were half asleep we know how you get when you’re sleepy. we were walkin’ back to our dorms an’ i only mentioned how much fun we had, but you kept talking about her.” the man explains.
katsuki digs his face in his hands “fucking god—“
“then you kept talking about how she looks when she’s thinking and about how she smelled and how-“
“i get it !” he snapped, moving his hands to let his voice project before quickly hiding his face again. kirishima’s chuckle makes him wish he could just blow himself up.
“i’m not the one stuck with a nine year long crush here, dude.” kirishima retorts.
fuck, he has nothing to say to that.
and if we’re 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 fought—how many interviews and karaoke nights he had to endure, you always made your way back to his mind.
he thought if he ignored it it’d go away. and when that didn’t happen he decided he could just tell you. but when he realised that it wasn’t 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 wouldn’t tell you. never ever.
but that wasn’t an easy feat, far from it. besides recovery, this was the hardest thing he’s 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 touch—and yet it only made him long for you even more.
feelings and alcohol we’re a horrible combination, noted. if ever feels this stupid again, he’ll punch himself in the gut and set himself straight.
“i don’t know what to do..” he repeats, more vulnerable than before. it would embarrass him any other situation, but he knows kirishima well enough to know he isn’t the type to seriously mock him over this.
the man beside him sighs again, it’s kind and warm, like the damn good guy he is. katsuki’s 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 wasn’t felt like they were missing out. no wonder why he’s been climbing the ranks so quickly.
“i 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 don’t even realise it !” he hums.
katsuki raises a brow once more “the hell is our ?”
eijirou chuckles nervously, humming in fake thought “probably like, the whole class. even todoroki, that was surprising.”
any type of question or exclamation dies in his throat, katsuki’s too tired to be surprised about anything else tonight.
“i think—me, personally-“ kirishima starts again, shrugging “that if you talked to her, if you told her, she’d tell you the exact same.” he insists.
bakugou scoffs, like he hasn’t already tried. “can’t do that. it’s just—“
it’s just that, embarrassingly, katsuki’s been holding onto these damn feelings for so damn long that he’s convinced that no matter when or how he asked—it’d never be able to come out smooth or suave. he’d end up professing his undying love to you like a bumbling, stupid nerd and he’d rather eat a chunk of his own hair straight off the bone than ever embarrass himself like that, even less so if you didn’t feel the same, despite what kirishima affirmed.
“it’s—not that simple..” he says weakly.
kirishima hums again “yeah, and it’s not gonna get any simpler. y’know, i’ve been hearing she’s been kickin’ it with someone.”
immediately katsuki, with the swiftness a drunk loser like him definitely shouldn’t have shoots up to glare at his friend. said friend offers him a sneaky side eye.
his eyebrows furrow “who ?” his voice is low, cold “tell me now, red.” he orders.
“i don’t know ! it’s what i’m hearing.” he raises his hands in surrender
“so gossip.” the blonde rolls his eyes, he can’t believe he got so stirred up on unfounded tabloid claims no doubt. but it still tugs at him. how can he be so sure you’re not seeing someone ? would you even tell him if you were ?
fuck. this is stupid, he knows it’s stupid. and yet—
kirishima is turned away, so he doesn’t notice the way katsuki’s settled, seemingly sobered up. “well again, it’s just speculation. you don’t have to—“
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.
“i’m going home.” he growls.
kirishima’s eyes almost bulge out of their sockets “are you kidding me ?! you can’t go home like this !” he protests, trying to sit the man back down.
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 he’d expecte to see.
“so you fuckin’ take me home, then. you’re the one who brought me here.” he ordered, when he turns, he speaks lowly.
“got shit i need to do in the morning..”
kirishima snaps out of his stupor in three blinks, pure joy taking over his face that he cannot hide however hard he tries. “okay well—i need to say bye to the guys, but you can go ahead an’ wait outside, i’ll tell ‘em you got sleepy again.”
katsuki, suddenly full of energy, grunts. already walking off “you better not bring any crumbs in my car !” 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.
“d’you get it out of him ?” he says it lowly, like somehow dynamight himself would manage to hear them from outside sitting grumpily in his car.
“i think so...” kirishima sighs “i feel kinda bad, though. i did lie to him.” he admits, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
“that guy’s head’s thicker than a cinder block. it’s a necessary evil.” sero offers him a reassuring pat on the arm. “besides 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.” he jests, “s’not really my thing.”
kirishima throws his head back and laughs. “let’s hope the necessary evil was worth it, then.” 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.
“he said he has to be up bright an’ early tomorrow, so wish him luck for that and we should be fine.”
kirishima brings back a katsuki who’s 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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