Help me home | Midoriya
Cont from [this post] | @dekuscruhb
Todoroki was drunk – obviously so. His slurred directions were so vague: a tall building to his left, a red car to his right, a house with a red roof and a fat cat on the porch… It had taken Midoriya over half an hour to find out where his friend had wandered off to, and it was only thanks to the GPS in Todoroki’s cell that he was able to track him down at all. Fortunately, he wasn’t too far from Midoriya’s apartment. He didn’t mind braving the streets at this hour of the night. He would’ve much rather gone through the trouble than leave Todoroki wandering the streets at this hour, especially when he was so drunk. He was surprised Todoroki was even drinking at all; of all his friends, Shoto was the most level-headed and responsible. Seeing him like this was a little worrying. ❝Yep, you sure are!❞ Midoriya took Todoroki’s slack arm and pulled it over his shoulder, helping the man to his feet. ❝But don’t worry about it! Let’s walk to my apartment, okay?❞
Todoroki couldn’t possibly have said what had happened at this point. All he really knew was that he’d started drinking and hadn’t stopped. It worked out well enough for him, all things considered. He was having fun. He wasn’t even ready for the night to be over, but he had to leave the bar because he could just hear his sidekicks nagging him about his poor choices. It wasn’t like he did this often... He deserved a break every once in a while, didn’t he? He scowled as he wandered, the effects of the alcohol still strong.
He’d had so much to drink that he couldn’t even walk in a straight line. It wasn’t like the bar was far from his apartment, so he set off, only to get himself hopelessly lost. He just knew he made a wrong turn somewhere, but he couldn’t remember. He’d been focusing too hard on not appearing so inebriated, and he failed at that. So, he called the one person he knew he could trust at a time like this: Midoriya.
“What took so long?” he slurred once the other had arrived. In the time it took for him to get there, he’d managed to find a liquor store and get even more to drink-- if only for the purpose of maintaining his buzz. It was such a fuzzy, freeing feeling. Perhaps, though, he’d gotten a little more than he bargained for. “Midoriya! I’m really happy to see you...”
He smiled broadly, nearly tripping over his own feet as he got up. At least Midoriya could support his weight. He tightened the arm around his shoulders in a one-armed hug, empty bottle in his other hand. “Whoa. You have so many freckles. Did you know that?” He suddenly got the desire to count them all, now that he was close enough to see them. “It’s really cute. No wonder you’re such a-- *hic*-- popular hero.” Laughing, he leaned on Midoriya for support. There was definitely no way he was going to be able to walk on his own.
“Okay! Off to Midoriya’s!” God, why was it so funny to him? “Thank you sooooo much for coming to get me. You’re the best.”
