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It was all Sero’s fault, honestly.
He's the one who sent out the invitation and convinced Izuku to actually go, so it was all his fault.
Definitely.
Or maybe it was just easier to believe that once the weed hit Izuku's system.
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1-A SQUAD
off brand spiderman
O kay so heres what im thinking
jirou
wow he thinks ?
im shook
off brand spiderman
stfu jirou u bitch
okok but
my parents are gonna be out of town this weekend
soooo
yall wanna come over ?
pinky-pie
sound fun, im in
Class Dad
I do not think that’s a good idea.
off brand spiderman
whyyyyyyy
its not like we can get in trouble
its not in the dorms
greenbean
Yeah, can we even all sign out at once?
maybe Iida has a point yk
pinky-pie
you guys are party pooperssss
off brand spiderman
u guys dont have to come lol
j dont tell any of the teachers abt it
so who wants to go?
jirou
fine i'll go
pinky-pie
meeeee
pikachu
Me too!!!
We’re gonna get litttt lmao
off brand spiderman
denki shhhhh
pikachu
oh yeah whoops
we are not gonna get lit
but we’re gonna have a blastt
Invisible gorl
yeah lmao yall are gonna get blasted thats for sure
Class Dad
I don’t think I undersand what you mean, Hagakure.
pikachu
shhh dw abt it ;)
uwuraraka
omg a party?!?!?!???
im definitely going
Sato
I have a baking competition this weekend so I don’t think i can make it
But you guys have fun
Koda’s not going
koda
um yeah
Sorry
off brand spiderman
thats fine!!
good luck with your comp sato
Sato
ty
THEMOSTFaBLULOUS
I WILL BE THERE
pinky-pie
oh yeah this will be fun
dekusquad
uwuraraka
so who’s going to sero’s party?
Class Dad
If you go I suppose I will go too.
IcyHot
Sero’s party?
uwuraraka
Yeahhh he’s hosting one this weekend and you’re
comin
IcyHot
I have a family affair, so I can’t
Creati
same for me
sorry guys
greenbean
Todoooo
Take me with you
Please
IcyHot
I don’t think I can, Izuku
ribbit noises
What are we talking about?
greenbean
Sero’s hosting a party this weekend
It’s in the main group chat
Are you gonna go?
ribbit noises
I’ll go if you go
greenbean
Tsuyuuuu please
Uwuraraka
deku u are going!!
It’s gonna be so much fun!!
ribbit noises
I guess I’m going as well
Creati
Good luck Mido
greenbean
Frick
ight thanks momo
Class Dad
It is good to see you restraining your language, Izuku!
greenbean
fuck
Class Dad
Izuku, please.
greenbean
No.
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“So why don’t you wanna go to Sero’s party?” Ochako asks as she slides into the seat next to Izuku, her lunch tray clattering on the table.
Izuku sighs. It’s the third time he’s been asked today.
“I’m just not the party type, I guess.”
Ochako giggles. “I bet it’s more of a kickback, you know. Less of a party and more of a people-chilling-under-one-roof.”
He rubs his temples. “I don’t think so, Ochako.”
“But I need someone to protect meeeee,” the girl whines. “What if I get attacked or something?”
Izuku closes his eyes so he doesn’t have to look at his best friend’s puppy-dog stare.
“We’re third-year hero students,” he sighs, “you know at least twenty ways to incapacitate someone. You don’t need a protector.”
“Who needs a protector?” He hears Sero ask and he opens his eyes to see Sero sit opposite him, which was unusual because the BakuSquad usually sits on the other half of the table.
He looks to the left and catches Kacchan’s eye, who in turn flips him off with a sneer.
Izuku tunes back into the conversation just in time to hear Sero say, “so you’re coming whether you like it or not.”
“What?”
“Sero was saying,” Ochako says, picking up the conversation while the other boy eats. “If you stay at the dorm, the only person who’s gonna be with you is Aizawa. And that doesn’t sound like fun.”
“That’s not true, I have Shinsou.” Izuku protests, looking at Shinsou’s usual spot to find the teen shrugging at him.
“Sorry man, Denki’s very convincing.”
He’s probably just going to make sure his boyfriend doesn’t accidentally screw something up, although Kaminari’s control has gotten much better over that past three years.
Izuku tries to find some last-resort options. “Tenya?” He asks. “Asui?”
“We’re both going, ribbit.” Asui cocks her head at him. “You should go too.”
“But why?” Izuku pleads with the table. “I don’t think I’m gonna have fun, to be honest.”
Sero snorts into his rice and looks up. “Trust me, greenbean, you’re gonna have fun. In fact,” he puts his chopsticks down and looks down the length of the table. “Who here thinks Mido should come this Saturday?”
Nine hands shoot up, excluding Kacchan, Shouto, and Izuku.
Fuck.
Ochako pulls on his sleeve. “See, now you have to comeeee.”
Izuku groans and wonders how he got himself into this situation. “Fine.”
Sero cheers.
---
Saturday comes way too fast for Izuku’s liking. He had just come out of his shower to find Ochako sitting on his bed, which meant that she floated from her window up to his and came in through the window.
“Aizawa should have never taught that stealth class,” Izuku says, tightening the towel around his waist and going over to his dresser.
“I’m just here to make sure that you actually come and look good.” She hops off his bed and squirms her way in between him and the dresser.
Izuku sighs and steps back. She’s wearing her new pair of pink platforms, making her head come just up to his chin, a black skirt, and a white crop top under a suspiciously familiar black denim jacket.
“Shouldn’t you be doing this for Tenya?” He sits down on his bed to watch her ransack his closet. “You know, your actual boyfriend?”
“He actually knows how to dress, unlike someone .” Ochako shoots back. “Now,” she turns around holding a stack of clothes. “Go change, we have half an hour before we leave.”
Izuku takes the clothes and goes back into his bathroom. “If this really is a kickback, then why am I getting so dressed up.”
“You never know who you see at a party.”
“It’s literally just our class, Ochako.”
“You never know~”
Izuku rolls his eyes with a grin and looks at himself in the mirror. Light blue ripped jeans, a black sweatshirt, and a navy bomber jacket with gold accents and etchings.
“You have surprisingly good tastes for a person who just steals from my closet all the time,” He comments as he leaves the bathroom and sees Ochako brandishing a comb and hairbrush. “Oh no.”
She smiles up at him, a vaguely dangerous glint in her eyes. “Oh yes.”
---
“Hey guys, we’re here!” Ochako calls out to Tenya and Asui who were standing in the hallway of the entrance of the dorm.
Ochako was right, Tenya did know how to dress himself if you considered his usual casual outfit “knowing how to dress”. Asui looked great, as always. Her fashion tastes had done a complete 180 over the years and now she was dressed in army green cargo pants, a fitted black crop top, and a black beanie with a jacket tied around her waist.
“What took you two so long?” Tenya asks.
“Izuku’s hair.” Ochako laughs, slipping a hand into her boyfriend's.
Izuku resists the urge to run a hand through his hair, now slightly less poofy with the undercut he got from a brawl with Kacchan.
“It looks good.” Asui nods and with that, they were on their way to Sero’s house.
Conversation flowed easily between the four of them as they made their way to the subway and onto the train. Izuku put in his opinion here and there but mostly kept an eye out at all the other passengers on the train, just in case.
Always just in case.
“-Aizawa was so sus when we all put in our heads up that we were going out tonight.” Ochako mentions and Izuku tunes back into the conversation.
“At least he gets some prime time with Mic, if you know what I mean.” He grins and Asuya swats his arm without any force, a smirk playing at her lips.
“You can’t say that, Izu. They have Eri now.”
Tenya clears his throat, “Actually, I overheard Present Mic asking Midnight to babysit Eri.”
Izuku laughs. “Oh my god, they’re gonna bang.”
The girls giggle with him and Tenya shakes his head with a small smile. “Okay, our stop is here. Let’s go.”
Sero’s house is only a ten minute walk from the station and before long, the small group finds themselves standing outside a fenced house with the blinds closed and faint music blasting.
“Um, so do we ring the doorbell?” Izuku finds himself asking. Asui shrugs and presses the button next to the gate.
A moment later, the door opens and Kaminari comes stumbling out. “Welcome!” He whispers-shouts and giggles. As he opens the gate, Izuku can see that his eyes are red and he laughs.
“Kami, buddy,” He slings an arm over the other teen as the others head inside. “Are you high right now?”
“Yeah man,” He chuckles. “You want some?”
“Um.” Izuku freezes. It’s not like he hasn’t entertained the thought of drugs at one point or another, but he’s never been offered before.
“It’s okay broski,” Kaminari says, leading him inside the house, “No one’s gonna force you to smoke.”
The music is louder inside the house and from the doorway, Izuku can see Jirou fiddling with the speakers and her jacks. In the living room around the corner, Aoyoma, Hagakure, and Sohoji were engaged in a very intense game of UNO while Oijiro and Tokoyami were laughing about something on the couch. Kaminari brought him into the kitchen where Asui, Tenya, and Ochako already were, munching on the many boxes of pizza.
“Everyone else is upstairs in Sero’s room, if you wanna join,” Kaminari winks at him and slides away.
Ochako hands him a slice of pizza. “What’s that all about?”
“Don’t worry about it,” He grins and turns towards her. “Just him being himself, you know. The usual.”
She rolls his eyes at him and turns back to Tenya and Asui. He’s on his second slice of pizza when an earphone jack comes to tap him on the shoulder.
“You want a drink?” JIrou calls over the music.
“Um yeah, sure.” Izuku agrees, for some reason.
She smirks at him over her shoulder as he follows her deeper into the kitchen. “A drink or a drink ?” She emphasizes and Izuku muses over it for a bit.
Why not, honestly.
“A drink .” He clarifies.
She smirks and grabs a red solo cup and opens the fridge to grab a bottle of coke. “Didn’t take you for the drinking type, Mido.”
Izuku shrugs. “There’s a first time for everything.”
Jirou studies him. “This is your first time? Like drinking?”
“Um, yeah.”
“Wear this, then,” She pulls a thin black bracelet out of the pocket of her jeans and reaches for Izuku’s wrist. “It’s a quirk dampener,” Jirou explains. “It’s completely base level, so you can still use your quirk, but it’s just so that no accidents happen while you’re wasted.”
“Oh, that’s smart.” Izuku brings the band closer to his face to look at it. “How’d you guys get all this alcohol and shit anyways? I’m pretty sure Kaminari was high when I saw him.”
Jirou laughs. “Sero has a fake, and yeah, Denki’s blasted right now.”
“Are you? Have you smoked, I mean.”
“Nah, smoking’s bad for my voice, but I took eddies with Bakugou earlier so they should be hitting soon.” She hands him the cup. “Here you go, try not to spill it.”
“Kachann took edibles?” Izuku asks as he takes a sip of the drink. It definitely has alcohol in it, but it doesn’t taste like much more than coke and he nods his thanks at Jirou.
“Well if he smokes he might, you know.” She mimics blowing up something with her hands.
Izuku sighs, swirling the drink in his cup. “That’s crazy.”
She laughs again, “Yeah, isn’t it? I’m going upstairs, you wanna come?”
He takes a gulp of his drink. “Let’s go.”
“Let’s go, then.” Jirou repeats and giggles. “Fuck, I’m fucked.” She laughs again and almost knocks herself over.
“Okay, Earphone Jack.” He squats down in front of her and she takes the invitation to scramble onto his back. “You gotta hold my drink and guide me, though.”
“I got this,” She adjusts herself and grabs his drink from where he set it down on the countertop. “Onward, steed!”
“Steed?” He laughed as they walked out of the kitchen. He can feel her chin dig into her shoulder as she nods.
“Steed. Up the stairs.” She points at the stairs tucked away in the corner and he starts walking up to them. “You have to go all the way up because he has the loft to himself.”
“Gottcha.” Izuku readjusts his grip on her and when they get to the door on the third flight, Jirou uses an earphone jack to open it.
“Sup fuckers,” She announced as Izuku walked in. “I’ve arrived.”
“Is that Mido?” Kirishima calls from across the room. “Hell yeah!”
He lets Jirou jump off his back and hand him his drink as he takes in Sero’s room. The room was at least triple the size of their dorms back at UA the and ceiling was slanted, covered with posters of bands and heroes. On the left was an orange wall with a bed and a desk, Sero’s dresser right next to it. In the middle of the room was a huge couch with a TV and beanbags dotting here and there and a coffee table with snacks all over it. To the right were open windows with the blinds closed, the only lights coming from the tv and the led that ran across the corners of Sero’s room, pulsing and changing colors.
Izuku takes it all in and nods. “This room smells like weed.” He finally says and Kaminari cracks up, almost rolling off the couch if Shinsou doesn't catch him.
“Come over, man,” Sero calls out. “Pull a beanbag over.”
He grabs a blue one and settles down next to Kirishima, who’s long hair was pulled into a ponytail for the night.
“Cheers, man,” the redhead says and Izuku taps his cup against Kirishima’s beer.
“Oi, what’s the fucker doing here?” Kacchan sits up from where he was laying down on the couch and sneers at Izuku.
Izuku just raises his drink halfway at him. “Good to see you too, Kacchan.”
Kiri snorts and raises an eyebrow at Izuku. “You wanna hit?”
“The nerd’s never been high before, he can’t smoke.” Kacchan snickers.
“I can do it!” Izuku protests and the blonde rolls his eyes.
“You’re gonna fucking choke, idiot.”
Kaminari, god bless his soul, takes this moment to stop making out with Shinsou and cry out, “Shotgun!” before he resumes sucking face.
Mina shifts on her own bean bag across from them, Jirou next to her. “Okay, but how have you never smoked before? You’re what, eighteen?”
“Woah, we can’t judge him for that,” Sero points out. “It’s not like any of us were smoking before seventeen anyways.”
“I say they shotgun.” Jirou barely says and points a lazy finger at them. “Bakubro and Mido.”
“Like hell I’m gonna let Deku shotgun off me.” Kacchan growls. He has enough control now to not throw around explosions anomy, but a tiny spark still pops up on one of his palms. “Why can’t Ei do it?”
Mina raises her hand. “Because Eiju’s my boyfriend so I think it’d be unfair if Mido made out with him.”
“Just get him high already,” Sero groans.
“Fucking, fine.” Kacchan murmurs. “Come’re, Deku.”
Izuku sighs with a grin and stands up, stumbling a bit. “What the fuck,” he wonders out loud and Jirou giggles.
“It’s the vodka, Midoriya. That buzzy feeling? That’s an alc high.”
Izuku giggles with her and sits next to Kachan, who grabbed something from Mina’s hand. A long tube with a lip and a small canister of something at the end.
“All you have to do is inhale and hold the smoke in your lungs before exhaling, you fucking got it?”
Up close, Izuku can see the flecks of amber in Kacchan’s eyes reflected off the LED lights of Sero’s room, and his eyes themselves were red and glassy. He still had a slight smear, but his shoulders seems looser, more relaxed.
Kacchan rolls his eyes. “Oi, idiot. You got it?”
“I thought Jirou said you didn’t smoke?” Izuku says instead and the blonde groans.
“I don’t smoke fcuking joints, now let’s get this over with.” Kacchan puts his mouth to the top of the pen and inhales, before leaning forward and pressing his lips to Izuku’s.
It’s… surprisingly nice and it takes him a moment to remember what Kacchan had told him before he breathes in and tries not to cough. His lips are dry and chapped, but warm and Izuku tilts his head just barely so their lips slot together. One of Kacchan’s hands came to rest on his thigh and Izuku could feel the heat of his hand like a furnace. When Kacchan pulls away, Izuku looks at him with a dopey grin and breathes out, smoke billowing around their faces.
“Told you I could do it.” Izuku laughs and reaches for his cup, taking a sip. He silently thanks Sero’s light choices so no one could see the blush on his face and ears.
Kacchan scoffs and throws the pen at Izuku’s chest. “Shut up and get high already.”
Izuku settles back into the couch cushions and brings the pen to his lips, hitting the button on the side and inhaling. It’s rougher this time and he breathes out quickly before finishing off his drink.
“So Kacchan,” Izuku starts, taking another hit, “I didn’t know you smoked.”
“I don’t.” He grunts out and slumps into the cushions. “This is the second time.”
“Wait, did you guys do it yet?” Kaminari asks, looking over at the two of them. Izuku takes a long rip as a response.
Kaminari sighs, “Damn. I was hoping to see some action.”
“You’re sitting on some action right now.” Shinsou points out to his boyfriend in his lap and Kaminari snorts.
“Oh yeah, I forgot.”
“Fuck in the bathroom if you two are gonna fuck.” Sero tells them. “Condoms are in the left sink drawer.”
“C’mon, babe.” Shinsou grunts as he lifts Kaminari into the air and into another door that Izuku didn’t notice before.
“Ohhhh, they fuckingggg,” Kirishima teased as the pair walked past him and Kaminari flipped him off.
Izuku laughs, and then laughs again because he didn’t notice himself laughing. Or doesn’t remember? Laughing? Wait he was still laughing, quietly.
“Shut up, Deku.” Kacchan says half heartedly and Izuku turns to him.
“Your hands are so warm,” Izuku whispers, reaching out to grab one. Kacchan’s hands were bigger than Izuku (Kacchan himself was taller than Izuku, that bitch) and so, so warm, like a cat. But also really rough and scarred all over his palm. His fingers were also calloused in all the right places and Izuku giggles. “You have really nice hands, Kacchan.”
“He tripping.” Sero says, bringing the pen to his lips. The pen that was just in Izuku’s lap. And wasn’t anymore. Okay, maybe he’s tripping. Just a little bit.
Izuku looks around and the world spins a bit. Kirishiman and Mina were now sharing a joint, Jirou was nursinging another red solo cup and talking to Sero and Izuku looked back to find himself halfway in Kacchan’s lap.
“Kacchan,” he stage-whispers, putting a hand on either side of Kacchan’s face. His face was really soft, like really soft. But his chin wasn’t, for some reason.
O h yeahhh Kacchan shaves haha.
Wait what was I doing?
“Kacchan,” He tries again, “I think i’m,” he lowers his voice, “ high .”
Kacchan snorts but doesn’t move his face, surprisingly. “Yeah, no shit, Deku.”
Izuku nods slowly as the room spins again and he brushes a finger across Kacchan’s lips while biting his own. And again and again before Kacchan grabs Izuku’s wrists with his hands.
“What are you doing?” Kacchan whispers hotly.
Hehe, hotly. Everything about Kacchan is hot. His hands… his face… his body like goddamn.
Izuku blinks at him, cocking his head to the side. “You’re really hot Kacchan.”
“You’re dumb,” Kacchan tells him before crashing his mouth onto Izuku’s and oh my god .
It’s so much hotter than before. Kachan gets a hand under Izuku’s ass and pulls him fully onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Izuku presses forwards a little bit before pulling away with a tug of Kacchan’s lower lip. Izuku’s hands are still cupping Kacchan’s face and he starts to say something before Kacchan drags him down for another kiss.
“You talk too fucking much.” Kacchan says against his lips and Izuku just smiles.
“Then give me a reason to shut up.”
Kacchan chuckes with a sharp grin. “Oh trust me, I will.”