Fuselage

♡~♡ Chapter 26 ♡~♡

Keiko blanched, hands falling off Katsuki immediately. "I-I didn't realize you w-were-" She inhaled at the fierce scowl.

"I am not yours." Katsuki interrupted, trying his best to be vicious despite the fingers skimming over his boxers.

"I..." she stepped away, "this is killing my buzz, man. You're hot, but not hot enough for this. Thanks for the dance."

Katsuki watched her walk away, at a loss.

What the fuck? Head craned to Eijirou.

"Y'are comin' with me, Kat." Eijirou straightened, grip tightening. "We're gun'talk."

"About what you giant fucking idiot?" Katsuki stumbled as Eijirou dragged him through the crush of grinding bodies to the opposite wall, away from the table. Away from the crowd. Away from the lights and the people.

"Why are you-" Katsuki stumbled as he collided with a couple, "watch where you're shoving me you fuckwit!"

Eijirou didn't respond, didn't blink. His eyes remained fixed on his target, fingers clenching tighter as Katsuki struggled.

The fuck is this? The wall came up closer. It was darker here, subwoofers and speakers facing out towards the crowd made it eerily quieter, shielding the area from the light show.

A couple in the corner were making disgusting noises that made Katsuki's skin crawl. His attention taken off then when Eijirou threw him against the wall, none too kindly, and leaned in close.

"What the fuck is your problem, Shitty Hair?" Eijirou snorted at Katsuki's indignant fury, tucking in tighter despite it. "Why're you- What did you-?"

Eijirou frowned. "Kat, I-" Fists clenched, he blinked looking away.

The only tipoff Katsuki had was when Eijirou looked back up. Something about the way his eyes caught the light, something about the set of his jaw. Ei reeked of determination even when drunk.

And then Katsuki blinked. And lips were against his; hard and painful. He froze.

Katsuki Bakugou froze.

He'd dreamed of this moment a million times, in a thousand different ways and now... now here it was happening. Drunk. In a shitty bar. Lips pressed too hard against his, eyes screwed tight, body held at an awkward distance - no touching. Everything he wanted in all the wrong ways, screaming WRONG! with every instinct inside of him.

Hands rose, shoved against Ei's face, lips parting. Eijirou struggled to focus, fought against Katsuki's palms.

"Kat-" his voice was gravelly, body as far away as humanly possible.

Almost comical, actually.

"You need to sober up, you fucking moron." Katsuki grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in closer, "And once you're good and clear headed I'm gunna beat the shit outta you! What the fuck do you think you're doing you dumbass mother fucker?"

Katsuki didn't give a fuck about the people closest to them who had stopped dancing and drinking to watch the commotion. The couple in the corner had separated now to see what the noise was about.

"Kat-!"

"No, you fucker-" Katsuki pushed and then pulled Eijirou closer, face twisted in a snarl. "I can't believe you'd use getting drunk... you'd actually- Here, of all... after everything?!"

"Excuse me, gentlemen." A man, large in all black approached, "is there a problem?"

"No!" A voice piped up, Mina approaching. "No, my cousin just got too drunk. Obviously our friend-" Mina pinned Katsuki with a harsh glare, "-is trying to help him stand."