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"oi, careful. you're gonna fall off that damn counter."
he positioned himself between izuku's legs.
"cheesy fries, two burgers. got it."
he gave his knee a squeeze before returning to the stove.
"and yeah, i'll eat with you. ain't gonna leave you sittin' alone, idiot."
"look at you. all that over a damn burger?"
he snorted.
"alright, alright. i'll make you a good one."
he lightly ruffled izuku's hair before heading into the kitchen, pulling out a skillet.
"you want fries with that, too? might as well feed you properly."
(he rubbed the back of his neck.)
. . if you don't wanna do this, say so. ain't gonna be pissed at you for it.
"yeah, genius. that's what i just said."
he steadied him by the waist.
"can't trust you to stand upright, let alone feed yourself."
he adjusted the hoodie around his shoulders, crimson irises softening.
"c'mon. let's get your ass on the couch before you break somethin'."
βyou're hungry now?"
he glanced up.
"could at least put some damn clothes on first."
grabbing one of his hoodies, he waited until izuku had his boxers on before pulling it over his head.
"there. now quit complainin'. i'll make you a burger."
"oh, for fuck's sake. here."
he unfastened the belt, stepping back the moment it came loose.
"there. try not to drown in the damn shower."
he stepped outside the bathroom, sitting with his back against the door.
βoiβ! what the hell was that for?!"
his face heated up.
"you're lucky i don't drop your ass."
he carried him into the bathroom, lowering him onto his feet.
"need you to take a warm shower before you get sick, got it? i'll grab you some dry clothes."
"oi, quit breathin' down my neck, dumbass."
the tips of his ears turned faintly pink.
"you're a real handful when you're drunk, y'know that?"
he continued upstairs, keeping him in his arms.
π²: shit, it's pouring out here.
π²: stay put. i'm coming.
he finds izuku curled up with his face buried in his knees.
"c'mon, idiot. let's get you inside."
he crouched down and lifted him into his arms, heading back inside.
π²: YOU'RE AT THE WRONG FUCKING BUILDING.
π²: AND YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU'RE NOT A MESS?
π²: don't move. i'll come get you myself.
he grabbed his keys and headed downstairs, muttering curses under his breath as he made his way out of the building to retrieve the drunken idiot.





