Katsuki folds his lithe arms across his chest in a manner of confrontation but Izuku doesn't seem even the slightest bit intimidated by the display which, as one could imagine, pisses Katsuki off to no end. Back in the day, a single glare from Katsuki would have been enough to have Izuku cowering with his metaphorical tail between his legs but now the alpha just stands there, staring him down with an air of amusement as if Katsuki's attempt at being scary was a joke.

He's so fucking annoying.

It's bad enough that he's being a little shit but now he's somehow managed to rope Katsuki into his egotistical bullshit for the third or fourth time that night. It would be a different story if Dabi had actually been bothering anyone but Izuku was the one keen on starting a fist fight in the middle of the party for no reason at all. If those two meatheads had some sort of personal beef to settle between the two of them then they could settle it in the ring and not at Katsuki's home where they were supposed to be enjoying themselves. 

"What the hell is wrong with you, pickin' fights with every fuckin' body?!" He finally explodes after a long moment of brewing silence, hands flying about incredulously  as he's visibly irked by Izuku's behavior. The alpha turns his nose up at him like the giant man-child that he is.

"Funny you should ask. Sounds a lot like someone I used to know." 

Used to? 

"This isn't about me!" 

Deku bristles at him. "Fucking whatever! Don't act like this is my fault when you're the one parading and dancing around in my face with my rival! If anything, you're the one starting fights."

Is he fucking serious?

"Are you out of your mind?! I don't owe you shit, Deku! And I will dance, date, or fuck whoever the fuck I fuckin' want!"

They stare each other down for all of ten seconds before Katsuki yields with a suffering sigh, wiping a hand over his face to keep himself from yanking at his hair in all of his frustration. 

"Look. Could you maybe be less of an ass? For the party—for my mom who put so much work into this? Please." 

"Wow! A please from Katsuki Bakugou?!" 

"Oh my fuckin' God! Could you be any more of a damn child, you shitty nerd?!" 

"You yelled at me earlier and now you want a favor from me?" 

"I yelled because you were being a dick!" 

"Takes one to know one." 

"Fucking die! God, I hate you!" 

Izuku laughs—he laughs and it sends a simmering heat to the depth of Katsuki's very being. 

He's not hot, he's not.

Nothing about this nerd is attractive. 

Katsuki definitely didn't want to jump his bones or some ridiculous shit like that. 

"Hey boys, you busy?" Masaru interrupts, poking his head into the hallway that Katsuki had dragged Izuku into in order to scold him. Izuku responds to the older alpha with a smile. "No way, Mr. B. What's up, did you need somethin'?"

Masaru returns his smile with a gentle one of his own. "I told you to just call me Masaru, son. I was wondering if you two boys wouldn't mind making a store run to grab some more drinks and chips. We're running a little low outside and your mother and I have had way too much to drink to be driving." 

Which is just a really polite way of saying that Mitsuki is sloppy drunk and that leaving her to herself was a bad idea.

"Sure, we'll go get it." 

Katsuki whips his head back around to face the alpha with an incredulous gape. 

"Fuck do you mean we?" 

"As in us, Katsuki. You and I. Get with the program; I thought you were a smarter cookie than that." 

"Don't volunteer me for shit, nerd—"

"Okay, thanks boys!" Masaru quickly exits before he can get dragged any deeper into their quarrel, leaving Katsuki to fend for himself. Izuku grins victoriously.

"Get a move on and let's go, Cupcake. It ain't like we've got all night." 

"I ain't goin' anywhere with you, Deku. Why don't you just take Angel Face?" 

"It's your party, dipass. Be a good host." 

"Your logic is lost on me. If it's my party then shouldn't I be the one to stay here?" 

Katsuki nearly curls in on himself when Izuku quickly advances on him and cages him between the wall and his massive body. He mutely wonders if this was how Izuku had felt all those years ago. There's an inquisitive look on his face, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. 

"You sassin' me, pipsqueak? Cause it looks a hell of a lot like you're sassin' me from this angle." 

Talk about a total role reversal. 

"I'm just confused as to why—"

"You're going." 

"Guess I'm fuckin' goin." Katsuki echoes in surrender just as Izuku cuts him off and backs away to grab his keys. The alpha rolls his eyes. 

"Shut up, Kacchan." 

"Guess I'm shuttin' the fuck up." 

"You're so fuckin' annoying." 

"All the more reason I shouldn't go." 

"Get your ass in the fuckin' car." 

"Gettin' my ass in the fuckin' car." 

#

Katsuki was absolutely not getting his ass in the fucking car. Not when Izuku wholly reeked of Vodka, smelling like he'd bathed in it. 

"Are you drunk, Shitty Deku?" 

"I plead the fifth." 

"You little shitbag—you are. Gimme the goddamn keys. I'm driving." 

Izuku chokes out a loud "HA!" and snorts around his own obnoxious laughter.

"Absolutely the fuck not. Nobody drives Isabella but me. It's just a couple of beers; we'll be fine." 

Isabella? He's so damn corny.

Katsuki folds his arms defiantly. "Well that's tough shit then, cause I ain't gettin' in this death trap with you knowing that you're shit-faced." He argued and Izuku rolls his eyes once again. "Since when the fuck were you considered a responsible adult? Besides, I've already told you that I'm fine. Get in the car." 

"Count backwards from ten." 

"What?" 

"Count backwards from ten. Do it, so that I know that you're sober enough to drive." 

He's met with silence as Izuku's narrowed eyes meet his gaze and Katsuki throws his hands upward in exasperation.

"I think the fuck not! You're not gonna kill me with your drunk driving, Deku!" 

"You're being dramatic. Get in the fuckin' car or I will put your ass in the fuckin' car." 

Katsuki considers it for a moment but stands firm nonetheless. 

"How bout no?" 

"Suit yourself." 

You'd think that a hulking lout like Izuku would move a little slower under the influence but by the time that Katsuki even registers that the alpha is coming for him, he doesn't have the time to make a run for it. Large hands wrap around his shoulders and usher him towards the car, artfully shoving him into the passenger seat and ignoring Katsuki's protests all the while. 

"Okay, fucker, fine! Quit tugging so hard!" 

"Knew you'd see it my way." 

"Not like I had a fuckin' choice." He secures his seat belt vehemently and whispers a short prayer as Izuku fits himself into the driver's seat with a rather dull expression, waiting for Katsuki to settle himself and finish his dramatics. 

"Are you finished or are you done?" 

His snark earns him a smack to the shoulder. "Fuck you. I can't believe I'm gonna die on my first night back at home just because you want to be an irresponsible dickhead and drive with an ass load of alcohol in your system." The car starts with a roar and Izuku makes a show of pulling out of his parking space. 

"I'll go real slow for you, Kitty." 

"I hope they cremate me so I don't have to share soil with your sorry ass." 

Izuku retaliates by going heavier on the gas just to see the look on Katsuki's face as they rocket down an empty stretch of road. The blonde digs his nails into the leather of his seat and tries to grab the ceiling for purchase, breath caught in his throat as Izuku screams his laughter at him. 

"Aw, don't tell me big bad Kacchan's afraid of a little speed." He laughs, "You're such a virgin. If you weren't in such denial about how much of a bratty twink you are then maybe you'd get yourself laid and learn to loosen the fuck up a little."

The blush on Katsuki's face makes him look all blotchy and flustered. His breath is stolen from him once more as Izuku goes soaring through a sharp turn.

"Fucking excuse you?!" 

Izuku is enjoying this more than he should.

"Am I wrong?"

Then there's that cocksure smirk on his face and Katsuki wants to eat him. 

Mostly kick him. 

But definitely some other stuff, too. 

His answer comes out hysterically. "Fuck you for thinking that I can't get any, you nerd! I've had boyfriends before and I've been fucked plenty! And don't call me a fucking twink again or I'll bust your balls with a hammer."

"Well then why are you getting so defensive about this if it's not true?" 

"Because it's my ass, you fuckwit." 

"And I never said that you couldn't get laid, I just naturally assume that you don't. Could you blame me, though? With that nasty alpha complex of yours, I don't imagine that any of us are good enough for you to spread your stuck-up little legs for." The alpha snorts. "That being said, it would be absolutely insane of me to think that no one has ever approached your pretty little ass with the intention of takin' you down to pound town. You're mean as all hell but it doesn't make you any less hot. " Izuku bites down on his lower lip with a rather obscene moan, never once taking his eyes off of the road. Katsuki audibly swallows around the lump in his throat. His skin feels hot to the touch.

"Oh..." 

"Yeah. But you know, with a reaction like that I'm still pretty convinced that you actually are still a virgin." 

"Fuck off, Deku!" 

#

Katsuki nearly bites Izuku's head off when the alpha attempts to help him load the heavy beer cases into their shopping cart.  The freckled alpha had held his hands up in surrender, watching with an overly enthusiastic grin as Katsuki chose the biggest boxes and struggled to heave them over into the basket, arms shaking all the while.

Sure, he'd gotten more buff over the last eight years but the curse of biology had only offered him so much strength which was ironic considering the fact that he'd only been so obsessed with working out and gaining muscle because he was in denial about presenting as an omega. Accepting it was quite a hurdle for him but he'd learned a lot about life during his time away from home and, eventually, was able to let go of his terrible alpha complex after much experience and plenty of self reflection. In turn, he'd learned to be softer—that every action doesn't deserve a reaction from him and that he didn't have to be so shitty to people all of the time. 

Not that he'd ever admit to Deku of all people that he had an alpha complex to begin with. 

But to make a long story short, he's matured. 

However, it would seem that life has treated Izuku much, much differently. Instead of going off to college, the boy who used to be a bookworm joined the Pro Alpha League and learned that he didn't have to be nice to everyone. That it was perfectly fine to be a dick sometimes and that it was even better to be confident—though most people would argue that he was just bordering on arrogant at this point. Izuku figured out that he didn't owe the world a damn thing and his entire personality had changed. Katsuki has yet to figure out whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.

Izuku pauses in the aisle, whistling as he grabs a bottle of rum that has caught his eye. 

"Now what's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this? I'd love to take you home with me tonight." He purrs and Katsuki, genuinely confused, just stares.

"Are you flirting with that bottle?" 

He watches Izuku pluck another bottle from the shelf below, absolutely mortified when the alpha sticks out his tongue and pretends to drag his tongue up its side with an exaggerated moan that grabs the attention of other shoppers nearby.

"She's got a cute friend, Kacchan, and it looks like they wanna have a threesome with me." He leans in closer and whispers to it as if he's telling it his deepest secrets. "And I am absolutely gonna wreck them both."

Well.

It's kind of comforting to know that Izuku is still a corny little dork at heart.

"Gross. Are you such a loser that you have to stick your dick inside of inanimate objects just to pretend that you're getting laid? And quit doing that; you're fuckin' embarrassing me."

Izuku stands with a suffering sigh, arms dropping to his side as he turns his slightly irate expression towards Katsuki. "Do you ever just chill the fuck out and laugh? For fuck's sake, we're supposed to be celebrating and you're acting like a wet blanket. If you're jealous then I can share, you know. Have a little orgy. All you have to do is ask." He wiggles his brows at him and Katsuki wants to laugh—but he won't because he's not gonna give Izuku the satisfaction of knowing that he's actually kind of having a good time.

"Stop that." 

The alpha shrugs and puts the bottles into the cart.

"Fine, I won't share, then. You're probably a complete lightweight anyway." 

"I am not." 

"Yeah?" 

"Yeah!" 

Izuku reached over Katsuki to grab another bottle from the shelf behind them. 

Hennessy. 

"Then how 'bout the two of us split this baby in the spirit of homecomings, yeah? Unless you're too pussy to handle it." 

Katsuki bristles at this. Truth be told, he is quite the lightweight. He found earlier on in his college years that the absolute most that he could handle without falling flat onto his face would be a couple of beers. He's fairly intolerant to most alcoholic beverages so he does tend to steer clear of them.

Not that Izuku needs to know.

"You're just trying to get me drunk so that it's easier for me to make an ass out of myself in front of everyone." 

"You're worried about that? We can drink it alone if that makes you feel better."  

"Fuck would I do that for?" 

"You saying you don't trust me?" 

That's exactly what he was saying. 

Izuku moves into Katsuki's personal space for the umpteenth with that shit-eating grin on his face. 

"Drink it with me." 

"I'm not—"

"Drink it." 

"Deku—"

"Drink it." 

"Fuckin' stop—"

"Drink it." 

"Why do you—"

"Drink. It." 

"Fine!" 

Satisfied, Izuku adds the bottle of brown liquid to the cart and damn-near rides it to the register like a giddy teenager. Katsuki has a sinking feeling that he's going to regret his choices later.

#

It was no secret that Katsuki was a fairly wild and unruly teenager. He partied hard during his high school years and earned himself quite a reputation with the townsfolk. Most of the adults in their little quiet square of heaven weren't too hard up about underaged drinking since being from a small town meant that almost everyone in their community knew one another. People looked after one another. You were always safe if you were with your own—with people that you trusted. Between him and Mina, their town was always lively and full of drunk shenanigans.

At least, that's how it was before he left. 

Now, it would seem that Izuku had taken his spot as Wimberly's best party animal.

Upon returning from their store run, Izuku (and the several cases of beer they'd bought at the store) had somehow gotten roped into a...keg-stand contest? Where the hell did those kegs even come from?

It ended with Denki, Izuku's challenger, puking his lungs out in the nearest trash bin while Izuku flexes his muscular arms in victory, spurred on by the cheering of his friends. Katsuki watches as the large man plops down into his seat, a rather attractive blonde girl settling in his lap and running a dainty hand over his chest. Katsuki vaguely recognizes her as a girl that used to be the cheer captain for their high school's rival football team. Kira? Carla? Something like that. Katsuki shouldn't be too surprised. She's always been the type to go after rich guys and rude jocks.

Izuku wraps an arm around her and whispers something undoubtedly naughty in her ear if the way that she giggles is of any indication at all.

Katsuki feels himself gag. 

Instead, he busies himself with loading the unopened alcohol onto the drink table and cleaning up the mess of empty bottles and half empty red cups. Honestly, people are such slobs! Who the hell comes to someone's house just to leave it like this?

"Yo Kitty, c'mere~" 

Katsuki hardly has enough time to face his assailant before he feels her grab a hand full of his asscheek. He lets out an involuntary squeak and he jumps away from her touch, finding himself literally pressed between some tits and a hard place as the cheerleader bitch presses up against him. He can tell by Izuku's howling laughter that the look on his face must be priceless. He doesn't have any proof but he's almost certain that the stupid alpha moron was the one to put her up to screwing with him in the first place.

"Excuse me, do I know you?" He's being as polite as he possibly can in a situation like this one but her pout only serves to irritate him even more. "Aw, you don't remember me? It's Camie, baby. I'm the one that almost took your sweet virginity."  
Oh. 

Ohhhhhhhh.

Yikes. 

"O-Okay. I mean, I guess that I can vaguely remember you? What do you want?"

This doesn't seem to be enough to deter her. "Just wonderin' if you wanna come home with me tonight and make up for lost time. You look like you could use a good fuck and your ass is absolutely bangin' in those jeans." She licks her lips and gives him another squeeze, giggling as Katsuki nearly jumps onto the table to avoid her grasp. Izuku is having the time of his life, crooked hands clutching at his gut as he laughs so hard he has tears streaming down his face. Shouto scolds him with a smack to his shoulder although he's doing a terrible job at hiding his own laughter by tucking his chin down against his chest. Sero and Denki have to hold each other up to keep from collapsing onto the ground in a heap of laughing dumbass. 

Assholes. The lot of them. 

"Ayo, what the fuck? Are you fuckin' drunk or something?  

"I mean, yeah, I'm fuckin' lit fam. But what's that gotta do with anything? C'mon, baby, I'll make it worth your while. I'll let you deep in this yummy—" 

"OH-KAY, thanks but no fuckin' thanks, creep. I'm not really into beta females and even if I were, it wouldn't be a slut like you. Would you let go of my ass, already?" 

And she complies but not before copping one last feel. She releases him with a haughty huff.

"What a bitch. Whatever, you're probably a shitty lay anyways." 

Katsuki glares at her. 

"Rather be a shitty lay than an easy one, you cheap whore." 

There's a sudden flash of purple at Katsuki's side and a scrawny arm wraps around his shoulder. The flaxen blonde can't help but sneer as he feels his skin crawl at the physical touch. The hell is a creepy little bastard like Minoru Mineta doing here, anyways? Katsuki vividly remembers kicking the shit out of him even worse than he'd kick the shit out of Izuku. Katsuki's not sure if it's because of the purple little shit's perversion or because of his lack of a real personality, but just hearing Minoru breathe used to piss him the fuck off.

Doesn't seem like much has changed about that.

"Ladies, ladies! No need to fight; I'm sure there's a way to make this little rendezvous fun for all of us involved."

The former cheerleader cringes in disgust, shoving his hand off of her as if just touching him would infect her with some horrible disease.

"I ain't fuckin' you again." She declares and walks off, but not before swiping another beer from the cooler and moving along to find her next conquest—the easiest target being one Mei Hatsume who was already wasted and relatively sloppy. "Mei Mei! Why don't you come and sit on Mama's lap for a little while, baby?" They collide in a messy kiss and Katsuki goes back to restocking with a roll of his eyes. The two of them are kindred spirits after all. If anything, they deserve each other. Minoru, defeated once more, hides his embarrassment in his folded arms as he listens to the cackling around him. 

"Damn, Mineta, she swerved you!"

"Poor little minute man!"

"Minoru, I'll take you home, baby." 

The scrawny little fella growls out an angry 'screw you, guys!' before turning an accusatory finger in Izuku's direction.

"Especially you, Izuku, ya damn jerk!"

And to think that years ago, everyone had assumed that Katsuki would grow up to be the big 'jerky' alpha. Now he's being felt up by horny betas at his own party. 

Woe is the way of the world. 

"Did she just try to fuck you?" Mitsuki slurs into Katsuki's ear,  still sober enough to speak coherent words which was very unlike her when it came to parties. She snatched the bottle of Jack Daniels that he was holding and held lovingly against her chest. "Should've taken it, you look like you need a good lay." 

"Mom, could you kindly fuck off? And where the hell are you takin' that bottle?!" 

She snickers as she holds it up and shakes it around. "This here whiskey is for the grown-ups! We 'bout to turn up!" 

Katsuki doesn't need a mirror to know that he's cringing.  

"Don't say turn up." 

"Get lit?" 

"That's worse!"

"Boy, I'm grown, don't be correcting me!" 

"Get the fuck outta here." 

She pops the top on the bottle and goes to take a sip when a large hand lands heavily on Katsuki's shoulder. 

"Yo, Kacchan." 

Izuku's gaze glides over to Mitsuki and he gives her a charming smile. A perfect opportunity for a candid photo. 

"Mitsuki." 

She giggles like a giddy school girl and tips the bottle up to her lips as Izuku's free hand grips Katsuki by his other shoulder.

"I'm gonna borrow this." 

And by 'this', he means Katsuki. 

"Sure, keep 'em as long as you like!" 

"Don't just fuckin' card me off like that!" 

"Bye, Kat, have fun~" she waves off as she goes and plops down into Masaru's lap where he's sitting with the other more adult-ier adults. Izuku just drags Katsuki back to his table and Katsuki allows him, simply because he doesn't know what the fuck is even happening anymore. 

He's put into a chair between Mashirao and Ochako, Ochako seemingly having a fairly hard time reigning in a drunken Tenya. 

"Honey, I wanna make cream filled donuts. Get it? Cause I wanna—"

"I know hon, we can leave in a little bit." 

Katsuki can't help but laugh. "How fuckin' much has he had?" He asks. Ochako just shrugs. "He's a total lightweight. Two beers and he's down for the count."

Tenya slumps over onto her much smaller frame, rubbing his face against her cleavage. She gently pets his head, heaving a tired but fond sigh. "By the way, it's good to have you back Katsuki." She adds with a smile. Katsuki, much to everyone else's surprise, smiles back. "Yeah. You too, Angel Face." 

Much to their classmate's disbelief, Ochako and Katsuki did have a friendship of sorts. They were both in the martial arts club and often sparred together. Of course Katsuki handed her ass to her the first fifty times but the more she trained, the more he respected her.
 
Katsuki would even go so far to say that they were good friends.

"Speakin' of getting shit-faced," Deku pulls the earlier bottle of Hennessy from seemingly nowhere. "Kacchan here tells me that he wants to drink me out." 

Katsuki immediately rejects such an accusation with a shake of his head, cheeks flaring red at the collective hiss that floats up from the table. "I dunno if that's a good idea. Last person to try that almost died of alcohol poisoning." Mashirao warns him and Shouto winces at the memory, feeling sympathy for Katsuki. "It was horrifying. I was in the hospital for two weeks. Had to get my stomach pumped." He takes a shot of vodka. 

"I tried." Ochako chimes. "Didn't get past the sixth shot before I passed out in my own vomit." 

"I blacked out for two days." Rikido says from the other end. 

Izuku takes two shot glasses and fills them up, sliding one in front of Katsuki with a smug grin. "Drink up, Kacchan." 

"You expect me to do this after those horror stories that I just heard?" 

"Yeah. Cause that's what you said you'd do. C'mon, it's cognac. Not sperm." 

"Stop saying things like that, you fuckin' gross ass roach. I can shoot it, no fuckin' problem." 

Katsuki knocks it back and Izuku follows suit, pouring up two more in succession in which Katsuki quickly takes to the head again. 

And again. 

And again. 

"Hell yeah, Kat! Give us this win! Put Deku on his ass!" Minoru cheers around the sixth shot. Katsuki slams the shot glass back onto the table with a slurred shout of, "Gimme another one, shitty nerd!" Izuku does as he's told, not looking at all affected as he grins down at the blonde omega. Katsuki's competitive tendencies would most certainly be his downfall this night. Izuku is thoroughly entertained.

"Is it just me or does he look like he might be a little drooly?" Tsuyu leans over to get a better view of Katsuki's face as the blonde rolls his head around on his shoulders. His eyes begin to roll back and after what looks to be a brief struggle with himself, his head slams against the table. 

"Holy fuck, dude, are you okay?" A concerned Eijirou appears at his side, Mina falling out of her chair with cackling laughter. 

"How's he not fuckin' fucked up right now?" The words are all slurred and run together, but the general population seems to get the gist of what Katsuki is trying to say. "Isn't it obvious? Izuku has a ridiculously high tolerance to alcohol." Shouto provides.

"And pain." Deku says proudly as he pours another shot. 

"Pain?" Katsuki parrots. 

"Oh yeah. Izuku broke his arms like eight times during his training with Yagi. After the first time it happened, he didn't even cry. We kinda figured that being conditioned to that kind of abuse makes him sort of impervious to most forms of pain." Mashirao explains. "That's why we don't drink him out. All that red-hot alpha blood." 

"Stop it, y'all are gonna make me blush." He's feigning coyness. "C'mon, Kacchan, you've got another. Drink up."

Katsuki feels a hand on his back. 

"Why are you fuckin' pressuring him?" 

It's Touya, tenderly lifting Katsuki's head up from the table to make sure he isn't injured.

"Find a gun and fuck it, Stitches." Deku spits.  

"Is Katsuki dead?" 

"He's not moving. He might be." 

"He ain't dead." Izuku grabs him by the shoulders, giggling as Katsuki's head bobbles around. "Yo, Kacchan! Wake the fuck up, lightweight, this ain't a slumber party!" 

"It's not a fuckin' frat party either, asshole. Pumping him full of booze isn't gonna make you less ugly; he's not gonna fuck you just because he's drunk." Touya says dryly. Izuku pauses, releasing Katsuki in favor of sizing the smaller alpha up. 

"You wanna go?" 

"Catch me in the cage, Golden Boy." 

Katsuki's head slams against the table again and he bolts upright, suddenly very alert. 

"Who fucking hit me?! I'll kick your ass!" 

"He's alive! Party's on!" 

"I'm alive? I died? Holy fuck." 

Katsuki tries to stand but his legs buckle on him and he falls over onto Mashirao's lap like a ragdoll. 

He's never touching another bottle of alcohol again.