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This was a bad idea.

Touya has absolutely no clue or recollection of how Katsuki managed to talk him into it, but he's willing to bet that it only took one pleading glance with those big, beautiful eyes to get him to cave---God, he's getting soft. He should have listened to that voice in the back of his head---the one that was constantly screaming at him that he was going to regret it---but he didn't and now it's much too late to do anything about the fact that Katsuki is absolutely wasted. 

They'd been in the kitchen, Katsuki sitting upon the counter with a hand full of cookies while Touya held his shoes for him because they'd gotten much too uncomfortable for him to wear. The alpha was mixing together some sort of concoction that smells sugary sweet and undoubtedly alcoholic but Katsuki's curious taste buds seem to be more fixated on what it would taste like far more than the effects it would have on him. He'd asked for a taste and Touya had politely declined but that cute little pouty face practically had the alpha melting at his feet so, inevitably, he caved. 

Just a taste. That's all. 

But then a taste turned into a shot and then a shot somehow turned into four and now…

Well, now Touya can hardly keep up with the tiny blonde in this crowded house. 

He'd managed to get him to sit down a while after he noticed that Katsuki was tipsy, more than happy to allow the omega to cuddle into his side on the sofa where he'd introduced him to Tetsu and Itsuka but it didn't last long as Katsuki found himself wanting to get up and dance. The alpha can hardly understand where all his energy is coming from---most lightweights get slumped and can barely stand to walk on their own but Katsuki is ready run a fuckin' marathon. 

Touya is partially happy to have Katsuki let go of his nervousness and inhibitions for the night, however. He seems to be enjoying himself more and a lot more relaxed. As long as Touya keeps a good eye on him, tonight may not turn out as bad as he first assumed it would. 

Katsuki is a surprisingly good dancer. 

"You feelin' good still, Kit? Havin' fun?" Touya asks, arms wrapped around Katsuki's slim waist to try and get him to slow down a bit but Katsuki continues to wind his hips to the thrumming beat of the room. Touya's happy that he's able to prioritize Katsuki's happiness over the feeling of his beautiful body moving against his own. 

Katsuki offers him a lopsided grin and a nod, arms wrapping around Touya's neck to draw him in closer. "Always, with you~" He slurs, tipping back a bit but giggling because he knows that Touya will catch him. The alpha feels a low growl rumbling in his chest.

"You. You're bad for my heart, kid." 

Katsuki's goofy grin turns sly, eyes lidded as he looks up at Touya from underneath long blonde lashes. If Touya knew Katsuki was this much of a little fuckin' flirt when he's drunk then he'd have poured that entire fucking bottle of liquor down the kitchen sink instead of giving him even the slightest drop. He's trying his best to respect certain boundaries but Katsuki is making it incredibly hard. 

Pun intended. 

Touya has considered taking him to Izuku and Shouto several times throughout the night. He's having the time of his life with Katsuki, yes, but he doesn't want to end up doing something to jeopardize their friendship. If Katsuki wouldn't ever like him back in a romantic way, Touya would be okay with that. He'd respect that. But if Katsuki had ever decided that he didn't want to be Touya's friend anymore…

Touya's not usually a whiny bitch, but fuck, that would tear him apart inside. He's not sure he'd be able to recover from that. 

"Bad inna good way, yes?" Katsuki giggles, nuzzling against Touya's cheek. "Think I can get use'ta bein' bad."