katsuki blames the alcohol for making him stupid.
really stupid.
not that he's had a lot, but his tolerance is low for a guy of his size, and he can feel the edges of his inhibitions dulling with every drink of whatever denki has shoved in his hand. it doesn't taste like absolute shit, which is rare enough to have him indulging, just a bit, for the agency halloween party.
another sip has his head feeling a little swimmy, and before he knows it, his eyes are trailing across the room until they find you. again.
whatever the hell you're supposed to be tonight—a witch, or something else in a pointy hat—is really fucking with him, and has since you walked in. the costume isn't revealing in a sense that it's inappropriate for a work event, but it's...hugging you in all the right places. in every single one of them.
without tights, it would be on the too-short side, but—and no, katsuki can't fucking explain this—something about them is making everything worse. and your calf-high boots ain't helping, either.
it's just—your fucking—hips.
katsuki couldn't tell you what song is playing, but you're swaying back and forth to the tune and one of his canines digs into the plastic of his cup, so deeply that it makes a terrible creaking sound and dents beneath the pressure—and that's when a sharp elbow is delivered to the center of his chest.
mina is at his side when he looks, and her wide, freaky eyes scan his face before narrowing in her little shit-eating way.
"you're a pig."
katsuki chokes, and the little freak takes that as an admission of some kind.
"oh my god," she gasps, mouth falling in all her disgust and awe. "you can't even deny it!" and then she laughs, high and chirpy, and there's no way you can't hear her. "oh, you're down bad."
"cram it," he snaps, sinking his scowl into his cup. "i dunno what the hell you're talkin' about."
"you know i really thought better of you," mina sniffs effectively, turning her face up and away. "not the type to be blantly checking out somebody's ass."
katsuki bristles, and his aggrivation growns until the plastic in his hands starts to melt. "i wasn't—"
"i'm kidding!" mina snorts before flicking him in the nose, narrowly dodging the hand he swipes out at her. "quit being a baby and go shoot your shot already."
"piss. off."
but the hero is unaffected by him, simply scrunching up her face in response before turning on her heel to disappear further into the party.
she's wrong, katsuki thinks, because he's not a pig like sero or fucking dunce face or even kirishima, from time to time, who gets red in the face over a low cut shirt and a pair of tits.
fucking ridiculous, katsuki thinks, because he's way better than that.
it's just—the alcohol. that's making his lids heavy and his thoughts dark and his face hot. has him peeking at you over the lip of his cup, has him picturing you in his head when he's forced to look away.
and, well, maybe, the short cut of your dress has a little something to do with it, too—but he's keeping that shit to himself.
taking it to the grave, even.
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i take it back i can't ever be normal about jonathan that boy literally planned his baby brother's funeral. he literally had to pick out a casket and try to get his mother to eat and sleep because she was going crazy and shutting down on him again in the middle of the biggest tragedy of their lives when one of the first things she said when they realized will wasn't home was that it was his fault. it was his fault and now will's dead and his mom may as well be too bc she's never going to be the same after this. jonathan was literally sixteen and at the coroner's office having to confirm that yes that is his baby brother's dead body and when he saw it he immediately went to throw up. and then when he did get him back and left with nancy literally just for like a day or whatever and came back to will being possessed, almost all gone, potentially on death's door due to the gate, and actively trying to kill them all. and when he gets home he's just brushing will's hair back from his forehead and softly saying i'm sorry i wasn't here i should've been here in the most tenderest, loving way ever. bc that's his baby brother and his best friend and he loves him so much and there isn't anything he wouldn't do for him. and when they're exorcising him, he's crying and begging his mom to stop and hiding in nancy's shoulder because he can't bear to see will writhing and screaming in pain like that. Literally How Is Anyone Supposed To Be Normal About Such A Character. HOW IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT JONATHAN BYERS?!
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