Chapter Made By cheezybrie
Spin the Bottle
It was Minoru's idea (because of course it was). Everyone had just accepted that perversion was his main personality trait at this point, expecting it had made them numb to most of the effects. Though, he was working on a social filter and controlling himself. It did not stop or his- let's say- gusto due to the fact that he wanted to be stepped on by any girl in their year. Denki was the one who sold it though, old-fashioned but what better way to spend an evening stuck in the dorms with everyone than getting cozy with each other? Most of the class was on board but It took more convincing for a few other students in particular. Getting every last member of the class to agree to be in the common area was truly an accomplishment.
It was a Thursday evening, an empty Ramune bottle sat in the center of the circle of twenty. Denki clapped his hands, rubbed them together and began: "You've got three options. Option one: you can go classic and smooch whoever it lands on if the bottle pairs you more than once you gotta up your game or take it to Heaven. Option two: you can take it to Heaven sooner by going into our designated closet, the elevator, and whoever it lands on will join you. Seven minutes, no more no less. Option three: If you're not satisfied with who it lands on you can take a Truth or Dare from them. No take backsies, once you've stated your choice you have to stick with it. Refusals end with punishments befitting the infraction." He made eye contact with every other student, a lopsided grin on his face, to be sure the rules were understood.
"Question," Tooru piped up. "Who is going first?" The question sounded almost staged, the other girls- save Mina who often joined either Denki or Tooru in their shenanigans- glanced at her questioningly, had she been in on the planning of this too? Denki pulled out his phone and waved it.
"So glad you asked Tooru-chan. Our good friend, Random Number Generator. All of our numbers will be our class ranking, simple and fair, right?" Denki sounded like he was on some sitcom game show and the students who were bribed into coming shifted restlessly. Denki pulled up the generator, did his typing and as he was about to share the results, a commotion was heard at the door. Before they could groan Monoma the antagonistic student had his mouth open and a crazed look on his face.
"Heard through a grapevine that the grand and illustrious Class 1-A was having a party. Are we of Class 1-B not good enough to spend an evening outside of school with-" The force of the blow to the back of his head was not enough to knock him out but the students who resided in the building were grateful it at least got him to shut up.
"For the thousandth time and not the last, sorry about him. You don't mind if we join in your fun tonight do you?" Kendou asked. Several shakes of heads and room being made for the half of class 1-B that decided crashing a 1-A party would be infinitely more entertaining than anything they had personally planned for the evening.
Once the ten had settled, Minoru spoke up, "We were using our class ranking as a numbering system but since we don't know yours off the top of our heads," he glanced around for confirmation, there was a general consensus that no, it really hadn't been discussed between classes. After a moment's pause longer where Kendou, as the class rep, was not forthcoming with the information, Minoru continued. "So we'll just assign you numbers arbitrarily, someone write this down: TetsuTetsu 21, Kendo 22, Honenuki 23, Tokage 24, Tsunotori 25, Kuroiro 26, Awase 27, Yanagi 28, Fukidashi 29, and Monoma 30." Monoma opened his mouth to protest but Kendou simply raised her hand and he shut himself up.
"Great, so before you guys joined us, I'd just generated a random number for the 20 of us. I don't feel like going again but we got 13. Ochako-chan, please do the honors of starting us off." The darling of Class 1-A startled just a bit, perhaps unconsciously using her quirk on herself as her body lifted and hair poofed out more before she shook herself and gave a determined nod. With her pinky lifted she grabbed the bottle at its center and gave it a flick of her wrist.
Everyone sat back as the bottle spun, three rotations, four, five. Time seemed to slow around them as the bottle made yet another rotation but seemed to slow minimally. It was hard to tell what Ochako was thinking as she stared the bottle down, she had that determined look on her face like she was about to spar with whomever the bottle landed on. Or maybe she was willing it to land on a specific person? The bottle was slowing noticeably now, the majority of thirty students held their breath, not wanting to skew the results.
After just a couple more rotations the bottle finally, finally slowed to a stop. There was a heartbeat of absolute stillness before a spark popped off of Katsuki's hand. All at once, Eijirou launched himself in front of Ochako, Shouji turned and fanned out his dupli arms, and Class 1-B balked at the sudden action, not familiar with the reputation of the person the bottle was pointing to.
He hadn't even had time to fully register what had happened before the party erupted. It was pointing at him. Bless his luck the first spin had landed on him, from the second cutest in class girl none-the-less. "You don't have to do this Chako-chan. It's totally okay, we can have a re-do," Mina sounded a bit desperate in her consolation. He wilted inside a bit at the thought but wasn't entirely put out by it. At least he would have the knowledge that this had, in fact, happened.
Ochako stared at the tip of the bottle, her eyes trailing to where it decided the first move in this game should go. She watched in almost slow motion as the party erupted. Mina's comment had her eyebrows furrowing. She glanced at Denki who had told them the rules. She had options. She could say Truth, nothing wrong with choosing that. But he looked a little sad, Ochako couldn't help but feel a little bit bad at how the class's reaction affected him. "No take backsies." Ochako said, getting up from her spot and kneeling in front of where he was sitting. She offered a small smile and leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek. She retreated but not in a rush.
Mineta Minoru was in a heaven completely separate from the elevator in this game. He could carry that small high for the rest of the night.
THE END