Denki enters the UA dorm, which is quite possibly the most luxurious dorm out there, with the usual pep in his step.The war's finally over and he can resume his regular schooling. Not only that, but he can also go back to being the annoying but loveable friend of his group. Being serious all the time during enemy attacks was way too boring.

Kirishima waves at Denki as the blond arrives in the living room. Beside him, Mina, Jirou and Sero are having a chat about their favourite bands. The conversation is very... passionate and Katsuki's only wish is for them to shut up. But as he'd learned in the past year, screaming at them to stop talking will only result in them laughing at him and brushing him off so he does the next best thing: slump on the couch and brood. He's not alone in the brooding either, Shouto sits beside him, occasionally sighing at the noise.

"Who's making dinner?" Denki asks as he sits on the arm chair across Kirishima.

The redhead turns towards Katsuki, "Bakubro, you're making curry tonight, right?"

Katsuki glares at Kirishima, but then smiles sweetly. It's very out of place and downright scary, suffice to say.

"Nope," he says cheerily. "I won't be cooking. Let me see you losers try and make something edible for once."

Denki looks panicked as he turns to Jirou and Mina, "Guys, guys, Katsuki isn't going to cook. We're doomed."

Jirou breaks their on-going conversation with– "Which idiot pissed Katsuki off?"

"Not me, I just came in." Denki says immediately.

Kirishima frowns at Katsuki, "Bro, why won't you cook? We love your food man."

Katsuki is still smiling. "Yes. I know."

"Huh? Then why won't you cook?"

Katsuki gets up idly, pocketing his hands, " 'Cause I don't want to."

"This isn't fair," Mina chimes in, pouting a bit. "We all do our chores, I clean the bathrooms okay? They're disgusting. Jirou and Denki do the dishes. Kirishima and Izuku take care of the lawn, Shouto and Tsuyu clean the living room. And you, you cook. You can't back out of that."

Katsuki rolls his eyes, "Ofcourse I can. I'll just clean the living room or some other shit. Someone else does the cooking," he bends to look into her eyes, "See? Simple." And then walks towards his room, leaving behind a sullen Mina.

Shouto says quietly, "Well, that's what you get for disrupting his peace."

Denki snorts in bafflement, "But dude, Katsuki is the loudest guy I've ever met. How in the world is he bothered by noise?"

Shouto sighs, shaking his head, "The heart wants what it wants."

Kirishima places a hand on Shouto's shoulder, "You make no sense."

Apparently, deciding who would cook for everyone can only be determined by playing a game of truth or dare. Not a contest with a clear loser, not by random chit-picking, not by proper dialogue between the parties involved. No. The only solution is truth or dare.

Class 2-A just wants to have a fun time, really.

So that's how all the students of Class 2-A bar Katsuki are seated in a huge circle on the floor of the living room, snacks littering everywhere with so much chattering that Katsuki doesn't find any peace even inside his room, a door and several floors separating him and his classmates.

"Erm guys," Izuku speaks up. "This is stupid. Why can't we just all cook together. Like training camp, remember?"

Mina throws a pillow at him, "Shush sweetie. You don't understand. This is about winning and losing. Cooking is for losers. You are out of your mind if you'd voluntarily want to cook. Either that, or you're Katsuki. That guy's in a league of his own."

Izuku dumps the pillow on the nearby chair and groans into his hands. His friends are batshit crazy.

"So who loses here exactly?" Hagakure asks. Thankfully she's dressed so the rest don't have to look at plain air when answering her.

"That's simple," Denki claps his hands in enthusiasm. "Whoever refuses to answer a question or carry out a dare goes to the loser team. By the end of the game, all the members of that team will be the ones to cook. Got it?"

Iida raises his hand stiffly. Denki nods at him to speak.

"As the president of the class, it's my duty to bring to your attention that this method of selecting the ones who cook tonight is highly inefficient and potentially destructive. Suppose someone who has never operated a stove before ends up in the losing team, we're at a risk of blowing up the kitchen or even the who-"

"Ah, ah, ah," Denki wiggles his finger, interrupting Iida. "This is a fun idea Iida. Please don't take the fun out of the idea."

When most of them nod in agreement, Iida slumps and Ochako pats his shoulder in comfort, although she's supressing a grin of her own.

"Then shall we begin?" Kirishima asks grandly, placing an empty bottle at the middle of the circle and spinning it wildly. The cap faces Shouji and the flat part points at Mineta.

"Truth or Dare?" Tsuyu asks Shouji.

He contemplates before saying, "Truth. That's safer."

Mineta deflates, "Aw man, that's boring."

"Don't be that way," Ochako encourages. "You can ask something fun too."

Mineta's face adopts a certain intensity as he searches his brain for a juicy question. His eyes light up and he leans in the direction of Shouji before asking in a suspenseful tone,

"So...tell me Shouji... why do you... you know? Why do you... wear that mask?"

Shouji feels like he's a deer caught under headlights but his posture is so composed that no one else realises that. He looks away, a concealed blush forming on his face.

"Oh! I've always wanted to know!" Hagakure exclaims.

Ojiro nods along, "Yup. What's the deal with it?"

"It's a fashion statement, mes amis!" Aoyama says happily.

"Really?" Mineta asks. "Then that's definitely boring."

"Wait up," Izuku says. "Let Shouji answer."

Somewhat sheepish, Mineta turns towards Shouji. Succumbing under their expectant gazes, Shouji sighs and throws his hands in the air.

"I like Kakashi okay? There! I said it."

Denki and Sero snort before Kirishima hits the two on their heads.

"Wait. Who the fuck is Kakashi?" Jirou asks and by the way Ochako, Tsuyu and Momo all look equally confused, the boys can tell that the four have no idea about such a famous anime character.

"Oh my god," Hagakure says, scandalised. "I can't believe y'all don't know him."

"Um," Koji says, hesitant. "I know who he is. I can fill in the others about it?"

Mina gets on her knees, clutching a fluffy blanket excitedly, "Please do! I wanna know who this Kakashi is."

"Hey!" Iida scolds. "This isn't the time for distractions. We're playing a game!"

Kirishima nods solemnly, "True. True. Let's continue guys. Kakashi isn't going anywhere. We can get to that later."

A little more complaining and the group of 19 resume the game. The next two rounds are rather uneventful. Jirou is dared to compliment Denki, which to Ochako's credit, Jirou finds extremely tough. She ends up doing it though, with an off-handed comment,

"Your fashion sense is quite adequate."

Denki grins like a fool anyway.

Koji chooses truth and Iida asks him what would be his hero name be if not Anima. Koji looks bashful but says, "The Bird Whisperer."

Tokoyami agrees with Sero that it's a wonderful name. Shouto disagrees.

The next bottle flip ends up with Momo opting for a dare.

It's Denki's responsibility to assign the dare, so like the evil mastermind he is, he ends up telling her to make a pack of his favourite chocolate for him.

Several of his classmates groan at the wasted opportunity. Seriously, Momo could make mostly anything and this guy chooses chocolates that could be bought in the rundown store 10 minutes away from campus.

"He's such an idiot," Jirou snorts.

"I know right!" Mina agrees. "I was hoping he'd, you know, tell Momo to confess to Shouto or something."

Ochako nudges Mina's side, "We shouldn't be intervening in our friends' romantic lives."

Hagakure rolls her eyes, "Oh come on! You can't possibly tell me that if someone were to dare Izuku, to say, uhm, kiss you, you'd have a problem with that." Ochako goes pink in the cheeks and Hagakure adds,

"Also, I just rolled my eyes at you. Gosh, I hate when I have to convey facial expressions to y'all verbally. Takes all the sass out of the eye-roll."

"–what to do!" Sero grins devilishly, and the girls turn their attention back to the game. It's Izuku's turn now and with a little persuasion, he ends up choosing dare. And with how excited Sero looks, Ochako thinks he's got something great in mind.

"What is it?" Izuku asks, somewhat nervous.

Sero smile subdues and addresses them all seriously, "Have y'all ever heard Izuku curse before?"

Iida shakes his head vigorously, "Never. Izuku is a gentleman and he's never used any profane words. I'm rather proud of him in that regard."

Sero nods elaborately, as if Iida has just proved a point of great importance.

"Exactly," he says, "So my dare for you Izuku is this... "

He takes a dramatic pause but Jirou interrupts it with, "Just say it already, for fuck's sake."

Sero shoots her a dirty look before sighing, "Izuku, you've got to curse. Properly. In words. That's your dare."

Half of them consider the dare a gift of pure genius, the other half think it's kind of pushing it, Izuku would probably back out and join the losing team. What none of them expect though, is for Izuku to look as calm as a cucumber.

"All right," Izuku shrugs. "That's easy."

"Easy!?" Iida repeats, baffled.

"Yup," Izuku says happily.

No one says a word, too engrossed in figuring out if this was some prank the gods were playing on them.

Izuku turns towards the couch and points at it accusingly, "You're a fucking piece of shit."

Then he turns towards them again and smiles serenely, "I hope that fulfilled the requirements of the dare."

Sero nods dazedly and the rest try to get over their trance while Izuku shoots a quick apology towards the sofa.

"Well, that was unexpected," Shouto says.

"The darkness has engulfed him finally," Tokoyami adds.

Izuku huffs at them, "Guys, I grew up around Katsuki. Ofcourse I would curse."

Kirishima internally agrees. Lord knows that he himself was desensitized of all things profane after the hundredth time Katsuki had let loose a string of curses around him.

"Alright," Momo says finally. "Let's resume the game."

As it turns out, it's Shouto's turn next. He goes for a dare and Izuku bubbles with excitement.

A new revelation for all of class 2-A is that Izuku is highly competitive. This side of his rarely comes out because in hero training, he's more concerned about harming his friends than kicking their asses and winning. But here, in this relatively harmless game, he's got no reservations. He can all out and compete like he loves to.

So, he coughs and says, "I want you to call your dad, and tell him that you love him, and because you love him so much, you're buying all his merchandise with his money."

Everyone looks horrified at his deviousness, but in just a moment, they start cheering for Shouto to do the dare. This would totally mess Endeavour up, because 1) Shouto had never said the three magical words to him before and 2) Endeavour's merch is crazy expensive.

Shouto glares at Izuku, "No. I'm not doing it."

Izuku smiles at Shouto, "Then you lose. Your choice."

Shouto continues to glare at Izuku before shrugging. Nobody buys his act to seem nonchalant.

"Fine. I lose. Big deal."

Izuku whoops in joy, "See! Finally someone lost. This is technically my win right?"

Ochako laughs, "Yeah. Yeah. It is."

While most of them boo at Shouto for backing out, they do realise the point of the game. Finally. Giving difficult dares or questions is how they're supposed to add people to the losing team.

The bottle's used again and Denki groans when the cap side faces him.

"Dare?" He asks more than he asserts and Kirishima claps his back for being so manly.

Hagakure smirks devilishly though nobody can see it.

"Wear heels and catwalk for us." She says merrily.

Denki pales and curses her under his breath.

"Oooo... that sounds fun!" Mina says, "I'll join you bro. Let's do it!"

Denki looks at her gratefully and nods to himself. It's just walking in style. No biggie. He practically does that everyday anyway. Hm, that heels do sound like a problem though. Whatever, he's a hero-in-training. A fucking villain couldn't keep him down, let alone a pair of elevated shoes.

Turns out, Denki was wrong. The heels are a complete menace. His walk had started out nice enough. Mina was by his side as he strutted down the hall, confidence oozing off his very pores. But then a thing called balance flew away from him and he landed on the floor with a thud.

Now he sits, cradling his ankle and whining about the unfairness of his situation.

"But I tried!" He complains, "Not my fault the stupid heels broke."

Hagakure sighs in mock-comfort, "Yes, yes. We saw how much of an effort you put into that walk. But we can't help it. You didn't complete the dare, so you lose. Tough luck, buddy."

Denki pouts at her and promises to take revenge on her someday.

For the rest, atleast Mina was great at her catwalk. The girl can become a fabulous model if she so wishes. But she is an even better hero, so everything is basically awesome.

Izuku spins the bottle again and Kirishima chooses truth.

"Traitor," Denki mutters under his breath and Kirishima responds with a big, bright grin.

Iida shifts around uncomfortably before directing his question at the AC across the room.

"So, erm, pardon my curiosity and directness but I've always wondered if... when you activate your quirk. Uhm, when you turn into a rock, does it apply your... genitals as well?"

Kirishima hides his face behind a pillow as Denki laughs manically. Mineta nods, saying he's always wondered the same thing several times.

And even though the others haven't thought about it before, now that Iida has mentioned it, they're all equally inquisitive.

"Come on bro!" Denki urges, "Be manly and answer the question."

Kirishima glares under the fluff of the pillow, daring it to combust into flames. He knows there's no way out of it.

So he says, quietly, voice muffled, "Yes. That part gets hard too."

Denki and Sero howl with laughter, followed by almost everyone except Shouto and Tokoyami. But even their faces break into small grins.

Kirishima hits Denki with his pillow, hard and Denki yelps.

"Hey!" Denki says indignantly. "It's just karma for taking the easy way out."

Kirishima ignores the comment and spins the bottle. His mood is already back to normal, he just can't stay mad at anyone for too long.

Everyone's attention turns to Sato who picks the dare option. Tsuyu contemplates what she should make him do and after a minute, she reaches a decision.

"You know the spice rack Katsuki bought online last year?"

Sato tilts his head in concentration but nods, "Yup. The one where he stores his spice collection. So what's the dare?"

Face blank, Tsuyu drops the bomb, "Go to Katsuki and tell him that you broke the rack and that all his precious spices are littered on the floor."

"Ahhhh!" Mina exclaims, "I love you Tsu!"

Tsuyu's face shows the tiniest of smiles, "I love myself too, ribbit."

Meanwhile, Sato is already imagining the worst case scenario where he ends up in the school dumpster, chopped up into tiny pieces. Katsuki is certainly good with a knife. Or the best case scenario where he ends up in the hospital. For atleast a month. He isn't sure if he's willing to risk his health or life for a stupid dare.

"I think you must take this risk to dabble into the darkness," Tokoyami encourages in his own unique way.

Koji nods, "It might be a fun experience."

Before long, everyone is cheering his name and Sato feels like they're chanting some mantra and he's the sacrifice.

But peer pressure kicks in and Sato, surprisingly, wants to do the dare. To let loose and have some much needed fun. So he stands up, with his unwavering iron will and takes a moment to ponder if he should pop some sugar in , just in case. Deciding against it, because taking precautions is kind of boring, he takes big strides in the direction of Katsuki's room. The cheers die down as he goes up the elevator, only his own frantic prayers filling his ears.

"But if we can't hear them, where's the entertainment?" Koji asks, surprising everyone.

"Good point," Ochako says, "Maybe we should've gone with him and spied or something."

"Don't be silly," Izuku replies, "18 people trying to hold in their laughter? Yeah, no chance. Besides, who says we'll miss out on the entertainment?"

While they think about what Izuku means by that, Sato convinces himself that he's the stupidest person alive. He's going to basically commit suicide by knocking on death's door.

Katsuki grunts in frustration when someone knocks at his door and he pulls it open with a lot of force. Standing before him is the sugar guy, awkwardly trying to avoid his gaze while simultaneously trying to make eye-contact with him.

"What?" He asks, irritation clear in his tone.

"Uh, hi Katsuki." Sato says.

"Fuck off." Katsuki growls and makes to slam the door in the guy's face but Sato stops the motion by boldly wedging his hand between the door and Katsuki.

"Ugh," Katsuki bites out, the headache from all the noise not helping the situation at all. "What do you want? I'm seriously not in the mood to try one of your sweet as fuck cakes."

At that, Sato gets offended, "Hey, my cakes are perfectly delicious. Not my fault that God cursed you with broken taste buds."

When Katsuki's eyes scream murder, Sato wants to run away and forget about the dare but some small part of his brain that enjoys the thrill persuades him to say the next few words.

"Anyway. Remember your spice rack that you worship and don't allow anyone to lay a finger on?"

Katsuki sobers up immediately. His dear spices always cheer up his mood.

"Yeah. What about them?"

Sato takes a deep breath and positions himself away from Katsuki and towards the stairs.

"I broke it and all your spices are scattered on the kitchen floor." He completes in a rush and without waiting for a response, he bolts.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO YOU WALKING DIABETES!?"

"Told y'all," Izuku says, smiling at them as Katsuki's booming voice reaches their ears.

Everyone bursts out into peals of hysteric laughter when Sato comes rushing into the living room, face red from exertion. He doesn't stop though, he goes straight out the door, sprinting into the distance. Katsuki bursts through soon after, looking absolutely livid. Before he can follow Sato outside, probably to beat the living shit out of the poor guy, Izuku hops between him and the exit.

Raising his hands placatingly, he says, "Calm down. Nothing happened to your spice rack. It was a dare."

Katsuki halts, face going from confused to relieved to angry again.

"I will murder all of you! Fuck y'all and fuck the stupid prank. Or stupid dare. Or stupid whatever. Fuck, I hate y'all!"

Izuku snorts, "We know."

Katsuki grits his teeth but goes straight to the kitchen. Opening up the drawer at the far left, he sighs in utter relief and bliss, tracing his fingers along the series of spice bottles placed neatly and alphabetically on the detachable rack.

"I'm here," he whispers to them, "You all are safe now. Don't worry."

Quickly, before anyone can hear him or dare to startle him into dropping his spices, he puts them back in the drawer and shuts it close.

Turning towards his classmates seated haphazardly on the floor, he says,

"None of you losers is cooking. Y'all aren't mature or smart enough to handle kitchen utensils, groceries or my spice bottles."

Izuku grins at him, "Does that mean you're going to cook dinner?"

Katsuki grinds his teeth, so very annoyed that his plan to teach this fuckers a lesson backfired miserably.

"Yes, I am. Now don't you dare go anywhere near my spice rack or I swear to Kami I'll break your arms and legs and then wring your neck."

Izuku shrugs, unbothered by the violent threats, "Sure, sure. Whatever you say."

Katsuki stomps off as Izuku turns his attention back to his friends. Sato is back too, huffing and puffing but otherwise unharmed.

"So," Izuku says, "We just played Katsuki like a violin, didn't we?"

Denki nods, eyes shining with pure happiness,

"That was the plan all along."

Author's Note:

Thanks for reading, lovely people.
Have a great day!