A/N: This is gonna be a series of drabbles for our favorite 1-A kid's being stupid teenagers, inspired by random things on the Black Rabbit Discord.
Enjoy!
Truth or Dare
The entirety of 1-A was gathered in the Dorm's living room; chatting and bouncing around eagerly as they worked together to move the furniture and open enough space for a game of Truth or Dare. Ashido had suggested it, and the Bakusquad had gone around, hyping each other and the rest of the class up until everyone had agreed. Even Bakugo was there, looing bored and irritated as he sat with crossed arms, slouched against the front of the couch, and refusing to help. Satou and Shoji were in charge of getting drinks and snacks, being the "more responsible" volunteers according to Aizawa-Sensei.
"No alcohol, no drugs, no breaking shit," the exhausted man had ordered before heading to his room. "If you get too loud, I will personally make your lives hell for the next week. If I have to get out of bed to break up a fight, I will ground everyone, and all of your training will be down with me. Understand?"
"Hai, Sensei!" They agreed, making the tired Hero stare, deadpan, before he heaved a heavy sigh and left them to their madness.
"All right!" Ashido cheered, throwing her fists into the air as she sat cross-legged on a cushion next to a cheerfully sprawled Kirishima and cheerfully humming Sero. "Everyone, grab a soda and let's get this show going!"
"Dibs on first spin!" Uraraka declared, smashing her hand onto the empty Ramune bottle they were using, a challenging grin on her face. Ashido pouted, but the pink-cheeked girl was already sending the bottle into wild spin. Half the class leaned forward with intense stares, while the rest either watched it nervously or boredly. Izuku played with his bottle of water nervously, turning it in his hands over and over again as he watched.
He'd… Never actually played this game. A few instances in middle school where it had been used to humiliate him or bully him in some way, sure, but he doubted those counted for playing. Still, he couldn't help but release a soft, relieved breath as the bottle landed to point at Tokoyami.
"Truth or Dare?" Uraraka demanded; the bird-headed teen blinked at her, feathers ruffling slightly.
"Truth," he replied immediately, fingers tapping on the side of his can of Milky. Uraraka's lips pursed slightly, pouting for a moment, before her face lit up.
"Are you actually an insomniac or just an early bird?" She demanded with a grin; Tokoyami's mildly discomfited expression immediately transformed into a thousand-yard stare of judgement.
"Yes," he intoned, voice dull, staring at the girl, who blinked back.
"Wait, which one?" Kaminari asked; Tokoyami lifted his Milky to his mouth, turning his eyes on the blond.
"Yes." Taking a slow sip, he sent Dark Shadow forward instead of leaning into the circle himself. With a chirp of glee, the Quirk sent the bottle spinning. It landed on Tsuyu, who blinked her large eyes placidly.
"Truth, kero," she stated without being asked; Izuku took a drink from his bottle as Tokoyami tilted his head slightly.
"What is the most embarrassing thing you've seen someone in the class do in the last week?" he asked, getting a delighted giggle from Dark Shadow as the Quirk bounced eagerly next to him.
"Oooh, spill the tea!" Ashido squealed, leaning forward with a bright grin; Tsuyu hummed thoughtfully, lifting a finger to pluck and pull at her lip in thought.
"Really, we should keep these questions to appropriate topics!" Iida demanded, chopping the air sternly. "There is no need to embarrass or humiliate any of our classmates!"
"I saw Iida slip on the floor and throw his orange juice into the air, where it hit the overhead lamp and broke it, kero," Tsuyu informed them all guilelessly, still pulling at her lip as Iida froze, a bright red shooting up his neck to his ears.
"OMG Iida!" Ashido cackled, as the blue-haired boy sputtered, adjusting his glasses as everyone laughed, even Bakugou snorting with a smirk.
"Wait, isn't that the lamp that Mineta got blamed for 'cause Aizawa-Sensei caught him tryin' to use the ceiling to look down girls' shirts?" Sero asked, which just made the girls laugh harder as the boy in question whined about being Iida's Scapegoat.
"Y-yes, well…" Iida started, before coughing into his fist. "I, I have no excuse," he admitted; Tsuyu bobbed her head and reach forward to spin the bottle. The next few rounds were quick and just as funny. Shoji was dared to do a dance and showed a surprisingly terrifying ability to Macarena in different directions while staring straight ahead, Hagakure got to tell a hilarious story about scaring Snipe multiple times when asked which Hero her Quirk would work best against, Sero was dared to lick Bakugou only to have to have that Dare vetoed when the explosive boy snapped a reminder that he sweat nitroglycerin you dumbfucks. Kouda got to traumatize everyone by admitting that he would send spiders and centipedes after the kids who used to bully him, face bright red as he signed uncomfortably about it. Uraraka got to stick Mineta to the ceiling with Sero's help when she was dared to.
All in all, Izuku was both relieved and happy that there hadn't been any of the weird or creepy dares that he'd always been warned about in movies, books, and online stories of these sorts of get-togethers. No one was getting dared to kiss, or touch anyone inappropriately, or even talk about that sort of thing yet! It was actually just… Fun.
"Truth or Dare, Kami!" Ashido demanded cheerfully after showing off her break-dancing skills for a curious Ojiro (who had admitted that he sometimes slept holding onto his tail when asked Uraraka asked).
"Truth!" he declared with a bright grin; the pink-skinned girl bounced.
"Have you kissed anyone yet?" She demanded; Izuku felt his previously relaxing state vanish, immediately uncomfortable as he nervously lifted his water to gulp some down.
"Ha! Unless you count my Kaasan kissing my boo boos, nope," the blond boy declared without a single ounce of shame, to Izuku's relief. Sighing, he lifted his bottle to take another drink, when a random thought flashed through his head and out of his mouth without his consent or control.
"Recovery Girl's kisses actually heal boo boos," he breathed, momentarily stunned at the realization; immediately, the room seemed to pause.
"Holy shit," Kaminari breathed back. "They do!"
"Does that make her the ultimate Mom then, kero?" Tsuyu asked immediately, thoughtfully.
"Mom Might," Jirou breathed, unintentionally setting everyone off.
"Recovery Mom!"
"All-Mom!"
"Healy Might!"
"Recovery Might!"
"You're all fucking dumbasses!" Bakugou scoffed, leaning forward with a sneer. "Granny Might."
"Dude!" Kirishima cried gleefully, smashing his fists together. "Hell yeah, Granny Might!" The class laughed and Hagakure and Ashido scrambled to pull out their phones to message their friends in other classes, Aoyama and Yaoyorozu doing the same, the dark-haired girl giggling softly as she did so. After a few minutes spent just laughing and spreading the news around about the newly named Granny Might, the game continued. Kaminari got to dare Todoroki to dab, and that set off the more ditsy Bakusquad members because he didn't have to explain what a dab was. Todoroki, face utterly serious, actually asked Aoyama if he was actually French (he was apparently a quarter-French through his Tousan, go figure). Aoyama got to touch Bakugou's hair when the boy took Dare with a sneer. He then promptly informed the whole class that it was ridiculously soft and thick, which saw Bakugou swarmed briefly by all the girls and his Squad, until a few, relatively tame explosions and snarled curses sent everyone back to their seats with laughter.
"Truth or Dare, fuckin' Four Eyes," he demanded as the bottle landed on Iida; the glasses wearing boy quickly adjusted said spectacles, clearing his throat.
"Truth!" He declared; a mean smile curled Bakugou's mouth before he leaned forward.
"What the fuck actually happened in Hosu?" He asked, teeth bared as Iida's eyes went wide. "Because like shit did Endickwhore actually do shit to Stain. That fucker'd be burned to fuck and back if he'd actually fought that dipshit. So. What. Happened."
"I…I a-am not, that isn't, I! I legally can't tell you that!" He sputtered; Bakugou bared his teeth.
"Bull-fucking-shit , Four Eyes!" he snarled; Todoroki shook his head.
"He's telling the truth," the dual-haired boy told him. "The Hosu Police had us sign NDA's or face punishment for illegal Quirk Use."
"W-wait," Jirou interrupted, eyes wide. "They seriously were gonna punish you guys for using your Quirks, when those Noumu's and Stain were running around? The hell?!" Izuku hunched his shoulders, nodding jerkily when eyes darted to him as well, fiddling with his bottle. "That's bullshit! There are self-defense laws for that shit!"
"She's right," Ojiro frowned. "Unless you used your Quirk and it endangered a Civilian, they didn't really have any grounds to threaten you guys like that." Bakugou scoffed, sneering as he slumped back with crossed arms, rolling his eyes.
"Dumb fuckin' pissants probably just butthurt a bunch of teenagers had to do their fuckin' jobs for them while they were too busy jerkin' off and suckin' each other's dicks," he sneered.
"Quite," Iida agreed without hesitation, before his whole face immediately turning bright red as delighted shrieks and playfully scandalized exclamations irrupted, even Bakugou snorting with a grin as the tension in his shoulders relaxed. Iida cleared his throat and lunged forward to quickly spin the bottle, obviously desperate for a distraction. It landed on Momo, who surprisingly chose Dare and was then asked to sing her favorite song (some new song by an American band no one had really heard of, called Pass the Kazoo). Izuku froze, anxiety spiking, as the bottle pointed, finally, in his direction.
"T-Truth," he stuttered out, making Bakugou scoff derisively as the rest of the Class either groaned or laughed it off.
"Why does your Quirk hurt you so badly?" The brunet asked simply, making Izuku flinch, eyes wide. "I've been wondering for a while now. It's obvious that you take your studies seriously, you train just as hard as the rest of us, so I seriously doubt it was in any way some sort of deliberate negligence on your part. So, why, exactly, does your Quirk impact you so negatively? And why weren't safety precautions put in place for it if it was a known and recorded aspect?"
"Hey, yeah!" Kaminari agreed, pointing at her. "That's a good point! My Quirk has recorded and known drawbacks, and U.A. did things like add thicker rubber soles to my school shoes, make sure my assigned seats aren't metal, things like that!"
"They provided me with special gloves that cover a couple of my fingers, so I don't activate my Quirk on accident," Uraraka added.
"And I am always provided with an abundance of orange juice in the cafeteria for my own Quirk!" Iida agreed with a firm arm chop. "I sincerely doubt that such a highly acclaimed school who has already shown its capability and willingness to aide its students would be so negligent in the case of a destructive Quirk like yours, Midoriya-Kun!" Izuku stuttered and swallowed several times, shoulders bunching uncomfortably as he stared down at his water bottle nervously.
"It, ah, i-it's b-because… Um…" Izuku trailed off, anxiety rising, before Bakugou finally scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"It's because the fucking nerds Quirk didn't come in til this year, dumbasses," he declared, making everyone gape or exclaim as Izuku's couldn't help but breath out slightly in relief. "Nerd was misdiagnosed as fuckin' Quirkless when we were brats, didn't show any signs til his body fuckin' got enough muscle mass that his Quirk wouldn't fuckin' kill him when it turned on."
"W-what?!" Uraraka gasped. "B-but that's crazy!"
"Holy shit, Midobro!" Kirishima breathed, eyes wide.
"Late Blooming Quirk Activation is ridiculously Rare, Midoriya-Kun," Yaoyorozu declared, eyes wide with shock and concern. "If you only discovered the activation requirements for it this year… It's no wonder your Quirk is so damaging!"
"What did you just say?" A hoarse, dark voice asked slowly, making the whole class flinch and startle. Standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a glass of water in hand and Quirk activated as he stared at them all, Aizawa-Sensei looked borderline murderous. Yaoyorozu froze, eyes huge and obviously frightened, and Izuku swallowed around the lump in his throat.
"A-ah, um," he started, clearing his throat as those hellfire-red eyes lasered in on him, his shoulders hunched up to his ears as he curled up defensively, offering a weak, wobbly smile at his teacher. "I-I di-didn't, um, a-activate m-y Quirk until, um, until this year?" He managed; if anything, Aizawa-Sensei's face went harder,
"What."
"A-and, um, un-until the, um, th-the Entrance Exam I, I was, um, Q-Quirkless?" he managed to admit, cringing as Aizawa's eye twitched.
"What."
"Y-yeah, um, heh, th-that's sort of, um, why m-my Quirk h-hurts me so bad? B-because I, um, only, only l-learned about it this year?" He managed; Aizawa stared at him, blank-faced and red-eyed, before slowly, robotically, he turned and stormed from the Dorm, radiating a sort of fury that made Izuku cringe down even further, wincing as the Dorm doors slammed behind their teacher, leaving the class in a sort of haze of uncomfortable uncertainty.
"Dude," Sero breathed softly into the silence. "Midoriya, dud, that, that's kinda fucked up."
"Y-yeah," he muttered, eyes glancing unhappily over to Bakugou, who grimaced back at him, arms crossing as he scowled.
"Wait," Kaminari said, sitting up abruptly, "bro, that means you've learned to do all the shit you can do with your Quirk in less than a year! Holy shit, that's impressive as hell!"
"Whoa, he's right!" Kirishima agreed, eyes wide. "That's so manly, bro! Good job!" he declared, punching Izuku gently on the shoulder. That seemed to unfreeze their classmates, and soon the air was filled with compliments and offers for help in practicing, which quickly devolved further into everyone talking about embarrassing things they did when they were first learning to use their Quirks. Izuku sniffled with relief, wiping at his tears as Shoji admitted to getting tangled in his shirts constantly and tearing more than one sleeve off, and even refusing to wear shirts at all for a period after his arms came in and would transform without control at times.
"K-Kacchan blew up a carton of milk all over his Kaasan's new shoes once," Izuku blurted as everyone chattered. "Th-then he tried to hide them in his Tousan's briefcase s-so she wouldn't see."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEKU!" Bakugou howled as the class burst into laughter. "Your dumbass cried the first time you picked a flower 'cause you didn't know it would die afterwards!"
"Aw, Deku-Kun!" Uraraka cooed as Izuku flushed brightly with a pout.
"Sh-shut up, Kacchan!" He blurted back. "Y-you didn't learn how to read kanji right un-until you were eight!"
"Mother fucker!" the blind shrieked, leaping across the circle at the green-haired boy, who yelped but caught him without thought, the two of them beginning to wrestle aggressively as Bakugou attempted to shove what looked like a dirty sock he'd grabbed from under the couch into Izuku's mouth. The room soon devolved into various factions of cheering, booing, and scolding (Iida) classmates as the laughed and scrambled out of the wrestling duos way.
This is what Aizawa eventually returned to, Nedzu perched on his shoulder. The exhausted looking teacher stared, deadpan, as Bakugou cursed Izuku out about how he should 'quit fuckin' biting me, you piece of shit!' as the blond tried to force what he vaguely recognized as one of his own missing socks into the other boys mouth.
"Kacchan, no!"
"Kacchan fucking yes, you piece of shit!"
"What a lively bunch!" Nedzu cheerfully declared, laughing as Uraraka cheered when Izuku managed to slap Bakugou's face with a flailing hand, making the blond yelp.
"I am not paid enough for any of this bullshit," Aizawa breathed, exhausted, as Bakugou screeched like a trod-on cat and all but frothed at the mouth. With a sigh, the brunet moved to break the loud group up.
(Bakugou and Izuku ended up grounded once again, and Izuku was given the dubious delight of weekly visits with a Quirk Councilor. Truth or Dare was also temporarily banned from the Dorm until Aizawa-Sensei said otherwise. It had, despite a few bumps, been a fun night, and would open the door for future games and shenanigans in the 1-A Dorms, much to Aizawa's disgruntlement.)
A/N: The prompt for this Drabble was caused by my own thought, where I kissed my nephew on a bruise on his forehead and, five minutes later, had the thought about Recovery Girl lol. Hope you enjoy!