"Fucking fight me, asshole! Let us see who's the strongest once and for all!" ordered Bakugou, sending sparks flying from his hands.

Todoroki sighed. "Fine, is a game of cards ok-"

"Stop with the bullshit already!" Bakugou said. At his frustrated gestures, his loose pants slid down his hips until he resembled a yakuza wannabe.

"Attention everyone! Please assemble in the common room!" Iida's voice beckoned through the halls.

Confused at the sudden announcement, Bakugou looked at Todoroki, who shrugged in response. Bakugou shoved his hands in his pockets, lumbering out of his room with an angry shuffle, and the two boys made their way downstairs. They passed into the common room. It was pitch black and bathed in complete silence.

"The hell?" Bakugou pondered. The lights flicked on and the room exploded in sound, bright colours and familiar faces.

"SURPRISE!"

"Happy birthday, Bakugou!" The whole class cheered. They all pulled the cords on their party poppers.

"Fuck!" Bakugou thundered. "Were you sent to distract me, IcyHot Bastard?"

"Sorry," was Todoroki's rather unconcerned apology.

"We pulled off the surprise, huh?!"

"We stayed up late making these decorations, y'know."

"Thank goodness we finished on time, ribbit."

Satou brought out the birthday cake, complete with 18 candles. "I heard you like spicy food, so I made a chocolate and chili cake." The flicker of a smile appeared on his lips.

At Iida's signal, the class started singing Happy Birthday.

Bakugou eyed his classmates and his annoyance flared at their cheerful faces. Bakugou detested receiving any form of affection or kindness as he equated it with being pitied, something he didn't tolerate. He grimaced as he blew out the candles quickly to end their singing.

Everyone gathered around the table and began taking apart the cake.

"Looks delish!"

"Great job as always, Satou."

"Want some cake, Ochako?"

"Sure do!"

"A mad banquet of darkness."

"I'll have some cake as well, oui. Merci."

"Here, Tooru."

"Thank you!"

Everyone sat around the common room stuffing their faces and chatting happily. Everyone except Bakugou, who was scowling in the corner.

Mineta and Kaminari picked up the box of liquor. The boys locked eyes and gave each other subtle nods. They had somehow gotten their hands on multiple bottles for their devious plan.

"What's going on?" Ashido asked, intrigued by the box and hoping to get a peek.

"Let's play Ousama with drinks!" Mineta and Kaminari said in unison, with passion fists clenched in front of them.

"Yes! The perfect party game!" Ashido grinned.

Iida shot up in protest, waving his arms up and down. "I'm going to Mr. Aizawa. This in no way helps us to be better heroes."

"Even so, I wanna play!" Ashido stressed.

"What about fun and relaxation?" Tsuyu said, backing up Ashido. She tapped her chin in contemplation.

"I wanna participate. Don't you?" Ojiro encouraged.

"It's a common bonding experience to test our strength and perseverance. Friendly competition!" The first shot came from Mineta, and Kaminari provided him with cover fire. "You can find great strength in party games and drinking will bring us closer together. Plus, we need to celebrate Bakugou!"

Iida gasped in understanding. "The human spirit is to grow strong by conflict? Aha but of course! Parties are about togetherness and with that opportunity to engage in friendly rivalry, which in turn will make us better fighters and heroes someday... How brilliant! Mineta, Kaminari, I commend you." The ever serious Iida seemed taken aback at having convinced himself of Mineta's and Kaminari's position.

"You didn't take much convincing," laughed Uraraka.

"Iida's got a really oddball way of unleashing his passion. Weirdo." Tsuyu commented.

The earnest boy's quick change in attitude drew chuckles from the whole class.

Mineta and Kaminari exchanged eager smiles, winking and giving a thumbs up in agreement.

"Listen up, everyone! We are going to do a bonding exercise! The Ousama game. I will, of course, abstain from drinking to keep an eye on you all. Someone still needs to stay responsible," proposed the straightlaced class president.

"That's the class rep for you!" Ashido resounded.

"Hey, Birthday boy, don't walk away! You're playing, too!" said Kirishima stopping Bakugou.

"Ousama, what is it?" Todoroki asked.

"As expected of Todoroki." Tsuyu pointed out.

"T-to tell the truth, this is my first Ousama game too... Could someone explain how it's meant to go?" Midoriya asked the group.

"The only rule that every player has to obey is THE KING'S ORDERS ARE ABSOLUTE," Kaminari began as he thrust his fists in the air.

"First, you gather enough chopsticks to equal the number of players. Write "OUSAMA" or "KING" on one of the chopsticks and number the rest from 1 upwards. Then someone holds the chopsticks with the number sides in his/her fist so the numbers are concealed. Everyone draws a stick without telling anyone their number and the lucky person with the "OUSAMA" chopstick will give orders to other players to perform by stating their numbers (without knowing who they are). Example, Four kisses Six. If you don't wish to do the command, you have to finish your drink. Except for Iida of course."

"I'll just drink orange juice," Iida informed. He always drank this one particular beverage to excess since it helped his quirk.

Kaminari continued, "After each deed is done, the chopsticks are gathered again and the process is repeated, so everyone will get a chance to become the King and can take revenge on the players who tormented them during the previous rounds!"

"There's no way I'm gonna take orders from the rest of these losers!" Bakugou glowered from his corner.

"Running away from a challenge," sassed Sero, the corners of his mouth curled upwards into a sneer.

"Like hell I am!" he said, bearing his teeth as a sign of aggression.

"Then I suppose you won't back out of a command during the game," Sero answered, his mouth twisted into a smirk.

"Damn right! I'll destroy you assholes!" he said, getting up in Sero's face. Sero had hit a nerve. Bakugou always tried to win, no matter what.

"Who are you calling assholes and losers? We just wished you a happy birthday. We made you a cake and everything," yelled Jirou from the couch. She shot Bakugou a venomous look.

"You for starters! No one asked you to make anything, you goon!" Bakugou shot back. He wheeled around to face her and a small explosion burst from the palm of his hand.

"Sorry, Jirou. Bakugou just can't help himself when it comes to name calling," Kirishima apologized, forehead creased with concern.

"That's loser talk if I ever heard it, Broomhead!" Bakugou said, turning on his own friend.

"Who cares as long as I get to be king!"

"Yeah obey me, peasant! Do 100 cartwheels!"

"Ugh, no tricky ones please."

"What are we in grade school? That's not tricky."

"Let's have some party music! Something electronic."

"Yeah, let's do it!"

The class was acting as wild and carefree as a group of kindergartners.

Iida shot up above the commotion, began swinging his arms about and shouted, "Everyone quiet down! Quiet! Quiet!"

"You're louder than everyone else, Iida," Tsuyu observed.

"Oh, apologies. However, everyone should grab a drink and sit down to begin the game!" said Iida, straightening his arms and gesturing.

"Thanks a lot," said Ashido, nabbing the strongest bottle.

"Really now, Ashido..." started Yaoyorozu as she shook her head. She was the 'Iida' among the girls: always quick to encourage proper behavior, but getting carried away with it all too often.

The others butted in on their attempts to organise everyone.

"Come on, Yao-momo, it's a celebration," Jirou asserted as she drifted past to the box.

"Yao-momo, let's not be rude," Ashido said, lowering herself to the sofa.

"Yeah Ousama game!" Kaminari implored, placing the box on the table.

The words hung in the air just a moment before smiles broke out all around and everyone tore into the drinks.

"Drinking light, Ochako? Want some?" Tsuyu inquired, offering her peach soju.

"Yeah, pacing myself. Your drink's strong, Tsuyu!" Uraraka took a mouthful, savoring it.

"Go big or go home, ribbit. Wanna sit with me, Ochako?"

"Yeah! Definitely."

Yaoyorozu had used her quirk to create uniquely stylish chopsticks. Everyone gathered around and withdrew a numbered chopstick from Iida's hand.

"Let the game commence!" Iida exulted, checking his chopstick. He was number ten. "Okay, who has our starting command?"

"Oh, that's me," Ashido said, flashing a peace sign. "Nineteen, say who your crush is?" she uttered, taking stock of the crowd who leaned forward hungrily at her question.