"I'm Nineteen," said Uraraka. She suddenly recalled Aoyama's words to her, where he had suggested that she was crushing on Midoriya. The freckle face with the green hair sitting across from her seemed intrigued. Her knees weakened. She promptly finished her drink. Some boos were heard but most of the crowd seemed to empathize.

Ashido groaned, she pinched the bridge of her nose. "What the heck is this?! Uraraka, I wanna hear something that tugs on the heartstrings!" She sighed in disappointment, hoping to have heard something interesting from the love lives of her nominated victims

They gathered the chopsticks and began again.

Shoji produced a mouth out of one of his dupli-arms and spoke. "Six, tell us what is the meanest thing you have done to someone that didn't deserve it?"

"Tch," Bakugou sniffed, he slouched into his seat. "Ha. Nothing."

"Pfft," responded to the crowd.

"Are you kidding!"

"You're angry and sharp-tongued all the time."

"Every word out of your mouth is either an insult or a threat."

"You have it in for Midoriya, especially."

"Don't you fucking say his name!" Bakugou screamed. His eyes were stormy.

Kirishima had no patience for those who were mean spirited, but he knew Bakugou was remorseful of his treatment of Midoriya. It was something Bakugou had confided in him. It wasn't up to him to lecture people who had remorse for what they'd done, that was up to the one who'd been bullied. He took hold of Bakugou's shoulder. "Bakugou may have a bad attitude and a nasty mouth on him, but he's a man's man who's just following his convictions."

Bakugou shot him a glare, swatting his hand away. "Don't start with that mushy shit, Broomhead."

"See, mean! Even when someones praising him."

"Next," Iida said. He seized the chopsticks.

"Yeah, yeah!" Ashido beamed, bouncing on her toes.

"I'm getting excited," Hagakure exclaimed, jiggling her leg while she was sitting down.

"King! One, confess what the silliest thing you have an emotional attachment to is?" Satou probed as he regarded his peers.

Hagakure's sleeve indicated she was putting her hand up. "My teddy that looks like Nezu," she announced. She blushed despite no one being able to see her face.

"You're like a little kid," snorted Jirou. She gave her friend a playful shove.

"It's kinda cute," sang Uraraka as she poured more shochu into her cup.

"She's got the natural airhead thing going. It's cute," Kaminari praised her and he flashed a huge grin at her.

Another round began. People sat and sipped their drinks eagerly waiting for the next king to speak.

"Fourteen, tell us who is the sexiest person here?" queried Sero as he waggled his eyebrows. The group held their breath, covering their faces and peeking around.

"Moi and Moi!" Aoyama said with conviction, hand to his chest. Everyone ogled him, some rolled their eyes, others facepalmed.

A new round was in motion.

"I'm the king," trumpeted Iida.

"What's next, President? Or should I say, King?" wondered Ashido as she inclined her head.

"Nine, do a run in place for 10 minutes," he said, ending with a maniacal laugh befitting a villain, hands on his hips.

Midoriya put up his hand, stumbled to the center of the room and sighed. "This is all getting kinda ridiculous."

"Sure is." said Todoroki listlessly as he took a deep swallow of his drink.

Midoriya started running in place and the class shouted encouragement while consuming their beverages.

After 10 minutes, he meekly bowed without breaking a sweat.

A different match came to pass. People were gossiping about who it would be, sharing their excitement.

The fated sticks chose Tsuyu. "Four, tell us what are you most self-conscious about?" she inquired, pressing her fingers to her lips.

"My face," Shoji admitted, as he extended a dupli-arm up. "I was told my face was terrifying, so I always wear a mask to cover my mouth to avoid scaring people. I'm used to being feared." His shoulders slumped.

Ashido, being the person to Shoji's left, said to him, "That's crazy! You're so sweet all the time." She rubbed his shoulder in support.

Everyone staggered when they went to choose their sticks from Iida. Each of them were a bit tipsy at this point.

"Ousama. Twelve, serenade Two," directed Jirou, tugging at her earlobe.

"I'm Twelve, which means..." Kirishima voice trailed off as he peered at his peers.

Ashido's hand shot up. "It's better than being cooped up in my room." She crossed her legs and sat with her hands in her lap waiting for Kirishima. He kneeled in front of her with his arms out. Being a Metalhead, he screamed the most romantic song he could to Ashido, Type O Negative - Love You To Death. The class cringed and cheered.

"You're so tone deaf. It's still amazing, though," Ashido said, giving him a peck on the cheek, wearing her pollyanna smile. Kirishima smiled back with pink cheeks.

Aoyama was up. "Twelve, what would you do if you were the opposite sex for a month?" He inclined twirling around the room.

Mineta, a creepy leer on his face, began to speak, "I would-"

"Moving on!"

"Yeah, let's keep this going."

The class agreed, not wanting to hear the rest of that sentence.

"Five, try to drink a glass of water while standing on your hands," instructed Ojiro as he surveyed the room, looking for the nominated person.

"C'mon, that's so ordinary, boring even." Sero took a swig of his drink.

"What's wrong with being ordinary...?" mumbled Ojiro, with an expression of pure angst.

Iida grumbled about being number Five, standing on one hand while drinking the glass Ojiro got him. He tried his best but most of the water dripped down his face. "I'm a novice. Overall, I think I had trouble with practical application," muttered Iida. He stewed in the salty broth of disappointment.

"Next round."

The class pumped their fists in the air. "All right!"

"Eleven. Switch clothes with eight," demanded Sero with a smile dancing on his lips. Uraraka and Midoriya lifted their hands.

Midoriya let out a choking sound, nearly suffocating on his anxiety. "I-I'm game. We can always drink Uraraka. Just in case you don't want to. Not trying to force it..." At his bashful explanation, Midoriya gave a weak chuckle.

"Are you curious about girl clothes, Midoriya?" Tsuyu asked.

Being plucky, Uraraka didn't hesitate and began undressing.

The girls scrambled to Mineta, covering his eyes. "HEY," he sobbed swinging his arms and tried to fight them off.

When they had switched apparel, the group studied their clothes. Midoriya was now wearing a deep v neck that played up his broad shoulders and slim hips, along with short shorts. While Uraraka wore baggy cargo pants that did no favors for her figure and a T-shirt that said Plus Ultra! Midoriya hads nine shirts that were basically the same shirt.

"I'll blend into the role to not stand out. Fwwssh! Girl mode!" imitated Midoriya, straightening his arms out clumsily. Most of Midoriya's clumsiness could be chalked up to nervousness.

"You're standing out even more, Midoriya," Todoroki monotoned from his spot by the wall.

"Aw, you barely changed!" Sero bawled wanting to see proper crossdressing. His shoulders dropped with a sigh.

"Dazzlin!" said Aoyama, still twirling around the room.