They continued to play.
"Eight, spin us the scariest tale you can," Ashido demanded while giving a "Muhahaha" laugh.
Tokoyami rose to his feet and started his tale with a chilling voice.
"Revelry in the dark... Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire? No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce?
The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart ever started racing though your legs refuse to move?
Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink? Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that's seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain?
Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories? Well, have you? Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question: Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?"
"Eeek," trembled Jirou. A panicked expression flittered across her pretty features. Believing in ghosts and other supernatural phenomena, she found his tale terrifying.
"Gyaaahh," shuddered Hagakure. Her chest rose and fell with rapid breaths.
Uraraka drew in a stuttered gasp. "Such a spooky tale!" she squeaked. Goose pimples shivered down her spine.
All the girls took refuge behind Shouji, Ashido clinging to his arm. They felt safe there. Some of the color had drained from the boy's' faces too. Though Todoroki listened attentively from the wall, he was not fazed by the tale. He was overcome by a post-cake drowsiness and couldn't stifle a big yawn.
"I'm afraid there's still more to come..." Tokoyami warned.
"Ahhh no stop!"
"It's already going to give me nightmares."
"It's gonna keep me up tonight."
"Yikes, no way!"
"It's fine, I'm not scared."
"Get off my leg, Mineta."
"Can't help it... too scared."
Deemed too scary a tale to continue, the class decided to move on.
"Ten. Let Two give you a new hairstyle which you have to keep for the remainder of the game," Yaoyorozu said with a definite nod.
"What!" Bakugou barked at being number ten. "Which one of you extras is Two?"
Kaminari put up his hand with a smirk.
Bakugou quivered with indignation.
"Oh, apologies, it isn't often I make decisions like this," specified Yaoyorozu. She tensed her shoulders.
"That's our princess for ya," Kaminari said, wasting no time grabbing a comb from Aoyama.
When he finished pulling and prodding Bakugou's hair, Bakugou was done up in his Best Jeanist hairstyle. The whole class burst out laughing. Sero spewed out his beer as it went up his nose.
"DIE!" Bakugou cursed, crossing his arms. "I'll kill you all"
"Cool it, Bakugou!" Kirishima appealed, hand back on his shoulder.
"Once you all shut the hell up, sure!" Bakugou retorted. He shunted him off with a huff.
Everyone fetched new chopsticks.
"My turn!" Kirishima declared as he gripped his chopstick. "Seventeen, arm wrestle Six." He took a glance at his classmates.
Satou and Sero raised their hands.
"What the heck? Sero can't beat him!" Ashido protested, gesturing to Satou.
"You can do it, Sero, Satou!" Uraraka put forth, fist in the air. An amused expression quirked up the side of her mouth as she studied them.
Sero reclined on the sofa and pressed his fingers against his shut eyes like they might roll off should she lose diligence. He chugged his drink down.
"Soy-face, all that talk talk talk, and you ain't even gonna fight?" Bakugou taunted glowering.
"Do I look like I can beat Satou?!" fretted Sero, pointing to himself then to Satou.
"Might as well give it our all!" Satou said, striking a powerful pose.
"Whatever, I could smash anyone here!" Bakugou objected. He cracked his knuckles.
"That's our Bakugou, so freaking manly," noted Kirishima. The corners of his mouth curled into a wide grin.
In a flash, Sero's pouting lips stretched into a beaming smile. "I'd like to see you try, Side-Part Boy!" he jested. "What number are you?"
Bakugou snapped to attention. "Number One of course as it should be!"
"Okay, One arm wrestle Three," Kirishima said, changing things up. He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug.
Midoriya slowly put his hand up, drawing Bakugou's attention. Whether it was the sight of Midoriya's face that did it or not, Bakugou's blood pressure spiked. "Dammit Deku, who said you could challenge me!"
"The fated battle between men." resounded Uraraka, shaking Midoriya. She loved it whenever Bakugou acted like a proper rival to Midoriya.
Bakugou, turning any minor competition or inconvenience into a huge thing, didn't back down. He pounded his fist on the table, urging Midoriya over. Arm wrestling or not, an intense aura of competition had filled the large room. Midoriya gulped as they clasped hands.
"Ready, fight!" Kirishima whooped, swinging his arm down over their fists.
Muscle clashed with muscle as both arms shook violently. Midoriya started frantically muttering about strategies and ways to win.
"Quit mumbling, it's fuckin weird," Bakugou spat, straining his arm.
Bakugou, same as always. Scary how used to this I am, Midoriya reflected.
Bakugou endured, but the awkward angle put him at a huge disadvantage. Things looked dire for Bakugou until Kirishima yelled,
"Go, Bakugou! Push it to the max!"
"Cram it, shitty hair. What does it look like I'm doing?!" He flayed him with his gaze.
But the moment gave Bakugou time to swing his arm up over the top. The audience was just as fired up as the competitors now.
The balance quickly shifted as Midoriya's bulky arm brought Bakugou's crashing down onto the table.
Bakugou cursed slamming his hands on a table with an explosive "BOOOOOOM". Feeling cheated, he resorted to the classic table flip, causing the class to back up in their seats. He angrily retreated to his seat in the corner.
"Bakugou is a really impressive arm wrestler..." murmured Midoriya as he jerked his thumb toward him.
"Or just a sore loser," Todoroki said, fighting back another yawn leaning against the wall.
"To think Bakugou would be slain..." croaked Tokoyami, hardly able to believe his eyes.
"Beaten by a guy in girl's clothes," Sero said with whimpers of mirth.
"Fuck! Ugh, shut the hell up! Next match!" Bakugou hissed. He waved at them dismissively.
"Will, you ever learn to restrain that mouth of yours?" Iida replied, signaling everyone to put their chopsticks back.
"King! Five, dance to a song of the group's choosing," requested Hagakure.
"That's me," Ashido hummed, jumping up.
"No fair! She can actually dance!" Kaminari yelled, pointing at Ashido, and he gave her a frosty look.
"I've been hooked on this band that does arrangements of classical stuff." Jirou made her case known by grabbing her iPod.
"My, that sounds fascinating," Yaoyorozu said earnestly as she clapped her hands together.
Ashido gave a thumbs up, skipping to the middle of the room.
"You watching too, Deku?" Uraraka hinted, getting right up in Midoriya's face who covered his face with his hands.
She has a habit of being very close to Midoriya's face, which flustered the guy to no end.
Jirou's song played loudly. Ashido started breakdancing with an L-kick. The class drunkenly yelled and hollered at her with all of them being quite inebriated now.
Ashido was sleek, confident, and graceful doing the moonwalk and the backspin.
The cheers got louder and louder.
Ashido finished with the windmill. "Ta-da! Isn't it cute?"
"That was awesome!" Kirishima said, giving her a high five.
Hagakure hugged her. "You're so talented."
It was Mineta's turn to draw the chopstick.
"Mineta, are you thinking of something perverted right now?" Tsuyu hypothesized, one heavy eyebrow slanted in strong disapproval.
Mineta hesitated, he cast only the slightest of glances to the frog girl before focusing back to his chopstick.
"...Possibly? Seven strip."