"Ack," the class echoed.
"Oh dear, you're acting disgracefully," Yaoyorozu pointed out, her mouth set in a hard line.
"Ugh, you're the worst," Hagakure fumed, being number seven. She removed her dress and underwear so she was standing stark naked except for her socks.
Glad he got a girl but devastated it was Hagakure, Mineta pouted.
Even though they couldn't see her, people were blushing at just the implication that she was naked.
They awkwardly grabbed new chopsticks.
"Four slap Nine as hard as you can," Bakugou said with authority.
"That's mean, Kacchan," Midoriya sighed. His forehead creased with worry.
"Right? What a weirdo," Ashido ridiculed, as she sampled her drink.
"Seriously?! Seriously, Bakugou?!" Sero perplexed, raising an eyebrow.
Shoji and Jirous' spines jerked upright being Four and Nine. They opted to finish their drinks.
Bakugou shoved back his chair and slammed his fist on the table. "Weaklings!" he bellowed.
"He's so loud..." rasped Tokoyami as he rotated his body away from him.
"Bakugou! Sorry, everyone!" Kirishima shouted into his hands. There was a deep-set frown on his face.
Everyone acquired new chopsticks.
Iida held the Ousama chopstick. "Three, what is something that you have never told anyone?" he asked.
"I'm a fan of Star Trek: The Original Series," Ashido chorused. The corner of her mouth quirked up.
A new round commenced.
"Who is it? Which one? Who is it?" Hagakure chirped trying to get a peek of her classmates' chopsticks.
"The crown again, among the splendid U.A. students," said Iida, waving his chopstick. "Seven, what is something your friends would never expect you do?"
"I create illusions," Tokoyami revealed, arms crossed and leaning against the wall.
"Huh," the class faltered.
"I do magic tricks." He talked so quietly, it was hard to hear what he was saying. He lowered his head.
"Tokoyami has a hobby like that...?" Uraraka contemplated as she pressed her hands to her cheeks.
"Oh yeah, right? I was surprised, too!" Ashido affirmed, swaying to face her friend and spilling her drink.
Everybody withdrew new chopsticks.
"Twelve, let Five put my tape on any part of your body they choose and rip it off," chuckled Sero, pulling his elbow tape.
Shouji being Twelve swiped some of Sero's tape and slapped onto number Five's Satou's - chest. He dragged it off, the resounding RIP filling the room.
"Ouch," the class winced. They patted Satou on the back saying he was very admirable and brave. He was so surprised and flattered that he almost exploded from embarrassment, red face, fuming ears and all.
"Me! Six kiss Nine romantically," Ashido blurted without missing a beat. The teens shrieked, people were shaking each other asking what number they have.
"Even if we don't do anything important, I want to force it to be about romance!" Ashido exclaimed. Thinking about it gave her sharp palpitations. Todoroki and Midoriya hesitantly put their hands up. "Seriously? I can't wait to see this!" she said, bouncing with excitement.
Midoriya fixed his gaze on Todoroki, twiddling his thumbs. His cheeks burned hot scarlet and the nervous, quivery smile he cracked during a tense situation on his face. Todoroki gave him a sort of come-hither look. He cooly made his way over to him, picked him up, and swiftly dipped him, planting a soft kiss to his lips.
"Wow, cute..." All the girls practically squealed.
"Gross!" Mineta gagged.
"Let us know when you grow up, Mineta," Tsuyu rasped. A groan accompanied the roll of her eyes.
"Holy whoa!" Midoriya said when he broke away, his face even redder. A desire for more radiated between them. Todoroki was unable to peel his gaze off Midoriya.
"They seemed to enjoy it."
"Different strokes for different folks, huh."
"No no, I totally get it. Men love romance too deep down!"
The class was in an uproar, being thoroughly smashed now. They snatched out new chopsticks.
"Sixteen, drink a cup of a concoction that Eighteen makes," ordered Bakugou.
Mineta was number Eighteen. He let out a guffaw that echoed throughout the great room. He made Uraraka a concoction of beer, soju, lemon sour, whiskey, umeshu, and atsukan hoping to get her plastered.
"That ain't a drink, it's a bio-weapon," Kirishima worried when the smell assaulted her nostrils.
"I'll never forgive that darn Bakugou," Uraraka hiccuped, after downing her drink. Cheeks flushed, she raised a single clenched fist with all the subdued fury of a wronged protagonist in a kung fu film.
"That takes guts," Midoriya said. His head bobbed up and down, obviously impressed with Uraraka's bravery.
It was animal-loving Koda's turn. "Five be Nineteen's pet for the next 5 minutes," piped Koda. Hagakure, being number Nineteen, grabbed Ojiro number Five and sat him on her lap, patting his head. Ojiro wagged his tail like an excited canine. Kaminari sat next to the couple's pet and fiddled with his tail, to which Mashirao paidys no mind.
The task fell on Mineta. "Fourteen, give Fifteen a spanking." He winked. The girls gasped and blushed heavily.
"You're causing problems for other people!" Iida told him off, wagging his finger.
Jirou and Yaoyorozu held up their hands, red as Kirishima's hair.
"It's embarrassing to imagine doing such a personal act in front of everyone," Yaoyorozu confessed, wringing her hands.
Yaoyorozu was in all respects a good girl. She had perfect looks and was always trying her darndest even if sometimes she lacked confidence. Jirou hoped their friendship would continue to blossom; of course, not like this.
"No, don't do it, girls have some self-respect!" cried Kaminari, having a crush on Jirou and not wanting to see her engage in such activities.
Yaoyorozu and Jirou, being quite intoxicated, decided to do it. Yaoyorozu leaned over presenting her bottom to Jirou. She lifted her hand and brought it down. The smack resounded the room. Embarrassment racked them.
"I'm so jealous!" Ashido said when it was over.
"I'm definitely gonna use Yaoyorozu's jiggling butt for the day's whack-off material," Mineta purred, drooling.
"Disgraceful... So disgraceful!" Yaoyorozu said, put off by Mineta's overwhelming creep aura.
"Truly an embodiment of lustful desires..." Tokoyami nodded.
"He didn't say anything about me..." Jirou lamented, fiddling with her earlobes and twirling them around her fingers.
Mineta lifted his drink to his lips and drained the whole thing like a celebratory toast to himself after a hard-won victory.
They set about preparing for the next round.
Kaminari thought hard for a moment then his face lit up with a wicked idea. "Nine lick Three's neck or let them lick your neck."
"Seriously?" Uraraka said from the corner of the couch, legs on the batrachian's lap. Her being number Three and Tsuyu being number Nine.
"I knew you were a perv but not this much of one," Jirou scolded.
"Who're you calling a prev?! You never miss a chance to take a shot at me huh, Jirou?" Kaminari whined as he gave her the finger.
"It's cause you requested weird stuff, Kaminari!" She extended her middle finger toward him in response. Jirou was quite sharp-tongued, especially towards Kaminari to piss him off, but no one was safe from her cutting sarcasm.
Uraraka's breath hitched when Tsuyu's long tongue brushed her neck. The group exclaimed an "Oh" in unison.
Everyone chose a new chopstick.
"Eleven, curse for 20 seconds straight " asserted Bakugou.
"Eeek!" yelped Koda, holding up his chopstick to show he was number Eleven. Preferring to communicate through sign language, he knew he couldn't possibly do that.
"C'mon, Koda!"
Koda was now cowering behind Iida, shaking his head. He swallowed his drink.
"Hey, Rocky you seriously scared of fucking swear words?" Bakugou tore into him.
"We all have our demons... Don't let it get to you,." Tokoyami comforted, patting Koda's back.
"Next."
Fresh energy filled the room.
"Here we go!"
"I'm shaking with excitement."
"Thirteen attempt to breakdance for 30 seconds," Ashido demanded with glee.
"As you say, mademoiselle," Aoyama slurred.
"Have a bright future with my twinkle!"
He made his way to the floor and started wildly up rocking.
"Wow not bad," Todoroki said, sounding almost impressed.
Aoyama went into a jerky headspin.
"You were so close!" encouraged Ashido, throwing her arms open.
"Merci!" beamed Aoyama as he swayed back to the couch.
"But you were a bit stiff, darling."
"You're something else, Aoyama. In an almost impressive way, almost." Uraraka hiccuped and she took another deep swig of her drink.
Everyone drew sticks.
"Three take a shower with your clothes on," said Tokoyami dryly.
"Huh, really?" Iida said. Showing he was number three, he pushed up his glasses. "If I must." Everyone followed him to the bathroom, pushing each other out of the way to try and see Iida climbing into the shower. The water sprayed, drenching his outfit.
"I knew immediately after I went in that this was going to be troublesome," Iida mumbled, dripping water on the floor.
The class got him towels chuckling and continued the next round.
"Fourteen, beg and plead Two not to leave you for that other boy or girl," Kaminari chortled.
"Of all the stupid... Tch. Let's just get this over with!" Bakugou growled, making it known that he was number Fourteen and looking like he swallowed something bitter.
Todoroki being number Two agreed.