Title: Ten Yen
Author: Altairadactyl
Rating: R/FR18
Disclaimer: Compared to the majority of the shit that I write, this is a relatively simple disclaimer. Namely because the ownership of My Hero Academia is likewise simple: the entire thing belongs to Kōhei Horikoshi. Not mine, don't sue, and so forth and so on.
Summary: "If I had a five yen coin for every green-haired transgirl who asked me out, I'd have ten yen. Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice."
Tara's Note: Like with On the Relative Warmth of an Heiress's Lap, this is basically me surfing rarepairs and being exasperated by the lack of depth that certain pairs have outside of the obligatory 'Izuku is dating literally everyone' stories that permeate the fandom. I pulled Tsuyu/Setsuna because I thought they'd be a cute pair... and there's an entire two stories, one of which is smut. Ironically, swapping to Izuku/Tsuyu/Setsuna gets one of the above stories... and a story where Izuku evidently walks in on Tsuyu and Setsuna, except those two aren't even tagged on the story as a ship? Guess he was honest enough to admit that the 'relationship' was just a plot device for a threesome? So yeah, I decided to set out to plant my flag in those two categories. My goal: exceed 14,644 words of fiction to become the longest Tsuyu/Setsuna and Izuku/Tsuyu/Setsuna story in existence. Let's see how that goes for me.
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"Truth... or dare."

"I am a frog with no fear, kero. Except for being asked to get out from under my blanket. I am a frog with one fear. Truth."

Ashido Mina nibbled on her lower lip for a moment as she thought before grinning widely and gesturing across the circle of girls at Asui Tsuyu. "I'm a relatively minor mutation, so I don't really have to deal with this sort of thing... but do you have like, froggy mating urges or anything?"

Tsuyu let out a snort of laughter at the question. Of course it was something sexual from Mina. When was it not, at least when they were playing Truth or Dare? "I haven't transitioned far enough that this is a problem yet, but I have asked my mother about it because she has the same quirk. Once a year or so, I'll have an overwhelming urge to lay a clutch of eggs and get a guy to fertilize them for me. Won't get periods other than that, kero, so that's something."

"And when you say fertilize them, you mean..."

"I'd probably lay the eggs in someone's bed to make things simple and then finger myself while they jerked off onto them."

Staring at her with wide eyes, Mina shook her head slowly. "That's... vaguely horrifying and not nearly as sexy as I was hoping for. I completely regret asking."

From her spot at Mina's right, Hagakure Tooru let out a giggle and gestured to Tokage Setsuna. "I mean, I'm still going to ask Setsuna when it's my turn. I feel like if we ask enough people, someone's going to have a fun answer."

"Pfft. Not it on that count. HRT has given me some iconic tits but I'm still reproductively male. So I mean, I have an overwhelming urge to stick my dick in people around March and April, if that's your idea of fun." Setsuna shot finger guns in Tooru's direction, making the invisible girl squeal and bring her hands up to her face. "Personally, I'm kinda glad I'm not a cis lizard girl. I've seen enough baseline human dicks online to be unimpressed. No spines or hooks or anything? Weak sauce."

Cringing, Yaoyorozu Momo crossed her legs and squirmed in place from where she was sitting between Tooru and Jirou Kyouka. "I'm not sure if you're joking or not, and I'm honestly a bit frightened to find out. Tsuyu, it's your turn."

Tsuyu nodded as she looked around the room. Given that they both changed in private stalls in the girls' locker room due to their own unease with changing in front of the other eight girls in the class, she'd been morbidly curious about how she and Setsuna, err, measured up. Given how overwhelmingly horny their games tended to be, now seemed like as good a time as any to find out. "Setsuna, truth or dare?"

After regarding her thoughtfully for a moment, Setsuna shrugged uncaringly. "Truth. Mostly because like you, I'm too lazy to get up and do much of anything at the moment."

"So, we both still have penises. I've never seen you with an awkward bulge, kero, which has me curious." Tsuyu's eyes darted down to Setsuna's crotch for emphasis before rising back up to meet the verdette's curious gaze. "How big are you?"

Reaching down, Setsuna pressed her palm against her crotch with a wiggle. "Joke's on you, I use my quirk to leave it in my room when I don't need it." When all nine other girls in the room shot disbelieving looks at her, Setsuna let out a cackle of laughter. "Just messing with you. Lizard quirk, though. It just sorta... vwoops up inside me when I don't need it. Like a lizard's does. That's why I don't have your, uh, frog meat problem despite us having almost the same costume. To answer the question, though, twenty-nine centimeters. I measured once."

Her face erupting in a blush, Momo brought her hand up to cover her mouth. "Oh my. The average Japanese male is only thirteen and a half centimeters." When the others looked at her oddly, her blush intensified. "You all know I like to read. I have a very extensive store of questionably useful knowledge."

Setsuna laughed again, winking playfully at the dark-haired girl. "Lizard quirk. Fun lizard fact: they can have penises up to one-fifth the total length of their body. And just putting this out there: reminder that I am single and looking, if any of you girls are looking to go Plus Ultra."

She wouldn't necessarily be opposed, Tsuyu decided. Setsuna was cute and fun and they got along well. And, well, if she was going to lose her virginity on the receiving end, getting her ass ruined by a fat lizard dick didn't sound like a bad way to do it. Bringing her finger up to her mouth, Tsuyu ribbited softly. Setsuna was literally offering it up to anyone interested. She was a frog with needs. Maybe she'd try her luck after the game had broken up for the night and they'd returned to their rooms?

Decision made, Tsuyu found herself looking around the room curiously, wondering how the rest of her classmates would take the offer. Maybe she'd have competition. Or company. Momo was still blushing darkly at the overture, her hand still covering her mouth. Mina was slightly purple in the cheeks but had the same slightly considering look in her eye that she often had before doing something questionably intelligent. Tsuyu figured that having one's first time with a giant lizard dick probably qualified as such.

Then again, she was considering the same, so what did that say about her?

Next to Mina, Tooru was as hard to read as ever for obvious reasons. The invisible girl's hands were occupied with an oversized cookie, crescents of it disappearing into the void as she nibbled on it. Kyouka had turned her nose up at Setsuna but was glancing at her out of the corner of her eye. Which... wasn't surprising. Kyouka was openly pansexual and quite possibly the thirstiest girl in the class, once one managed to get past her aloof and sometimes acerbic demeanor. So possible a foursome between her, Setsuna, Mina, and Kyouka? She... didn't hate that idea.

Uraraka Ochako was... Tsuyu looked over at where she'd been sitting, and then drifted upward. Yup. Ochako was on the ceiling thanks to her quirk, blushing as darkly as Momo at the conversation. Considering her best friend was one of two girls in the class who had seen her own, ahem, endowment, Tsuyu assumed it was due to the attached offer rather than the revelation itself.

Directly to her left, Toga Himiko was blushing up a storm as well but like Mina and Kyouka, she looked a bit intrigued. That was a bit of a surprise, given that so far she seemed like the classmate closest to demisexuality. She was all about love, and there was no love in what Setsuna was offering. Between her and Ochako, Midoriya Izumi resembled a strawberry, her pale face flushed the darkest out of anyone in the room. And... Tsuyu glanced across to her other side, past Setsuna at where Hara Haniko just looked disgusted. Which tracked. She had eyes for exactly one person in their class, and it wasn't Setsuna.

"Since nobody's throwing themselves at me, I guess it's my turn. Izumi!" Her fellow green-haired girl jerked upright, gesturing to herself nervously as Setsuna offered her a sharp toothed grin. "Yes, you. Truth or dare?"

Izumi looked around the room cautiously before chuckling nervously. "Gosh, that's a tough one. You're not really as horny as Mina, but you've still asked some pretty private things in past games. At the same time, you've also issued some pretty weird dares. I, uh... hmm. I guess dare? Fortune favors the bold, and all that?"

Nodding, Setsuna spread her arms wide to gesture to the assembled girls. "You mostly use boy transformations in class. Mostly the same few boys, to be precise. I dare you to turn into someone in this room, other than Ochako. We've seen that before."

"I don't really turn into the boys that much, do I?" Izumi looked around uncertainly, slumping a bit when the other girls nodded. "I'm just really familiar with Kacchan's quirk, and knowing how to control an emitter like his means that Kaminari and Todoroki are also super easy for me. And then I know how to use Ochako's quirk because we met at the entrance exam, when I turned into her to save her from the zero pointer. Trial by fire, and all that."

Ochako reached over to pat her on the back reassuringly. "I don't think anyone's actually blaming you for using your quirk the way you do. Transform is awesome. It's just... a little complicated. Like, I feel like that's the reason why you and Yaomomo became friends so fast. Difficult quirks club."

Perking up at being mentioned, Momo held her arm out across the circle toward Izumi. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to try becoming me. My quirk isn't particularly easy to use, I freely admit, but this is just for fun, not because you need to."

After eyeing the proffered arm warily for a moment, Izumi reached out to grab Momo's wrist as she leaned forward. "Uh, you'd actually be my second choice if I had to pick. No offense or anything. I'm just intensely curious to see what happens if I transform into Tooru."

One hand still clutching her cookie, Tooru brought the other up to her chest. "Me? You'd rather turn into me than Yaomomo? Seems fake, but okay."

"Well, I've theorized about your quirk a bit. Mutation seems unlikely, because you were born visible. That points to something like a malfunctioning emitter quirk. Granted if it is an emitter, Aizawa should be able to erase it but... well, he can't see you? So maybe that has something to do with it." Izumi grinned excitedly, showing off her fangs. "I'm basically just curious if I'm right about that and if I am, if I can keep your quirk from kicking on when I transform into you. Which would-"

"-let us see what I look like because you'd be me. Ahh! That's so exciting." Tooru's empty clothes lunged across the circle as she clambered into the slightly taller girl's lap, forcing Izumi to release Momo's arm as she leaned back under the onslaught. "Oh, do me, do me. Do you want to bite my arm, or my neck, or what? You mostly seem to do arms, but vampires are hot so you can totally chomp on my neck if you want."

Her blush returning, Izumi squirmed in place beneath Tooru. "Um, it's up to you? The neck seems a little intimate to me? I've never bitten someone's neck before."

After patting the top of Izumi's fluffy green hair softly, Tooru brought her arm down to hover in front of Izumi's mouth. Or at least that was Tsuyu's best guess, given the position of her wristbands at the moment. "I was just messing with you. I mean, if you ever want to try a neck, I'm totally game for it. But my arm is fine. Eat up."

Izumi giggled softly, reaching up with both hands to grab Tooru's arm, presumably to get a better sense for where her target was. Then she leaned in and bit down, her eyes closing as she began to feed on Tooru's arm. Her entire body began to ripple, turning into grey sludge that melted downward to reveal a smaller girl with wavy, shoulder length iridescent hair and matching eyes that glittered in the light. Tsuyu still had no idea what Francis Xavier or Yang Guifei actually looked like, so she couldn't comment on Tooru's assertion that she looked like a mix of the two of them, but she was definitely very pretty. Clearly not planning to hold the shift for terribly long, Izumi released Tooru's arm and straightened up before peering down at herself. "I, uh, should have copied your outfit. This is a lot more boob than this top is supposed to hold."

"Holy shit, that's some Yaoyoroppai level cleavage right there!" Leaning in, Mina reached out to grab Izumi's borrowed breasts, pressing them together so they bulged up in the neckline of the tank top that Izumi wore as pajamas. "Tooru, how the hell have you been hiding this from us?"

Giggling, Tooru slid off of Izumi's lap and grabbed her phone, waiting until Mina relinquished her prize and moved out of the way before taking a picture of Izumi. "Minimizing bras. I want to be seen, sure, but not for that." She brought her free hand up near her face and Izumi slowly mimicked her. "Uh, make a peace sign. That's how I always take my selfies." Izumi complied and Tooru took a few more pictures of 'herself' from different angles before giggling. "Now do an ahegao face."

Izumi rolled her eyes and reached out to weakly bat at Tooru's phone. "Not in front of the others, that's super embarrassing. Maybe I can swing by this weekend and you can dress me up and we can do an entire photo shoot?" When Tooru nodded eagerly, her headband whipping back and forth rapidly, Izumi smiled and gestured down at herself. "So, what do you think? Was it worth waiting for?"

"I mean, I had a vague idea what I looked like because one time in art class we were making masks and so I saw what my face looked like from that. So I knew I wasn't a butterface or anything. Seeing the real thing, I don't want to be vain or anything, but I feel like I'm a solid seven out of ten minimum. I had no idea I was so colorful these days, though. Must be a quirk thing, because I had the classically Japanese dark hair and eyes when I was a child." Bringing her free hand up to her face, Tooru let out a thoughtful noise. "What even is my color palette? I don't know if I'm a cool or a warm or what season I would be. I'm like, a whole bunch of colors. How am I supposed to buy makeup and clothes for that?"

Izumi tapped her finger against her chin before shrugging. "I'm not even going to ask if you're familiar with pre-quirk comics, but I am going to suggest looking up Emma Frost." Turning to Momo, she made a pleading face. "Can you make me white lipstick, white eyeshadow, and a white tank top in Tooru's size?" Momo considered the request for a few seconds before nodding slowly, her arm sparkling as she created the items in rapid succession. "Cool, thanks." Reaching down, Izumi pulled her tank top up over her head and off, making Setsuna let out a wolf whistle. "Oh hush, you've... oh wait, you haven't seen this in the locker room, have you?" Pulling on the replacement tank top, she grabbed the lipstick and quickly applied it before following suit with a layer of white eyeshadow. "So, what do you think?"

Tilting her head to the side, Tooru stared at Izumi. "So what, an all white everything aesthetic? I don't hate it. I would die trying to keep it clean, though. And I might need to have Yaomomo make my entire wardrobe. Like, I think I would go insane if every day I looked in the mirror and the outfit staring back at me was seven subtly different shades of white."

"Yeah, that's something that doesn't really come up with comic book characters. Or their movie portrayals, when there's an entire wardrobe department handling things." Grey sludge began pouring out of Izumi's pores, building a larger shell around the girl that turned back into her normal appearance. "I mean, there's white lolita and we could probably get Momo to make us some fancy white clothes. Maybe some white eyeliner? Depends what you want your look to be like."

Retaking her seat between Mina and Momo, Tooru let out a noncommittal hum. "Let me think about it. I mean, I kind of just want you to do stuff in my actual everyday looks because that's the most authentically me photos of myself that I can get? What's the point of buying clothes for my real look when I can't even figure out how to turn my quirk off? If it hasn't happened in eleven years, it's probably not going to happen any time soon."

Izumi let out a scoff at that response. "Not with that attitude it's not. We'll work on it. Maybe once you can teach me to turn your quirk on, I can tell you what it feels like and we can use that to teach you to turn yours off? Who knows. We'll work on it."

"Quick question for Izumi." Ochako raised her hand to get the verdette's opinion before gesturing to herself. "While I'm absolutely flattered that you like using my quirk, I'm a little surprised that you don't use Himiko's more? Objectively speaking, she's the strongest person in our class and... I mean, how can you mess up using an enhancer?"

Izumi offered a bright, fangy smile at the question before gesturing to the blonde. "Himiko actually isn't a baseline enhancer, she's a stockpiler. I can become her and copy her quirk just fine, but my stockpile is empty so it doesn't really do anything for me." Frowning, she eyed Himiko thoughtfully. "You know, you've never told me exactly what you stockpile, just that you do it. Truth or dare?"

Rolling her golden eyes, Himiko stretched in a way that caused the long sleeves of her pajama top to ride up and expose her scarred arms. "Truth and since it's obvious what you're going to ask? The answer is pain. I stockpile pain. I wanted to call my quirk Embrace of Pain instead of Superpower, but All Might thought that was a bit too chuuni for a hero student."

Silence descended as everyone in the room stared at Himiko in disbelief, and then Kyouka let out a low whistle. "That's fucking metal. So what, the more people hit you, the stronger you get?"

"That's the theory, yeah. Haven't really tested things much for obvious reasons. I was a late bloomer; my stockpile boiled over when my dad was beating me with a belt for talking back to him and I blew him through the wall of our apartment with a single punch." Himiko shrugged at the flabbergasted looks she was receiving in response to that revelation. "What? He wasn't the only one. I got the shit beaten out of me pretty regularly. Nobody likes quirkless kids."

Momo cleared her throat excessively loudly, drawing attention away from Himiko and across the circle to where she was sitting. "With all due respect, I do believe that the rest of this discussion should be between Himiko and Hound Dog. While we're all curious - myself included - I don't think it's appropriate for us to continue this line of discussion."

Even though Himiko seemed completely at ease talking about her abuse, Tsuyu nodded agreeably. The question had taken a fun and light party game and dragged it down significantly. Letting out a huff that blew her bangs out of her eyes, Himiko looked around the room before landing on... "Haniko. Truth or dare?"

Her wings vibrating behind her as a bit of a nervous tic, Haniko looked around the room before scoffing and turning up her nose. "One hundred percent dare. People are getting way too personal tonight. Thanks but no thanks."

The corners of Himiko's mouth quirked upward. "Everyone knows you have a crush on Bakugo. I dare you to go kiss him."

Purple eyes widening, Haniko's insectoid wings spread wide behind her and vibrated madly. "Are you out of your mind? I don't have a crush on Bakugo. I hate Bakugo."

"You're joking, right? You and Bakugo have so much unresolved sexual tension, it's not even funny. Like, if this was elementary school, he would be literally pulling your ponytail to try and get your attention." Blatantly disregarding the yellow energy dancing between Haniko's fingertips, Mina leaned forward with a wide smile. "As the official matchmaker of the Bakusquad, I say you should definitely go for it."

Scoffing, the diminutive girl - the only girl in the class shorter than Tsuyu's own height of one fifty - fluttered up off the floor and jetted towards the door of Momo's room. "I have absolutely no feelings for that absolute asshole and to prove it, I'll go kiss him just so you guys can see how wrong you are."

As she flung the door open and launched herself through the doorway, Tooru jumped to her feet, stumbling as she quickly stripped her pajamas off. "On it, on it. I'll follow her to see if she actually goes through with it."

The room descended into silence again as the girls looked around uncertainly. Himiko broke the quiet with a soft snicker. "Maybe we should have had her pick someone before she left so we could keep playing while she was gone?"

Tsuyu uncrossed her legs and stretched them out in front of her, out into the middle of the circle as she leaned forward to touch her toes. "I don't mind a bit of a break. We've been at this for almost an hour at this point. I was actually going to suggest that we wrap things up soon because we may not have class tomorrow morning but most of us probably stay on the same routine even on weekends and morning will be here before we know it."

"Aww, man." Setsuna waited for Tsuyu to straighten back up before bumping her shoulder against the smaller girl's. "You were completely unphased by my answer about my dick size. Which has me curious how big you are. Or, if you decide to get daring, I would absolutely dare you to whip it out."

Tsuyu rolled her eyes. "This isn't that kind of story, kero."

"She says that with such a straight face that I honestly can't tell if Tsuyu is genuinely breaking the fourth wall or just messing with us." Mina eyed Tsuyu suspiciously for a few seconds before shrugging. "Well, since you're the frog that does not care, how big is it? I want to make an informed decision before throwing myself at a green-haired mutant girl."

On one hand, Tsuyu wouldn't be averse to making a Mina sandwich with Setsuna if the girl was seriously interested in some girl dick. On the other hand... was there an actual downside to sharing the information? All the girls in the room knew that she was transgender. This wasn't treading any new ground, just clarifying some information for the girls. "I'm actually shrinking. I don't think we've ever really discussed this at length - no pun intended - but I'm changing genders because of my quirk, while Setsuna is a more conventional transgirl. So the frog part of my biology is taking care of everything for me. I'll probably be indistinguishable from the rest of you by the time I graduate. So... thirty-one, down from thirty-five at my peak."

Momo opened and closed her mouth several times before pulling out her phone with a consternated expression on her face. After a few seconds, she made a soft noise of understanding. "It says here that frogs can have penises up to one-quarter their body size. So if anything, Tsuyu might have actually grown larger than she already was if not for the protoandrous sequential hermaphroditism."

"Gesundheit."

"It's the scientific name for when a frog changes gender, Tooru. It says here that it occurs because of imbalances in the population?" Momo's dark gaze bounced back and forth between her phone and Tsuyu's face. "That does make me curious about your junior high experience, if your body started undergoing the process."

"Sixty-forty male, which I found weird at the time because the country as a whole is fifty-one percent female and forty-nine percent male? Maybe there was an all girl class at my school or something? No idea." Tsuyu brought her finger up to the corner of her mouth, tapping it lightly. "Honestly, given that the top ten is currently eighty-twenty, I'm surprised at how many girls there are in our class. Makes me wonder where they all go when they graduate."

Izumi perked up at the statement, which didn't surprise Tsuyu in the least because she was a veritable fount of heroic trivia. "It's honestly a bit depressing. Public approval ratings are factored into the hero rankings and for female heroes as a whole, that's largely dependent on how... well, attractive there are. There are several heroines clustered in the top twenty and thirty who have case resolution rates that rival some of the lower end of the top ten, but because they don't go out of their way to sexualize themselves, they have middling to lackluster public approval ratings. Sad as it is, sex sells."

Leaning forward, Momo arched an eyebrow curiously. "Are you saying that a component of Miruko's position is her sexuality? She's built an image out of ferocity, aggression, and brutal competence similar to Endeavor, and does absolutely nothing to promote herself using her looks. If anything, she tends to play down her looks when not actively on duty, if the paparazzi photos are anything to go by."

After taking a few seconds to consider her answer, Izumi brought both hands up and gestured emphatically. "Okay, so all of that is technically true but consider how that contrasts with the concept of Yamato nadeshiko - the ideal woman - and therefore how her behavior appeals in terms of being a 'bad girl' to many Japanese men. Like... she could kick the crap out of me and I would thank her for it."

Hmm. She could kick pretty hard. Would Izumi thank her for it? Tsuyu eyed the girl speculatively. Izumi was awfully cute and Tsuyu could be a bad frog when she wanted to be. A naughty part of the verdette also found herself wondering how Izumi's insatiable, aggressively curious nature might play out when introduced to sex. It was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for, or at least that's what she'd heard online. Kyouka was sort of all over the place. Mina was quite possibly all bark and no bite, given that she'd admitted she'd never even kissed someone before. Would making advances towards Izumi be a better option?

Granted they were all still first years at this point, but they were over a third of the way through their first year of high school and still nobody in the class had paired off. Especially Tsuyu, which was her primary focus at the moment. Like, first confessions and first dates and first kisses were a quintessential part of the high school experience and she wasn't enjoying any of that at this point. She kept hoping that someone would get really daring during one of these games and challenge her to kiss someone, which she was pretty sure she could parley into an actual date and from there a relationship. But alas.

As the room descended into silence, she found herself pulling out her phone and opening LINE to pull up Setsuna's conversation. 'So, I kind of had a brainwave. The Venn diagram of people who would be interested in either of us is probably very close to being a circle. We have different personalities, but very similar looks and, uh, circumstances. Rather than ending up competing for attention... polyamory?'

When her phone chimed, Setsuna jumped a bit before pulling it out of the pocket of her sleep pants. Glancing down at the screen, she shot Tsuyu an exasperated look before unlocking the screen and reading her message. After a few seconds, she glanced over at Tsuyu again with a calculating expression before typing her response. 'I'm a lizard. Lizards aren't really known for monogamy. So I don't hate it. With who, though?'

'It sounds unlikely but hear me out: Izumi. Like, think about how she fixates on things and obsessive wants to learn all about them and know absolutely everything... and imagine if we could apply that to a relationship.'

'...okay, it feels like a weird wavelength because she's so shy and innocent but I'm picking up what you're laying down. I don't disagree. How do we approach her, though?'

That was a good question. Tsuyu tapped her finger against her phone's screen as she considered the problem. What was the best to approach the shyest, most skittish girl in their class without making her uncomfortable. Then it came to her. 'When she's alone. Anything with an audience would just make her anxious. We'll go to her room tonight and try asking her out.'

'Does this mean that we're dating now? Or are we going to be metamours?'

'Do you want to be dating me?'

'Better question: do you want to be dating me?'

Wasn't that just literally the same question that she'd just asked? Although Tsuyu did to a degree understand what Setsuna was asking. Tsuyu was an introvert. Setsuna was an extrovert. Tsuyu was calm, collected, blunt, and slightly aloof, albeit not to the same degree as Kyouka. Setsuna was... none of those things. Setsuna was generally regarded as a handful on the best of days. Tsuyu was the responsible big sister type who looked out for everyone. On paper, they were a terrible match.

Then again, wasn't the old saying 'opposites attract'? Tsuyu could stand to be a bit more spontaneous and outgoing. Having someone blunt her worse behaviors would probably serve Setsuna well. So maybe they would be good for each other? And if all else failed, at least she'd walk away from tonight with one girlfriend, which was infinitely better than no girlfriends. 'We'll figure out a first date plan after we see if Izumi is interested. If she isn't, tomorrow.'

'Woot. I'm a lizard with a girlfriend. Rock on. God, now this game can't end fast enough.'

That was a mood. Tsuyu looked around furtively, wondering if she could do anything to push things in that direction. Before she could come up with an idea, the door swung open again and nobody stumbled in. Which was to say Tooru stumbled in, as naked as she'd left. "Okay, so I feel bad for the guys right now. Haniko stomped right into the middle of their little game tournament, sat on Bakugo's lap, and kissed him. They're currently aggressively making out on the main couch in front of the television and everyone else has scattered. Uh, they didn't seem to be coming up for air when I left so... I hope that thing is Scotchgarded?"

Letting out a horrified wail, Mina brought her hands up to her face. "No! I watch anime on that couch! They can't defile that poor couch that way!"

Momo looked incredibly conflicted at the news. "On one hand, as the class vice representative, I should go and make sure they're behaving within the bounds of propriety for UA students, to say nothing of the fact that they're in a public area. On the other hand... Iida evidently decided not to, which I believe absolves me of any responsibility for curtailing their behavior?"

Deciding to seize the opportunity, Tsuyu clapped her hands together. "Well, I think that's the end of our game for the night. Haniko did her dare but doesn't really seem to be in a position to continue things. I'm not really interested in waiting around to see if she ever comes back, especially if we're genuinely concerned they might be doing... that... on our living room couch. So... ladies, it was fun. Pancakes on me tomorrow morning?"