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Truth Or Dare

The next two months were awkward between Bakugo, Todoroki, Midoriya, and oddly enough . . . Kirishima? The couple didn't even want to know what was with the odd glances, Bakugo's now mild attitude, and Kirishima's staring at the blond.

They managed it well, though. The night was never really mentioned and they continued on as it was before.

"Todoroki, dude, isn't Bakugo the only one you haven't done this to? You have to get him, man. He'd probably try to kill you or something, it'll be hilarious." Kaminari laughed a little too loud, but got quick agreements from an oddly worried looking Kirishima and Sero, who sat on either side of him. They got the class to themselves for a bit, since Iida had forced them all to be early and Aizawa hadn't rolled in yet.

Todoroki just looked at his boyfriend, who shrugged in response. He was going to go to Bakugo, but at the sound of his name, Bakugo came to him.

"Why the fuck did you say my name, Sparky?"

Todoroki reached into his jacket pocket and pulled a slightly soggy chicken tender out from a small plastic bag, holding it out blankly. "Want some chicken?"

Once everyone caught onto what was happening, the entire class was howling with laughter at the sheer confusion and disgust radiating off of Bakugo. His face contorted into some sort of a confused scowl as he smacked the chicken to the floor with a disturbing splat.

"Gerald, no!" Kaminari dived after the chicken, gently scooping it up with his hands.

"What the actual fuck, Icyhot? What the fuck is wrong with you all? No, I don't want your fucking chicken you half-and-half bastard! And get off the fucking floor, Sparky. It's a goddamn chicken tender."

"That's rude. Gerald was a good man." Todoroki pulled out another chicken tender, handing it to a now pleased Kaminari.

"What the fuck is wrong with you all? You're all a bunch of fucking idiots, what the fuck—"

"Bakugo, watch your language. And quiet down you all. I could hear you down the hallways." Aizawa was tired as always, dragging his yellow sleeping bag behind him. When he turned to see Todoroki holding a piece of chicken and Kaminari on the floor fake crying over a second piece, his brows furrowed. "What is this . . . ?" The teacher asked tiredly, absentmindedly rubbing a temple.

"Chicken. Do you want some?" Todoroki pulled yet another chicken tender from his pocket, earning a chorus of laughs and wheezes from his classmates. Midoriya was next to him, clutching his stomach, and Todoroki let the smallest of a smile slip.

Aizawa didn't seem pleased, but surprisingly took it. And he didn't just throw it away, he just ate it as he went up to the front of the room and everyone went to their seats.

* * * * *

The day didn't get worse, surprisingly. Usually, class 1-A had the worst Fridays. It had everyone bustling with energy and itching to do something.

"Alright, movie night!" Kaminari exclaimed, only to be shunned.

"No way, not today. It's that kind of a Friday." Mina shot a flashy, slightly concerning grin, instructing everyone who happened to be downstairs to sit in a circle in the lounge. Shinso, Kaminari, Bakugo, Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Midoriya, and Todoroki, counter-clockwise in that order, with it looping back so that Todoroki and Shinso were next to each other. "Truth or dare!"

"Oh, absolutely not—" Bakugo tried escaping, only to have Kirishima gently grab his wrist and tug him back.

"C'mon man, it'll be fun! And you don't actually have to do anything. It'll just damage your manliness." For a brief moment, Bakugo's gaze went soft, something only Midoriya seemed to catch. When the blond grumbled a reluctant agreement, the others—excluding Shinso, Midoriya, and Todoroki—whooped. Midoriya just let out a nervous chuckle.