Big Book of Writing

Cranium (Setsukei, SDRA2)

Prompt: https://otpprompts.tumblr.com/post/122242862721/imagine-your-otp-are-not-together-and-are-invited/amp

"Imagine your OTP are not together and are invited to a party. At the party, everyone plays a drinking game where every answer you get wrong, you have to take a shot. During the game, person A gets every single answer correct while person B gets little to no answers correct. After the last couple rounds, person B is so drunk that they think the group is playing truth or dare, resulting in them confessing their love for person A."

Warning: alcohol

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Every so often, a student from Hope's Peak would throw a party at the academy, or somewhere close by. And every time that happened, the students would try to clean up after themselves during their hangovers to avoid getting in trouble by the faculty.

But tonight, Kyoko Kirigiri had announced a party at her dad's house while he was on vacation, and had invited everyone. Rumour said that this was encouraged by her grandfather, but she had explicitly told everyone that they were free to destroy the place. They all knew that Principal Kirigiri or Kizakura would kill them later, but everyone was excited to attend.

Nikei was one of those people who wanted to attend. He personally wasn't interested in drinking too much, but he wanted to record all the events of the night for his next article. He also wanted to cause a little property damage and blame it on Mikado in his article. He couldn't resist the temptation.

As soon as he entered Jin's house, he spotted Kyoko by the door. "Are you keeping watch for the cops? You should probably keep Tsurugi away from here then, haha!" he joked.

"I've already sent him on a wild goose chase with Yuki for a student council document. One that doesn't exist, that is," she replied with a smile. "Go right in, the cops won't show up."

He thanked her and went inside, where he saw the beginning of chaos erupting. Some students were chanting encouragement to Leon and Mondo about to mattress surf down the stairs. Nikei laughed and wrote the whole event down, even the part where Mondo fell on top of Leon and broke his nose.

Nikkei began to walk to the dining room to see if there was any food to steal, but found none on the table. Suddenly, a loud "CANNONBALL!" caught his attention, and he turned in time to see an incredibly drunk Shinji take a running leap and bellyflop on the table, breaking it apart.

Nikei laughed as he wrote that event down, and decided to leave the room. Almost immediately, he nearly ran into someone. "Hey, watch it!" he complained, quickly backing up.

"Whoops, sorry!" Setsuka apologized with a laugh. "I was actually looking for you, Nik!"

"Wait, for me? What's going on?" the journalist questioned.

"Well, a bunch of people are playing a trivia drinking game, so I thought that you'd be the best at it or something?" she guessed. "Someone scored a Cranium game, and they turned it into a drinking game. For every trivia question you get wrong, you have to take a shot."

Nikei knew what that game was, it was a typical trivia game where a card is pulled from a deck and the person who drew it has to guess. Nikei had seen an ad in a newspaper once, but he didn't care to check it out further. Even so, he was certain that he would end up the winner, just as Setsuka had said.

"Alright, sure. I'll come along," he accepted, and was immediately grabbed by the wrist and dragged quickly to another room. He had to hold onto his hat so he didn't lose it while trying to keep up with the energetic girl. They eventually arrived in a room with a few partygoers sitting in a circle, the trivia game in the middle.

"Alright, let's start the game!" Setsuka announced, and began pouring shots for everyone, should they lose their turn. Nikei looked at the glass of whiskey in front of him, making his mind up to not drink it. He never was one for alcohol anyway.

After a few people had went, it was his turn. Picking up the card, he read out the question, "'What does outer space smell like?' Pfft, easy," Nikei scoffed. "It smells like almonds, according to scientists, due a particle called benzonitrile."

"Wow, damn!" Setsuka laughed, picking out a card for her turn. "'How many feathers does the adult chicken have on average?' I'd say, uh, about five hundred?" When she turned the card over to see the answer, ten thousand, she laughed awkwardly and took a shot of whiskey.

The game continued like that, with the players going around in a circle, Nikei getting all of his answers correct so far, and Setsuka getting little to none correct. The billiards player was starting to get drunker, so he was starting to consider pulling out of the game and taking her home.

After his turn, which he got correct again, it was Setsuka's turn again. "Lesse this one... Who is...valentine? My valentine? It's Nik, obviously!" she laughed, completely drunk now.

Nikei turned a bright shade of red and took the card from her. "Th-This says 'Who is St. Valentine!'" he exclaimed, and quickly stood up. "Right, you're really drunk. You need to go home, before you hurt yourself or get alcohol poisoning."

Despite the complaints of the other players, Nikei pulled the billiards player to her feet and began to drag her out of the room. As he pulled her arm over his shoulder to keep her steady on her feet, he passed Kyoko and gave her a curt nod before continuing on his way.

***

Nikei woke up the next day, in a place that wasn't his dorm. He had brought Setsuka back to her own dorm the previous night, and he ended up tucking her into bed. He heard the faint sound of sirens coming from the direction of Jin Kirigiri's house, and he stayed by her window to write about it in his notepad.

He had went to sleep on her couch and planned to help her through her hangover. But most of all, he wanted to find out what she meant by saying that he's her 'valentine' and get a sober answer from her.

After a few minutes, he heard the sound of her bedroom door opening and turned to see a dishevelled Setsuka coming out. "Oww..." she quietly complained, then suddenly met Nikei's eyes. "...What are you doing here?'

"I took you home. Couldn't go back because I wanted to see the police raid, and I ended up crashing on your couch. sorry about that," the journalist explained.

"Oh, so that was it. I'm just gonna make myself some breakfast and get some painkillers," she decided, and she went into her kitchen. Nikei decided to refine his notes and wait for her to finish breakfast before he questioned her about anything.

Ten minutes later, Setsuka had finished with her breakfast, and Nikei cleared his throat to get her attention. "Um, you said something strange last night, when you were drunk," he started. "You said that I was your 'valentine,' apparently."

"O-Oh, I said that?" Setsuka chuckled, her face going red. "Well, I can't remember last night, so I don't even know what I was doing or saying."

"Um, can we talk about it later? Once you're out of your pyjamas?" Nikei asked. He had a feeling he knew what her drunken self meant, but that flustered him enough to not want to face the facts until he got an answer he was satisfied with. 

"Uh, sure, yeah!" she agreed, and went back into her bedroom to change clothes. The door closed, and Nikei put his head into his hands and groaned, wondering what he had gotten himself into.

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Art credit: lin5202416 on lofter