〈 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗗 〉
❝𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙...
when two of class a's most notoriously
competitive students play a game of
chicken, what starts as a fun game turns
into something more raw and emotion...
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When the group of idiots, as Katsuki prefers to call them, first proposed the idea of a party, he knew they were stupid. No way was Aizawa going to let them have a party. He'd kill them first.
But soon they boasted to the class about he gave them free reign to do whatever they wanted for the night. All Katsuki could think was: No way.
No way did the sleeping caterpillar give them permission. No way were they going to hold a party at the dorms. And no way was he going to their stupid party.
But yet, here he is. Standing in the awkwardly decorated common room of Alliance Heights, cringing at the streamers they'd hung from the ceiling.
Katsuki assumes Yuga Aoyama joined in on the decorating, if the weird splatters of glitter covering the couches and walls are any indication. The blond stays mostly near the food because he's not getting food poisoning from these losers.
He finds out later that Momo is in charge of cooking. He'll never admit to anyone but at the sight of her presiding over the foods, he breathed a sigh of relief. She makes sure that no one- mostly the group of idiots that threw this party and attach themselves to the blond- could spike the drinks or throw something into the food that is not supposed to go in.
He watches, satisfied, as she scolds Denki for trying to put a handful of cinnamon in the soba and a handful of paprika in the katsudon. Though, he would've enjoyed watched Deku cough his lungs out after taking a large bite of the katsudon filled with paprika.
Katsuki knows the only reason an entire pot of cold soba is being made is for their icy prince, Shoto Todoroki. That and there is a pot literally has his name on it. So, he stares Shoto in the eye as he scoops himself a helping of cold soba (from the pot that doesn't have his name on it). The heterochromia male doesn't say anything, just slurps his noodles and watches the party.
Stalker.
The so-called highlight comes when Mina announced they have a spin-the-wheel, where everyone has to complete a task. They go in number order, just to make sure they get everyone.
Katsuki hangs back, finding a spot on the couch not covered with rainbow glitter, and watches as people fail their tasks. He's especially pleased to see Denki fail to balance more than two oreos on his forehead. Kyoka Jiro did much better.
Soon, it's Shoto's turn. He waddles over with his pot of cold soba like a child with their support blanket. The blond watches him spin the wheel agreesively, watching the arrow clack loudly against the pin. Eventually, it slows and reveals a game.
Pocky Game.
Katsuki snorts. That game is for losers.
"Ooh, the pocky game," Denki jokes, snickering behind his hand. "Now, reach into the hat."
