BNHA Oneshots

⭐️/♥ - Spitfire - Bakugou

Warnings: cursing (duh)
um i apologise for the length, i got carried away-

"Game Night! Game Night! Game Night!" Ashido and Kaminari chanted in unison, pumping their fists in time with their mantra. You only rolled your eyes and sank lower into the couch.

Yes, it was Game Night. Every other Friday, Iida allowed Class 1-A to stay up past midnight for fun and games. The whole class had never made it past midnight, though. Bakugou was an old grandma and went to sleep no later than ten, Kouda was an innocent child that everyone insisted went to bed, Todoroki was always tired, and Asui was a frog.

Every Game Night was different. Tonight, they played the games listed in the suggestion box. Of course, Iida was going to monitor the suggested games and deem whether or not they were appropriate. So far, they had never played one of Mineta's. All the girls were relieved for that.

"Tonight's festivities will be..." Iida paused to pluck the first card out of the box, "Truth or Dare, followed by Never Have I Ever, then S—no. Not that one. Then, Left or Right. Does anyone have any oppositions?"

No one raised their hand. You were tempted to take out your phone and look at anything that was more entertaining than this. Game Night was the worst. You always somehow ended up in some sort of "challenge" with Kaminari, each one becoming progressively worse. Last time, you had to kiss Jirou. Although, in retrospect, that last one wasn't bad at all. But you had no doubt this one would. The blond had been shooting you mischievous looks all night.

"Okay. For those of you that do not know how the game works, I shall explain. You put an empty bottle in the middle of a circle. The starting player will spin the bottle. Whomever it lands on will be given the choices between 'truth' and 'dare.' Choose truth, and you will have to answer one question honestly. Choose dare, and you will have to do one thing, so long as it is appropriate." All eyes shot to Mineta, who was busy thinking to himself something (most likely) obscene. "Any questions?"

"How do we win?" Bakugou deadpanned. His arms were crossed over his chest, obscuring the usual white skull from view. You shook your head. What an edgy prick.

You and Bakugou were on less than amiable terms, to put it lightly. He was an arrogant dandelion with no regard for others' safety and opinions, and you were an awesome badass with a sharp tongue and a sharper attitude. No favouritism, of course.

Whether he knew it or not, Bakugou was always finding new ways to get on your nerves, which was something not so smart for someone with your particular Quirk. Should you be provoked into activating it, your emotions could send it haywire. It had happened before.

Still, you couldn't deny the facts, which were: Bakugou was fucking hot.

Iida spun the bottle. It landed on Tokoyami. You had been so lost in your thoughts you hadn't heard the game start. The latter had chosen truth, and the former had asked about the choker on his neck.

"Not to sound rude, but what is the thing around your neck? I've always thought it to be part of your Quirk physical manifestation," the class president admitted, almost balefully.

"It is a choker," nodded Tokoyami, his arms folded across his chest. "Does the fate of another rest in my hands now?"

"If you are asking if it's your turn, you are correct."