Two Boys, One Choice

A group of the UA class sat in the lounge, pushing all the couches in a closed messy circle. All having dinner and deciding to enjoy their rather quiet and uneventful Friday.

Mina had started it. Asking the group if they wanted to do truth or dare.

Most of the girls, Momo, Uraraka and Asui were all glad to play, and Mineta was too, more for the erotic turn it could take.

The others were more or less dragged into it, out of their own curiosity or from their friends. Midoriya, Iida, Jiro, Kirishima, Todoroki, Denki and Bakugo more specifically.

They had gone around the circle, some too afraid to speak a truth so they did a dare. Jirou forced to sit on Momo's lap, Iida forced to talk like a robot until his next turn. Some were dull, some more weird than amusing.

Some had been too afraid to do a dare, so they had gone with a truth. Uraraka had admitted to having a secret collection of old heavy metal CDs and Kirishima had confessed his iconic red hair was a product of dye, to the astonishment of everyone.

Then, it was Midoriya's turn.

Although the dares were tame, and not much to be scared off, he had a feeling what with Jirou having a more than friendly interest in Momo, that dare had been intentional. So, more out of fear that he would be embarrassed, he went with a truth.

Ashido came up with one first, almost not seeming to need time at all for one.

"If there were no girls left in the entire world and you had to choose one of the guys in our class, who would you sleep with?"

Midoriya had muttered something of a coherent answer, but could not be hear over his own intention to be quiet and a loud answer from Mineta who had said, "What's the point of living anyway, when you don't have boob-" However interrupted halfway through Mineta was slapped in the face with one Jiro's ear jacks whipping his cheek.

Ashido leaned closer in, along with all other occupants, asking, "What d'ya say?"

"T-Todoroki-kun," Midoriya muttered, but then, suddenly, as if correcting himself answer, "N-No, I mean Kacchan. No, uh, Todoroki-kun. Huh? Uh . . ." His voice slowly faded into mutters, not even cohesive, but rather muttering the two boy's names over and over as if two sides of himself were conflicted.

Bakugo was frowning, glaring at the muttering childhood friend with half anger, half confusion. Todoroki on the other hand did not much seem affected by the statement, perhaps it was not surprising. After all, he was the most handsome boy in the class, as judged by the whole class of 1-A.

Some of the people let out half-hearted laughs, still not completely used to Midoriya habit of falling into a muttering mess.

Jiro was the one to ask, although all of the other teens were wondering as well, "But, Midoriya, you have to pick only one." Momo, whose hands lounged on Jiro's lap now, nodded.

"But. . ." Midoriya mutters, his brows slightly furrowed in thought. "Can't I just pick both of them? I really can't choose one over the other. It's impossible."

Before anyone else could react, there was a slam, and Bakugo was standing. His look was full of fury and his voice loud and uncaring as he shouted, "You little nerd, you gotta be a fucking idiot to say you can't pick me over this half bastard!" Then pointing straight to Todoroki, who sat with arms crossed over his chest. Practically spitting his words as he continued, "Because, I think Icy Hot can't even pop a boner. It'd be like if Deku just has sex with an impotent middle age man." Bakugo turned to smirk widely at the man he was blaring his insults at, "I'm willing to bet that he can't even get it up. He can't get his tiny tool to work."