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Monoma was sitting in the common room, leaning on the couch, Hitoshi reading on his phone seated next to him, as Kendou and Tetsutetsu sat across from them. The conversation flowed from one topic to another rather easily, from school related subjects to the best game console.
Kendou had suggested they play a game to pass the time, queuing some other members of 1-B entering the common room.
Tsuburaba, Kaibara, Tokage and Awase gathered to eat and drink. Awase had finished a glass soda bottle so Tokage suggest they play a truth or dare-spin the bottle mash up.
Tsuburaba dismissed it, saying they didn’t have enough players for it to be fun, making Kendou send a group chat message gathering the more extroverted of the dorm members to the common room to play a dumb party game at 7 PM on a school night.
“Why don’t we just do three truths and a lie or never have I ever?” Yanagi suggested, almost dead-like as she ate a pack of gummy worms.
Awase smirked, “Scared you might have to kiss someone? It's not like half the people here are already in relationships, we aren’t stupid.”
She flushed as much as her face could allow, her eyes widening a bit, “God no, I don’t want to watch other people making out though.”
Hitoshi could probably have agreed on that front, but he was also on the other side of the coin. Ever since joining 1-B since the joint training, he had accidentally taking an acute liking to the resident loudmouth, Monoma. The acuteness turned into a full fledged ‘crush’ at some point and his dads wouldn’t let him be. (“But Shouta,” Hizashi said over dinner, “It's exactly like you and me when we were in high school.”) So sue him, the family had a taste for bright loudmouths, it wasn’t going away any time soon.
Tsuburaba placed the bottle on the table, “Youngest or oldest goes first?”
“Well which is it?” Kaibara teased, “Oldest or youngest?”
Shishida spoke up, “I’m the youngest, so I could go first.” He leaned forward and spun the bottle; it landing on Komori. “Truth or dare?”
“Truth!” she chirped, her bangs bouncing across her eyes.
The boy hummed, before coming up with a good question, “Have you had a crush on anyone in this class?”
Komori’s face reddened, she awkwardly smiled, “Yeah, actually. Got over it after awhile.”
Everyone got up to ask questions, only for her to shoot them down saying that she didn’t have to say anything because it wasn’t their turn. She spun the bottle and it landed on Kodai.
Kodai perked up, “Oh, me? I guess, truth.”
Monoma murmured from Hitoshi’s right, “Boring if they all are going to pick truth.”
Hitoshi could agree to a degree, anything got boring if it was mundane, but since he was new to the class, it would be a good time to learn new things. And as long as dare was an option, he wouldn’t have to admit to liking Monoma.
“Have you ever had a girlfriend or boyfriend? And if yes, how did it go?” Komori asked, leaning back from the table.
Kodai nodded, “I had a boyfriend in primary but that doesn’t really count, and in middle school me and this girl kinda dated? She held my hand and gave me gifts but we never kissed or anything, we did hang out a lot.”
“Sounds like you were low key dating, Kodai-chan.” Awase commented, eating a handful of shrimp chips, to which Hitoshi didn’t need to know he snacked on.
“I guess,” she shrugged, “But like I said, it was never formally stated, so it was probably just an informal friendship.” Kodai reached forward and spun the bottle, sitting back on her heels at it landed on Monoma.
The blond crossed his arms. “Dare.”
Hitoshi watched as Kodai whispered to Kendou, before coming up with something.
“I dare you to…” Kodai trailed off, her sentence started off in English, meaning she had taken Pony’s trouble with their own language into consideration. She turned to her classmates, “Can anyone translate put makeup on Monoma-kun to her?”
Monoma sat up, “Hey I didn’t agree to that-”
“I think it's within the rules,” Kendou butted in, probably having some kind of agenda. She turned to Kodai, “But I can’t sorry.”
Hitoshi spoke in English, “Kodai-chan wants you to put makeup on Monoma-kun, Pony.”
Everyone looked at him, his English was probably the best out of the class’ subjectively, but it still surprised them all when he could almost speak it flawlessly.
Pony nodded, her face lighting up. She looked at Hitoshi, “Monoma-kun can spin the bottle first, and then I’ll go get my makeup after it stops.”
Hitoshi translated for everyone as she spoke in English, who all agreed to let him spin the bottle. It ended up landing on Awase, who almost shouted in exasperation. “Truth or dare.”
“Dare!” Awase returned with excitement.
“Post an extremely unflattering picture of yourself to the social media outlet of your choosing!” He said, faking a smile.
Awase groaned, pulling out his phone. “Does Snapchat count?”
The group came to the agreement that no, it didn’t because it wasn’t public but personal. Awase groaned louder, beckoning someone to help him take a picture as Pony trotted upstairs to her room to grab some makeup, Shiozaki following her.
Everyone reconvened shortly after, Pony sitting to Monoma’s right, and Awase spinning the bottle as she squirted some skin colored liquid onto her hand.
Monoma frowned, “Ew, why do you have to put that on my face? Who’s idea was this again?”
“Kodai-chan,” Hitoshi said, almost enjoying the adorable face Monoma was pulling. “You could hopefully get back at her, if the bottle lands on her of course.”
“Shinsou-kun!” Kodai whined from across the way, “Don’t be mean to me! I couldn’t think of anything else.”
Monoma grumbled, letting Pony continue, almost as if Hitoshi’s goading had actually worked.
The bottle was spun once again, landing on Shiozaki, who had moved to where Pony was previously sat. “Truth, Awase-kun.”
Awase leaned on his hand, “There is no point asking a ‘what’s the worst thing you’ve done’ question because you wouldn’t do anything bad, right Shiozaki-chan?”
The girl stayed silent, her eyes downcast.
Awase raised an eyebrow, “Oh? Shiozaki-chan what’s the worst thing you’ve done?”
Kendou rolled her eyes, “You think our precious Shiozaki-chan has done something bad?”
“I stole a friend’s dog once,” Shiozaki whispered, almost to herself. Everyone looked over at her in varying degrees of curiosity and surprise. She looked up, “I was in a bad state of mind, and she was being mean. She had dismissed my quirk saying it was useless because most crimes happen during the night so I would be a useless hero, so to get back at her I came over to her house while she was out and took her dog, Kiko. I apologized afterwards when I realized how mean it was of me to do that.”
Those present of class 1-B stared at her in almost disbelief, and if they had just met her, they would say the story was fabricated but after knowing her for most of the school year, it was obvious that she was telling the truth.
Kaibara whistled, “Nice job Shiozaki-chan, I’m jealous.”
Awase whacked him on the back, muttering a shut up as Shiozaki rambled about honor and how it was wrong of anyone to steal something so valuable to someone. When she had finished, she had spun the bottle, watching as it landed on Kendou, the class president.
Kendou smiled, “I’ll take a dare!”
Hitoshi expected an innocent ‘eat a bottle of mustard’ or ‘drink soy sauce’ kind of dare from Shiozaki, considering how much she respected herself and her classmates and especially after the ramble of honoring people, but that was definitely not what was received. She had a goal that she was determined to complete.
“I dare you to kiss Tetsutetsu-kun,” she said, matter-of-factly.
Most of the boys stood up, some in surprise and some in anger; the other girls present looked at Shiozaki as if she had lost her goddamn mind.
Kendou flushed red, stuttering out an ‘are you serious?’ and receiving an incredulous amounts of yes's. Tetsutetsu had also seemed to be blushing but Hitoshi couldn’t tell. The teen huffed, standing up and walking over to Tetsutetsu and grabbing his face and awkwardly kissing him.
As she pulled away, Tetsutetsu reached up and cupped her face and pulled her down for another kiss, probably a more proper kiss and the group erupted in cheers and screams.
Hitoshi watched the girls squeal in joy and the boys cheer, Monoma’s face was as neutral as Hitoshi’s, more so because his face had 3 caked layers of makeup on than uninterest.
Hitoshi took in the teen’s face, any blemish had been covered- meaning the light dusting of freckles on his face were gone, to Hitoshi’s disappointment- and his whole face was a shade darker than the rest of body- Pony’s complexion darker than Monoma’s-, his eyes were a bit more prominent due to the eyeliner and eyeshadow, and from what Hitoshi could remember from Hizashi’s explanation of stage makeup, Pony had probably used white on his lower lash line making his eyes look bigger. (Hizashi had a habit of wearing makeup to his networking events, and Hitoshi had learned somethings from watching Shouta struggle with contour and concealer.) Pony had probably just offered him chap stick to wear, but it still looked like Monoma wanted to tear everything off his face.
As everyone settled down- some taking pictures of Monoma to use probably as blackmail later- Pony offered to take it off.
Kodai nodded, “I think that’s reasonable, Kendou-chan should also spin her turn.”
The blonde girl grabbed some makeup wipes and went to remove the makeup off Monoma’s face, but before she could, the teen spoke up. “Just leave it on for the rest of the game.”
Most there raised their eyebrows, or scoffing. Awase commented, “What body snatcher switched with you?”
Monoma crossed his arms, “It was a dare, so I will have to deal with it asshole.”
There was a murmur of agreement, Hitoshi looking at Monoma to see his face was pulled into a pout and goddamn if he hadn’t had a crush on the blond before, he fucking should now considering how cute Monoma managed to be.
“Shinsou-kun,” Kendou spoke, knocking Hitoshi out of his staring, and he really wish he could deny the blush on his face. He looked to see that the bottle had landed on him, and god, what’s the worst Kendou-chan could do to him?
“Dare.”
“I dare you to kiss the most attractive person in this room.” Kendou said, following up with a shouted ‘if I have to kiss someone, so does someone else.’ that fell on deaf ears as everyone focused on the lavender haired boy.
He could always just kiss a girl and deal with the consequences of it saying, no you don’t understand I have a huge ass crush on the crazy blond one but no one can know, or he could kiss Monoma and try and play it off, saying that he was lazy and Monoma was the closest to him.
That might work. The reputation he built in the dorms was that he was indeed lazy, opting to lounge on the couch or in his room than to train or work out. So fuck it.
He leaned over and pressed a light kiss to Monoma’s lips, trying not to smear the makeup everywhere.
God, the shouting of his other classmates almost got drowned out by his heart beating in his ears as he pulled away from the normal chaste kiss that almost sent him into cardiac arrest.
Awase stood up, “No way you think Monoma is the hottest guy here! Come on!”
Kodai pointed at him, “You are dating Kaibara-kun, so you have a bias.”
Awase tugged his bandana, “So? Monoma is probably at the bottom of dateable people in this class.”
Shiozaki folded her hands in her lap, “If Shinsou-kun thinks Monoma-kun is attractive enough to kiss, than I think you should respect that.”
Kendou nodded, “I agree with Shiozaki.”
Hitoshi went to make his fake argument that Monoma was closer than anyone else, but the blond beat him to it.
And by beat him to it, he meant Monoma had fucking crawled into his lap and kissed him again, pressing his mint chap stick covered lips onto his own in a semi-sloppy manner.
And fuck, Hitoshi wasn’t expecting that, and he doubted anyone else from 1-B was considering the shouts of ‘gross’ and ‘get a room!’ from multiple classmates.
“Alright children!” Vlad’s voice cut in, interrupting both the kiss and everyone’s grossed out noises. “It's curfew, that means it's time to go back to your rooms for the night.”
Kendou jumped up, Tetsutetsu following, “I’ll help clean up after everyone.”
Pony tapped Monoma on the shoulder, “I can give you the makeup wipes and you can do it yourself.”
The blond accepted the plastic container of makeup wipes, still in Hitoshi’s lap, whose head was spinning. He thanked her, before turning to Hitoshi, “I should have probably asked before jumping to conclusions but-”
“You jumped to the right conclusions,” Hitoshi muttered, his face bright red.
Monoma smiled, “Well that’s a relief.”
Vlad barked again, “Boys! Room!”
Monoma looked up at his homeroom teacher, “Give us a minute.”
The teacher frowned, “You have five minutes and then I’m doing room checks, and you better be in your own room.”
Monoma flashed a smirk before looking back at Hitoshi, “So are we?”
“I don’t know,” Hitoshi asked, “Do you want to be?”
Monoma’s genuine laughs were probably fucking as infectious as the flu, and it didn’t stop him at all, “I wouldn’t get into anyone’s lap if I didn’t want to be, Hitoshi.”
Hearing his name come from Monoma made his heart flutter, and his face was probably still bright red.
“You should come help me take this shit off my face,” Monoma said. “Could you carry me to my room?” He teased.
Hitoshi wanted to die, in a good way.