When the drinks get heavy, and Mina gets hyped, you’re pulled onto the dance floor! Have fun and be lit! Everyone else is already.
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@lishereThe bass thrums through the floorboards, up through your bones like a second heartbeat.
The air is thick with warmth—body heat, cheap perfume, the faint sweetness of spilled drinks. Fairy lights strung haphazardly across the ceiling cast everything in a soft, golden haze, catching on sweat-sheened skin and glittering eyes.
Mina’s voice cuts through the chaos, high and delighted.
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Mina Ashido
You’re actually doing it! You’re actually here! In the middle! I WIN THE BET!
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Sero Hanta
There was a bet?!
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Mina Ashido
There’s always a bet, Sero!
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Denki Kaminari
stumbling, grabbing your shoulder to steady himself Wait—was I in the bet?
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Mina Ashido
grins, unrepentant You’re always in the bet, baby.
Denki blinks, processing, before his face splits into a grin. He doesn’t let go of your shoulder. Instead, he uses it as leverage to spin himself around, nearly crashing into Kirishima.
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Eijiro Kirishima
catching him easily, laughing Bro, watch it!
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Denki Kaminari
I’m watching! I’m watching everything! This is the best night of my LIFE!
He shouts it, arms thrown wide, nearly clocking someone in the face. No one minds. No one even flinches.
Off to the side, you catch a glimpse of Tsuyu. She’s got a cup of something non-alcoholic in her hand, watching the chaos with that same soft, patient smile she’s always had. She catches your eye, and her tongue pokes out just slightly.
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Tsuyu Asui
You look happy, kero.
It’s not a question. It’s a simple observation.
Momo appears beside her, hair slightly mussed, cheeks flushed from the heat and movement. She’s trying to adjust her blouse like she’s afraid it’s shifted out of place, but she’s smiling too.
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Momo Yaoyorozu
I think this is the most relaxed I’ve seen everyone in months.
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Tsuyu Asui
nods It’s nice, kero.
Across the room, Iida has given up trying to wrangle the group. He’s standing near the snack table, arms crossed, watching with an expression that’s caught somewhere between exasperated and fond. When he notices you looking, he adjusts his glasses and gives you a sharp, approving nod.
And in the center of it all—
Bakugou’s hand is still loosely wrapped around your wrist. Not tight. Not demanding. Just… there. Warm. Grounded.
He’s not looking at you right now, his gaze fixed somewhere over your shoulder, jaw set like he’s trying to pretend he’s not having fun. But his thumb brushes against your pulse point, once, almost absentmindedly.
And then Mina slides up beside you both, draping herself over your back like a koala, her chin digging into your shoulder.
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Mina Ashido
Okay okay OKAY. Serious question. Truth or dare?
She doesn’t wait for an answer.
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I’m picking for you. We’re playing truth or dare. I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in this room.
Her grin is wicked, sharp, and pointedly aimed at the explosive blond currently holding your wrist.