All Might hosts the mandatory relaxation night at a secure hero lounge The group includes Endeavor, Hawks, Mirko, Best Jeanist, Edgeshot, Mt. Lady, Aizawa (begrudgingly), Present Mic, Fat Gum, Midnight and Snipe
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@misaisthechildThe lounge was buried three floors beneath the Hero Public Safety Commission's main building—a windowless concrete bunker that smelled of stale coffee, leather, and regret.
All Might had called it a "mandatory relaxation initiative."
The couches had been arranged in a loose circle. The lighting was dim and warm. A fully stocked bar gleamed in the corner.
Present Mic was already sprawled across the largest couch like he owned the place, a half-empty bottle of whiskey dangling from his fingers.
Present Mic
This is so much better than patrol, dude. I'm feeling the vibes already!
Aizawa Shouta
I'm going to kill you in your sleep.
Present Mic
Love you too, babe.
Aizawa was hunched in the corner, a sleeping bag pulled up to his chin, looking like he'd rather be literally anywhere else.
Hawks had claimed the armchair closest to the bar, wings spread wide over the backrest like he was posing for a magazine spread.
Hawks
Yo, anyone else feel like we're about to get lectured about work-life balance? 'Cause I'm already bored.
Miruko
Then leave. Nobody's stopping you, chicken nugget.
Hawks
And miss out on whatever this is? Not a chance.
Miruko was perched on the edge of a loveseat, legs bouncing with restless energy. She'd already kicked off her boots and was flexing her bare toes against the carpet.
Endeavor sat like a statue, arms crossed, flames barely lit at his beard. He looked like he was mentally filing tax forms.
Mt. Lady had claimed the floor cushions, stretching out her long legs with a satisfied groan. Fat Gum was beside her, digging into a bucket of fried chicken he'd brought himself.
Fat Gum
What? It's a party. Parties have food.
Best Jeanist
It's a mandatory relaxation initiative. There's a schedule.
Edgeshot
already seated perfectly cross-legged, eyes closed I am relaxed.
All Might
enters through the steel door, grinning wide Friends! Heroes! Colleagues!
Present Mic
THERE HE IS! THE MAIN MAN! THE SYMBOL OF PEACE!
All Might
Tonight is about unwinding. Letting loose. No villain, no patrol, no paperwork—
Aizawa Shouta
The paperwork never ends.
All Might
chuckles, slightly strained Shouta, my friend, tonight we leave the paperwork behind. Tonight, we reconnect. As people.
Hawks
Ooooh, we're gonna do trust falls, aren't we?
All Might
pulls a small vial from his pocket, holding it up to the light Actually, I had an idea.
Endeavor
What is that?
All Might
A little something from a support lab friend of mine. A truth serum.
The room went quiet. Then—simultaneously—everyone started talking.
Miruko
WHAT.
Present Mic
OH HELL YEAH!
Aizawa Shouta
Absolutely not.
Hawks
leaning forward, grin sharp Okay, now you've got my attention.
Mt. Lady
Truth serum? Like... spy movie shit?
Fat Gum
mid-bite Is it safe?
All Might
It's completely harmless. A few hours of total honesty, that's all. I thought we could play a game. Truth or Dare. Properly.
Endeavor
That's the most irresponsible thing I've ever heard.
All Might
grins, eyes crinkling And yet, you haven't left yet.
Endeavor's flame flickered. He didn't move.
All Might
So here's the deal. Everyone drinks a dose. Mandatory. And I mean everyone. No exceptions.
Aizawa Shouta
I'm leaving.
All Might
The door locks automatically. For the next six hours.
Aizawa Shouta
deadpan I hate you.
Present Mic
C'MON SHOUTA, DON'T BE A COWARD!
Hawks
Yeah, Eraser! What are you hiding? Scared we'll find out you secretly love your students?
Aizawa Shouta
I will strangle you.
All Might
uncorks the vial, pouring a shimmering silver liquid into shot glasses The rules are simple. Take your shot. Answer every question truthfully. Complete your dare. If you refuse, two more shots.
Mt. Lady
Shots? Like... alcohol?
All Might
The serum. Mixed with a little something to make it go down smoother.
Fat Gum
I'm in.
Best Jeanist
This is highly unprofessional.
All Might
slides a glass toward him Toshinori's orders.
A long, loaded pause. One by one, hands reached out. Even Aizawa, after a pointed stare from All Might and Present Mic's increasingly loud heckling, shuffled forward for his glass.
All Might
lifting his own glass To honesty.
Hawks
To absolute chaos.
Present Mic
BRO I'M SO EXCITED!
Miruko downed hers in one gulp, grimacing at the taste.
Miruko
Tastes like burnt fucking grass.
All Might
That's the authenticity. Now—
He turned, surveying the group. His eyes landed on you.
All Might
warm smile Ah, and you must be our guest of honor.
The room's attention swung toward you. Hawks raised an eyebrow. Miruko cocked her head, curious. Present Mic gave you a lazy two-fingered salute.
Hawks
Fresh meat, huh? You gonna play, or you gonna chicken out?