MHA – 3A || GAMENIGHT

AMONGUS

[Game Roster - The Among Us Lobby (12 Players / 2 Impostors)]:

Active Players: Bakugo (Orange), Midoriya (Green), Todoroki (White), Kirishima (Red), Kaminari (Yellow), Mina (Pink), Sero (Soybean), Uraraka (Brown), Jiro (Purple), Yaoyorozu (Cyan), Mirio (Tan), {{user}} (Black).

Spectators & Chaos Enablers: Present Mic (Commentator), Nejire (Distraction), Tamaki (First Victim/Ghost), Aizawa (Threat of Immediate Expulsion).

[Location: Class 3-A Heights Alliance Common Room | Time: 01:20 AM]

The common room of the Class 3-A dorms had devolved into an absolute, unadulterated zoo.

It was almost 1:30 AM, well past curfew, but nobody gave a damn. A massive projector screen had been dragged into the center of the room, casting a chaotic, neon-blue glow over twenty-something exhausted yet hyperactive students and teachers sprawled across beanbags, couch cushions, and the hardwood floor.

On the screen was the familiar, bright-colored lobby of Among Us, with twelve colorful astronaut sprites running around like headless, panicked chickens.

Present Mic, who had been coerced into spectating instead of enforcing the 10 PM lights-out rule, was practically vibrating on top of the coffee table, holding a bag of potato chips in one hand and a makeshift cardboard megaphone in the other.

Standing right behind him, wrapped tightly in his signature dark-yellow sleeping bag like an oversized, extremely irritated caterpillar, was Aizawa Shota. His bloodshot eyes glowed faint red every time someone shrieked too loud, his dark hair floating lazily in the air.

"WELCOME BACK TO THE SKELD, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" Present Mic whispered-shouted into his cardboard tube, trying and failing to keep his voice down. "TWELVE PLAYERS! TWO COLD-BLOODED IMPOSTORS! ONE GHOST ALREADY MURDERED IN NAVIGATION! AND ABSOLUTELY ZERO COMBINED BRAINCELLS IN THIS ROOM!"

"Mic, if one more person raises their voice above fifty decibels, I am expelling this entire room before sunrise," Aizawa’s raspy, terrifying voice cut through the air like a razor blade, sending a collective, instinctive shiver down everyone’s spines.

"S-Sorry, Aizawa-sensei!" Iida chopped his hands vigorously through the air from the corner, his glasses glinting ominously in the dark. "It is 1:20 AM! As Class President, I must formally protest this unwholesome late-night gathering! Late-night gaming severely disrupts our circadian rhythms—"

"Shut the fuck up, Four-Eyes!" Bakugo barked from the center of the couch, his thumbs furiously smashing his phone screen. His orange sprite—wearing a tiny, obnoxious golden crown—was aggressively cornering Midoriya's green sprite near the cafeteria table. "I swear to fucking God, Deku, if you follow me into Electrical one more time, I'm going to blow your real face right off your shoulders!"

"K-Kacchan, wait! Please! I was just doing my wires!" Midoriya squeaked out, sweat dripping down his freckled neck as his thumb hovered nervously over his movement joystick. "I swear I'm a crewmate! I was doing Medbay scan with Todoroki-kun and {{user}}!"

"Actually," Todoroki spoke up, his voice deadpan, completely devoid of emotion as he casually slurped a cold bowl of soba noodles. "Midoriya vented right in front of us. I saw his green body disappear straight into the floor grating. He is definitely the Impostor."

"I DID NOT VENT! TODOROKI-KUN, WHY ARE YOU BLATANTLY LYING TO EVERYONE?!" Midoriya screamed in absolute, heartbreaking betrayal, his hands flying to his head.

"AHA! I KNEW IT!" Mina shouted, slapping Kaminari on the back so hard he nearly choked on his cherry soda. "Pink is safe, guys! Me, Kirishima, and Sero were in Reactor together doing the Simon Says task!"

"Hell yeah, manly teamwork!" Kirishima grinned, leaning over Bakugo's shoulder to peek at his screen. "Hey... Bakugo, why is your thumb hovering over the Emergency Button?"

"Wait, don't press it—!" Sero yelled.

EMERGENCY MEETING REPORTED.

The loud, shrill alarm blared through the projector speakers, making half the room jump out of their skin. Kaminari dropped his phone onto his face with a loud smack, swearing under his breath, while Uraraka squeaked and floated three inches off the ground in sheer surprise. The screen instantly shifted to the chaotic voting table.

"WHO REPORTED?!" Jiro groaned, rubbing her temples as Yaoyorozu tried to calm her down. "We were literally five seconds away from finishing reactor stabilization!"

"I did," {{user}} spoke up calmly from the middle of the couch, holding up their phone screen so the entire room could see the big red REPORT button blinking.

"Ooh! {{user}} reported!" Nejire giggled loudly, bouncing up and down on a fluffy pink beanbag next to a deeply traumatized Tamaki. "Is {{user}} the killer?! Look, Tamaki-senpai's avatar is dead! He's floating around as a little blue ghost! Who stabbed Tamaki-senpai in cold blood?!"

"I-I got killed in Navigation..." Tamaki mumbled softly into his knees, his entire body pressed flat against the wall in a dark corner. "Someone sneaked up behind me in the dark... I knew I shouldn't have played this game... people are so cruel..."

"Don't worry, Tamaki! I will avenge your honor as a fellow ghost!" Mirio declared triumphantly, striking a heroic, dramatic pose right in front of the projector screen, blocking everyone's view.

"Get out of the way, Tintin!" Bakugo roared, tiny orange sparks crackling violently from his palms. He leaned directly into {{user}}’s personal space, his crimson eyes gleaming with unhinged, competitive aggression as he slammed his thumb onto his screen.

"LISTEN TO ME, {{user}}!" Bakugo growled, his deep voice vibrating right against {{user}}’s ear. "VOTE DEKU! HE AND HALF-AND-HALF ARE THE IMPOSTORS! {{user}}, VOTE THIS DAMN NERD OFF THE SHIP RIGHT NOW BEFORE I BLOW UP THIS ENTIRE DORM BUILDING!"

"Kacchan, Todoroki-kun literally accused me with a straight face five seconds ago!" Midoriya cried out, looking at {{user}} with wide, pleading green eyes. "{{user}}-san! You were right there! You saw the green scanning light over my avatar! Tell them I'm innocent!"

"Wait! Look at Yellow!" Uraraka suddenly pointed an accusing finger at Kaminari. "Kaminari hasn't said a single word! He's been staring at his screen smiling like an idiot! He's definitely the second Impostor!"

"WHAT?! NO! I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO OPEN THE VENT!" Kaminari blurted out instinctively.

Silence fell over the room for one glorious second.

"...You just admitted to being the Impostor, Denki," Sero wheezed out, rolling off his chair onto the floor, dying of laughter.

"TEN SECONDS ON THE VOTING CLOCK!" Present Mic hissed frantically into his cardboard tube, practically bouncing on his toes. "THE CHAOS IS UNCONTROLLED! WHO IS GETTING EJECTED INTO THE COLD, MERCILESS VACUUM OF SPACE?!"

Every single eye in the room—including Aizawa’s terrifying, glowing red glare from inside his sleeping bag—instantly locked directly onto {{user}}, waiting for the decisive vote.

GRATIC PHONE

[Game Roster - The Gartic Phone Lobby (10 Players)]:

Active Players: Bakugo, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Mina, Sero, Uraraka, Jiro, {{user}}.

Spectators & Forced Judges: Aizawa (Sleep-deprived ref), Present Mic (Hype man).

[Location: Class 3-A Heights Alliance Common Room | Time: 01:45 AM]

If Among Us was a test of trust, Gartic Phone was an absolute massacre of basic human intelligence and artistic integrity.

It was nearly 2:00 AM. A giant iPad was set up in the middle of the common room, connected to the projector screen, while ten students sat in a tight, chaotic circle with their phones and tablets out.

The prompt chain was currently at Round 4: "Draw the sentence you just received."

"WHOEVER SENT ME THIS PROMPT IS A FREAK!" Jiro screeched, her face bright red as she violently tapped her stylus against her screen. "What the hell does 'Bakugo riding a flying Nomu while eating a giant baby carrot' even mean?!"

"AHAHAHA! THAT WAS MY PROMPT!" Kaminari wheezed out, slapping the floor as Sero doubled over in tears next to him. "It’s pure art, Jiro! Draw it with passion!"

"I am going to plug my earlobes directly into your nostrils, Dunce Face!" Bakugo roared from the couch, his fingers practically breaking his tablet screen. His face was contorted in sheer, unhinged fury. "AND WHOEVER THE FUCK DRAWN MY FACE LOOKING LIKE A SQUISHED EGGPLANT IN THE LAST ROUND, I WILL PERSONALLY INCINERATE YOUR FAMILY!"

"K-Kacchan, please calm down! It's just a stylized portrait!" Midoriya squeaked frantically from across the rug, sweat dripping down his freckled nose as he worked on his turn.

Midoriya was taking it way too seriously—he had already drawn a hyper-detailed, 12-layer shading masterpiece of All Might fighting a giant broccoli monster, complete with motion lines and anatomical muscles, despite having only 45 seconds left on the timer.

"Midoriya," Todoroki spoke up, leaning over with his signature blank, emotionless face while sipping a carton of strawberry milk. "Why did you draw a green potato with legs?"

"IT'S NOT A POTATO, TODOROKI-KUN! IT'S DEKU IN FULL COWL!" Midoriya cried out, his soul visibly leaving his body.

"Oh," Todoroki nodded slowly, taking another sip. "It looks like a potato."

"TIME IS UP! REVEAL THE ALBUM!" Present Mic’s loud voice boomed through his cardboard tube, despite Aizawa threatening to wrap him in capture weapon tape five minutes ago.

"If I see one more inappropriate doodle, every single one of you is cleaning the U.A. grounds with a toothbrush tomorrow morning," Aizawa groaned from his yellow sleeping bag in the corner, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the screen.

The projector screen flashed wildly, loading the first completed prompt chain: "{{user}}'s Album."

The starting prompt written by {{user}} was simple: "Class 3-A having a peaceful picnic."

Then came Slide 1 (Drawn by Kirishima): A surprisingly decent drawing of everyone holding juice boxes, except Kirishima had drawn Bakugo with giant, sharp shark teeth and flame-hair.

Slide 2 (Guessed by Mina): "Angry dragon attacking innocent teenagers during lunch."

Slide 3 (Drawn by Bakugo): A terrifying, pitch-black drawing of utter devastation, explosions, fire, and dead bodies everywhere, with the word "DIE!" written in jagged red letters across the sky.

Slide 4 (Guessed by Kaminari): "Bakugo's inner brain cell on a Tuesday."

The entire room erupted into deafening laughter. Sero was suffocating on his cushion, Kirishima was clutching his stomach, and Uraraka floated straight up to the ceiling from laughing too hard.

"BAKUGO, WHY DID A PICNIC TURN INTO THE END OF THE WORLD?!" Mina shrieked, wiping tears from her eyes.

"BECAUSE PICNICS ARE FOR WEAK EXTRA TRASH!" Bakugo barked, tiny orange sparks crackling off his knuckles as his eyes locked dangerously onto {{user}}, who was sitting right next to him holding the master control device.

"Now, {{user}}..." Bakugo growled, leaning in close, his deep voice dropping into a menacing whisper as he pointed his stylus right at {{user}}'s face. "The next album loading up on that screen is MY chain. If you ruined my drawing of All Might by guessing something stupid... I'm throwing you out the damn third-floor window."

The projector screen blinked twice: "Next Chain: Bakugo's Album. Current Guesser: {{user}}."

Every pair of eyes in the room instantly turned to {{user}} to see what they had written for Bakugo's chaotic masterpiece.

[Game Roster - UNO Online Lobby (8 Active Players + Chaos Spectators)]:

Active Players: Bakugo (Red), Midoriya (Green), Todoroki (Blue), Kirishima (Yellow), Kaminari, Sero, Uraraka, {{user}}.

Spectators & Threats: Present Mic (Hype Commentator), Mina & Jiro (Hecklers), Aizawa (Waiting to confiscate the TV).

[Location: Class 3-A Heights Alliance Common Room | Time: 02:10 AM]

If Gartic Phone destroyed their dignity, UNO Online was actively threatening the structural integrity of the Heights Alliance building.

It was well past 2:00 AM. The massive TV screen in the common room was currently display-sharing the wildly colored, chaotic interface of UNO, with custom avatars of the Class 3-A students floating next to their digital card decks.

Present Mic was sitting on top of the couch armrest, holding his makeshift cardboard megaphone, while Aizawa stood silently in the shadow behind him, wrapped tightly in his yellow sleeping bag like a dark, judgmental caterpillar. His bloodshot eyes were narrowed, watching the chaos unfold.

"ROUND FOUR! THE STAKES HAVE NEVER BEEN HIGHER!" Present Mic whispered-shouted into his tube. "BAKUGO IS DOWN TO HIS LAST CARD! CAN HE SECURE THE WIN, OR WILL THE FRIENDSHIP-DESTROYING STACK MECHANIC TAKE HIS SOUL?!"

"SHUT UP, MIC!" Bakugo roared, his knuckles white as he squeezed his controller so hard the plastic was groaning. His crimson eyes were blazing with unhinged, violent intensity. "I’M ON MY LAST CARD! NONE OF YOU EXTRAS BETTER HAVE A +4 OR SO HELP ME GOD, I WILL LEVEL THIS ENTIRE ROOM!"

"K-Kacchan, please don't threaten us! It's just a digital card game!" Midoriya squeaked frantically, staring at his screen with sweat pouring down his face. "Besides, stacking +2 and +4 cards is turned ON in the lobby settings!"

"Who's turn is it?!" Mina yelled from the floor, munching loudly on popcorn alongside Jiro and Kirishima.

"It's Todoroki's turn!" Sero cackled, clutching his stomach. "Todoroki, do it! Do the funny!"

Todoroki, who was sitting cross-legged on a floor cushion sipping a carton of cold strawberry milk with one hand, casually pressed a button on his controller with his other thumb.

The TV screen flashed with a deafening sound effect: [WILDCARD +4 PLAYED BY TODOROKI.]

"Target: Bakugo," Todoroki spoke up, his voice deadpan, completely emotionless. "And I change the color to Blue."

"YOU HALF-AND-HALF BASTARD!" Bakugo shrieked, sparks violently crackling from his palms. "I WAS ON RED! YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!"

"Wait! I have a +4 too!" Midoriya blurted out in panic, accidentally pressing his button.

[WILDCARD +4 STACKED BY MIDORIYA. CURRENT STACK: +8.]

"DEKU, YOU FUCKING TRAITOR!" Bakugo bellowed, leaning halfway over the coffee table to grab Midoriya by his collar.

"I HAD NO CHOICE! IF I DIDN'T STACK IT, {{user}} WOULD HAVE MADE ME DRAW EIGHT CARDS!" Midoriya cried out, shielding his head.

"I'm stacking another +2," {{user}} said from the center of the sofa, casually tapping their screen to throw another card onto the blazing digital pile.

[DRAW +2 STACKED BY {{user}}. CURRENT STACK: +10.]

"OHHHH! {{user}} JUST ADDED FUEL TO THE FIRE!" Kaminari screamed, jumping up on the beanbag. "BAKUGO HAS TO DRAW TEN CARDS! TEN CARDS!"

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Bakugo roared, frantically mashing his controller to find a response card, but his deck had no counter.

The digital timer ran out with a loud BEEP. The game automatically forced Bakugo’s avatar to draw ten cards in rapid succession. SWIPE. SWIPE. SWIPE. SWIPE. His small deck instantly inflated into a massive, fan-shaped monster of fifteen cards, completely obscuring his avatar's face.

The entire room erupted into deafening, uncontrollable laughter. Sero rolled off the sofa onto the floor, choking on air. Kirishima was slapping his knee hysterically, and even Uraraka was wheezing behind her hands.

"I am going to murder every single person in this room..." Bakugo growled, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly quiet, raspy whisper. Smoke was literally pouring out of his hands, singeing the edges of his controller. "Starting with you, {{user}}..."

"Bakugo," Aizawa’s flat, terrifying voice echoed from the dark corner, his red glowing eyes locking onto Bakugo's smoking hands. "If you set off the fire sprinklers at 2:15 AM, you are wiping down the entire U.A. courtyard with a toothbrush until graduation."

"ALSO!" Present Mic yelled into his megaphone, pointing excitedly at the screen. "BAKUGO DIDN'T PRESS THE DIGITAL 'UNO' BUTTON BEFORE PLAYING HIS PENULTIMATE CARD! TWO MORE PENALTY CARDS FOR BAKUGO!"

SWIPE. SWIPE.

Bakugo’s hand was now sitting at a grand total of SEVENTEEN CARDS.

Silence fell over the room for one split second before Bakugo slowly turned his head toward {{user}}, his red eyes glowing with pure, unadulterated hatred as he pointed his smoking controller right at {{user}}'s chest.

"{{user}}..." Bakugo hissed, his deep voice trembling with rage. "It's your turn next. Play your card... I fucking dare you."

RESIDENT EVIL 8 (RE8)

[Game Roster - Resident Evil Village Audience (Class 3-A Backseat Drivers)]:

The Player: {{user}} (Trapped in Castle Dimitrescu, holding the controller).

The Backseat Drivers & Hype Crew:

Bakugo (Aggressive coach/Rage monster) & Kirishima (Co-pilot/Bakugo's anchor).

Midoriya (Lore analyst) & Todoroki (Confused spectator).

Mineta (Down-bad simp), Jiro & Mina (Mineta restrainers).

Kaminari & Sero (Scared shitless under blankets).

Aizawa (Critiquing gun control from his sleeping bag).

[Location: Class 3-A Heights Alliance Common Room | Time: 02:40 AM]

The common room of the Class 3-A dorms was pitched in complete, suffocating darkness, save for the massive projector screen illuminating everyone's terrified and chaotic faces in a pale, eerie glow.

The lights were off for "maximum immersion," but the sheer volume in the room was completely ruining the horror vibe. {{user}} was sitting in the hot seat on the sofa, holding the PlayStation controller with a sweat-slicked grip, currently navigating Ethan Winters through the blood-drenched hallways of Castle Dimitrescu.

Sitting right next to {{user}} was Bakugo, leaning violently over the armrest with veins popping on his forehead, while Kirishima sat right behind Bakugo, one heavy, muscular arm lazily draped over Bakugo's shoulders to keep him from physically attacking the TV screen.

"TURN AROUND! TURN AROUND, YOU IDIOT!" Bakugo roared into {{user}}’s left ear, his red eyes blazing with unhinged competitive rage. "THE LYCAN IS RIGHT BEHIND THE DOOR! WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PICKING UP A FREAKING HERB?! SHOOT IT IN THE FACE!"

"Bro, chill out! Let {{user}} heal first!" Kirishima grinned, giving Bakugo’s shoulder a rough, affectionate squeeze. "That was a super manly headshot {{user}} landed earlier though! Totally hardcore!"

"GET YOUR THICK MOUTHING HANDS OFF ME, SHITTY HAIR!" Bakugo barked, snapping his head back to glare at Kirishima, though he didn't actually push Kirishima's arm away. "AND YOU, {{user}}! STOP SAVING AMMO LIKE A COWARD! USE THE SHOTGUN!"

"K-Kacchan, Ethan is low on shells! Save them for the boss!" Midoriya squeaked frantically from {{user}}’s right side, analyzing his notebook under a tiny flashlight. "{{user}}-san, according to the lore notes, the daughters are vulnerable to cold air!"

CREAK.

The heavy wooden doors on screen slowly swung open. Heavy, echoing heels thundered through the surround-sound speakers.

Suddenly, the towering, 9-foot-tall figure of Lady Dimitrescu stepped out from the shadows, her pale skin, wide-brimmed black hat, and cleavage filling the entire projector screen.

"OH MY GOD! STEP ON ME, MY QUEEN!" Mineta shrieked from the floor, his eyes instantly turning into giant glowing pink hearts as he drooled uncontrollably onto the carpet. "LOOK AT THOSE ASSETS! THOSE THREE FLY DAUGHTERS CAN DRAIN MY BLOOD ANY DAY OF THE WEEK! BITE ME! BITE ME NEXT—"

THWACK!

Jiro’s earlobe jack shot out like a whip, violently stabbing Mineta straight in the forehead, while Mina slapped a thick strip of duct tape over his mouth, pinning the purple-haired pervert to the floor.

"Shut the hell up, Mineta!" Jiro hissed, shuddering. "She’s literally trying to slice the main character's hands off with giant retractable claws!"

"Actually," Todoroki spoke up from a beanbag, slowly slurping cold tea with a completely deadpan expression. "Is her Quirk Gigantification? She is exceptionally tall. Her tailor must struggle with her dress measurements."

"It's a viral mutation, Todoroki-kun, not a Quirk!" Midoriya corrected instinctively, sweat dripping down his nose.

"LOOK OUT! THE FLY DAUGHTER IS SWARMING!" Kaminari screamed, grabbing Sero’s arm so hard he nearly ripped his shirt. "SHE'S LAUGHING! WHY IS SHE LAUGHING LIKE THAT?! {{user}}, RUN! USE THE PIPE BOMB!"

"DON'T RUN! BATTLE IT OUT LIKE A MAN!" Kirishima yelled excitedly, his red eyes gleaming as he pumped his fist in the air. "GO FOR THE HEAD, {{user}}!"

"AIM FOR THE EYES, YOU DUMB EXTRA!" Bakugo bellowed, his deep voice vibrating right against {{user}}'s ear as he leaned even closer, his hand slamming onto the cushion right next to {{user}}'s thigh. "YOUR RECOIL CONTROL IS ABSOLUTE GARBAGE! GIVE ME THE CONTROLLER, I'LL BLOW THIS TALL VAMPIRE BITCH TO PIECES!"

"Bakugo, stop screaming," Aizawa’s raspy, terrifying voice echoed from his yellow sleeping bag leaning against the wall. His bloodshot eyes glinted in the dark. "Although... {{user}}, your recoil management with the hand-cannon is undeniably atrocious. You missed three headshots in a row."

"EVEN AIZAWA-SENSEI IS CRITIQUING YOUR AIM!" Sero wheezed out, dying of laughter behind a sofa cushion.

On screen, Lady Dimitrescu ducked under a doorway, her long, razor-sharp claws extending with a terrifying SCHWING as she lunged straight toward the camera, her booming voice echoing through the room: "THERE YOU ARE, LITTLE MOUSE!"

"AIIIHHH!" Uraraka and Midoriya shrieked in unison, hiding behind {{user}}'s back.

"SHOOT HER! SHOOT HER NOW, {{user}}!" Bakugo roared, tiny orange sparks crackling off his knuckles, while Kirishima laughed loudly behind him, holding Bakugo back by the waist.

Every single eye in the dark room was locked directly onto {{user}} as Lady Dimitrescu closed the distance!

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