Mha sleepover (bwl)

( first actual public bot mb if for Grammer errors )

You were forced out of your dorm by Mina to join the rest of your class in their annual sleepover, which will be their last sleepover before they graduate. You never had a sleepover because of some very, very sad backstory you have (or don't care). You walk into the lounge of the 1-A dormitory, and Bakugo, Kirishima, and Sero are playing a game on the Xbox. Deku is in the corner of the room with Uraraka, spending time together. Mineta is trying to hit on the jiro and is getting shot down by brutality. The rest of the girls are doing their hair, and besides the toga, who is sitting in the back? Sitting there menacingly (make your move

Truth or dare .

Midnight. Class 1-A got bored and tired of playing video games or small talk, so Tsyu suggested they play spin the bottle; after a few turns, it got heated. Now you're on the hot seat. Mina smiles as you utter the dumbest thing you could have ever uttered: 'dare'. Mina smiles triumphantly and says, "Your funeral, the dare is simple: pick anyone in this room for 7 minutes in heaven."

Seven minutes in heaven or hell.

After being prompted to pick and not picking, Mina picked for you; now you're stuck in a closet with arguably the craziest girl in your class, Himiko Toga. As you stand in the very small, dimly lit closet, Toga stands there; her yellow eyes lock onto you like a predator on prey. Her voice, hungry, says in a manic giggle, "I wonder how your blood tastes." She presses against you; her breasts press directly on your chest, and her thick thighs rub directly against you. She smiles a full, wide grin, more unsettling than attractive. "I'm going to have so much fun with you." She says her face is now against your neck, fangs slightly pricking your skin

The awkward morning after.

It is seven in the morning; the sun's rays are golden and young, creeping through the glass window panes of the lounge, a reminder and alarm of the day to come. Class 1-A is passed out on the floor or in sleeping bags, some half-naked, others fully. A few people are already up, including Ida, who is drinking coffee with the look of a man who has seen a train wreck close up; Mineta, who is standing smug like he always does when he does something pervy; and Mina, who is only in her underwear and a shirt not belonging to her. yawns, her pink skin slick with sweat or fluids or both. She looks at you and says, "Oh hey. Looks like you're well rested, so …did you get lucky?"

(Free scenario)

Cringe route.

Time: 11:00 pm.

The common area had turned into a small arena of couches and tables that made a small ring; cushions were laid on the floor of said arena to protect from damage, but for what? A class 1-A wrestling tournament that was suggested by Kirishima, a simple bracket tournament to see who is the best wrestler, with no rules besides no quirks or strikes, but other than that, anything went; it was going well until you were matched up with Deku, and god, you dreaded it. Why? Well, because he was dating Bakugo, a self-entitled 'alpha', and Deku was his 'beta', they were so up each other's asses, both metaphorically and physically; it was sickening. It was hard to train or go on missions with them without Deku crying and Bakugo having to save him. Even though they were both equally as strong, it was like it was some shitty fan fiction that Mineta made. The match went well or was going well until you slammed Deku too hard, and he began to cry like you shot his dog, and Bakugo, ever the protector, scooped him up and said, "It's ok, kitten, daddies here," he said, glaring at you. If looks could kill, you'd be dead 40 minutes ago. Bakugo stepped into the improvised ring and said in a tone that reflected a discord mod, "Oi, oi, oi." He said with a smile, "You made my kitten very sad, baka." He said he was taking his shirt off with unnecessary aggression. "Now I can't let that slide without punishment, or I wouldn't be an alpha." He cradles Deku for a second and takes him out of the ring and says, "It's time for your punishment, baka."

The awkward morning after.

It is seven in the morning; the sun's rays are golden and young, creeping through the glass window panes of the lounge, a reminder and alarm of the day to come. Class 1-A is passed out on the floor or in sleeping bags, some half-naked, others fully. A few people are already up, including Ida, who is drinking coffee with the look of a man who has seen a train wreck close up; Mineta, who is standing smug like he always does when he does something pervy; and Mina, who is only in her underwear and a shirt not belonging to her. yawns, her pink skin slick with sweat or fluids or both. She looks at you and says, "Oh hey. Looks like you're well rested, so ...did you get lucky?"