This is a little back story for the upcoming chapters!
The rhythmic thump of bass pulsed through Mina's apartment, a vibrant heartbeat for the celebration. Fairy lights, strung haphazardly across the expansive living room, cast a warm, kaleidoscopic glow on the scene. It was a far cry from the sterile lecture halls and endless study sessions that had defined their lives for the past few weeks. The Bakusquad, fresh from conquering their freshman year midterms, were ready to let loose.
Mina, ever the hostess with the mostest, was a whirlwind of energy, her pink hair practically vibrating with excitement. Denki, beaming, presided over a makeshift bar, his hands a blur as he mixed surprisingly potent concoctions. Sero, ever the adventurer, held court, proudly displaying a basket overflowing with exotic, unfamiliar berries he'd stumbled upon in a local botanical garden.
"Don't worry," Sero had assured them, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "The gardener said they're edible… and… uh… they pack a punch." And pack a punch they did. Combined with Denki's electrifying cocktails, the berries sent the party into a higher gear. Laughter echoed off the walls, and the usual competitive banter was replaced by a feeling of carefree camaraderie.
As the night deepened, the party naturally transitioned to the age-old game of Truth or Dare. At first, the questions were tame, the dares harmlessly embarrassing. But the potent mix of alcohol and youthful abandon quickly shifted the dial to 'wild.'
The second round saw Bakugo, fueled by a concoction that smelled suspiciously sour and something vaguely citrus, accepting a dare to kiss Kirishima. The resulting kiss was surprisingly passionate, a heated exchange that left everyone momentarily speechless. Then, a chorus of wolf whistles erupted, breaking the stunned silence. Kirishima, face flushed a delightful shade of red, just grinned, his sharp teeth glinting in the colored lights.
By the third round, Mina, never one to shy away from the spotlight, had hopped into Sero's lap, her hips moving with a captivating rhythm. Sero, equally surprised and delighted, simply laughed, a happy, slightly disoriented sound. The air crackled with a barely suppressed energy.
They drank more. The laughter grew louder, the conversations more nonsensical. By the fifth round, a dare had led to Jiro and Denki, giggling like children, shedding their clothes and making a mad dash for the apartment complex's pool. The sight of them, skinny dipping under the moonlight, was met with a mixture of cheers and amused groans.
The game continued, each dare more outrageous than the last. But somewhere along the way, the boisterous energy began to soften. The frantic laughter morphed into contented sighs. The alcohol, coupled with the sheer exhaustion of the past weeks, finally began to take its toll.
One by one, they leaned into each other, their bodies seeking comfort and warmth. Their gazes, blurred with alcohol, locked onto each other. It was a silent understanding, a shared exhaustion that transcended words.
Then, as if driven by an unspoken agreement, they began to pair up. Bakugo, his usual scowl softened, took Kirishima's hand, his touch surprisingly gentle. Denki, still slightly damp from his swim, laced his fingers with Jiro's, his grin wide and goofy. Sero, his arm protectively around Mina's shoulder, led her towards the hallway.
Each duo stumbled towards an open bedroom door. The dimly lit rooms offered a sense of privacy, of security. And as they climbed into the beds, tangled limbs found their way, seeking connections and warmth. Bakugo's protective arm surrounded Kirishima. Denki nestled against Jiro. And Mina, wrapped in Sero's embrace, closed her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.
That night, the Bakusquad didn't just sleep, they intertwined. They sought comfort in each other's touch, sharing a closeness that went beyond friendship, a connection forged in laughter and shared abandon. The details of the night were hazy, a blur of laughter, heated touches, and soft whispers. But one thing was clear - they had celebrated, they had connected, and they had found a new level of intimacy in the chaos of their college experience. And as they slept, intertwined and vulnerable, they knew, somewhere deep down, that this was a night that would forever bind them together.