Mina's dorm room smelled like strawberry lotion, marshmallow perfume, and just a hint of teen girl mischief.
The lights were dimmed, the floor covered in blankets and pillows, and snacks were scattered across every surface. Girls were draped over beanbags and body pillows, clad in oversized tees, tank tops, and barely-there sleep shorts.
Lo-fi music played low in the background, a cozy vibe wrapping around them.
But Uraraka wasn't vibing.
She was trying very hard to keep still—knees pulled up, hands buried under a fleece blanket as her cheeks burned crimson.
Mina, sitting beside her on the bed, had noticed.
She leaned in, eyes narrowing playfully. "Ochako... you good?"
Uraraka didn't answer. She was biting her lip, face turned away, body stiff.
Then Mina spotted it.
The slow, rhythmic movement under the blanket. Barely there. But unmistakable.
Her smirk turned evil.
"Tsu," Mina said, barely above a whisper. "She's totally finger-flicking the bean."
Tsuyu blinked, tilting her head as she sucked on a lollipop. "Ribbit... again?"
Jirou looked up from her phone with a sly grin. "No way. Right here? In the middle of game night?"
"I-I'm not!" Uraraka squeaked, yanking her hand out from under the blanket like it was on fire. "I was just—uh—scratching!"
"Scratching your soul?" Jirou deadpanned. "Because girl, that was a whole spiritual ritual you had going."
Toru giggled from her invisible perch on the beanbag. "Bet she was thinking about Deku again~"
Uraraka curled up, burying her face in a pillow. "You guys are the worst!"
"And you've got the fastest fingers," Mina whispered with a wink.
Everyone erupted into laughter—except one.
Yaoyorozu sat rigid on a cushion, dressed in a silk robe that reached her knees, her hair braided neatly, and a warm mug of chamomile tea held with both hands like she was a Victorian princess.
She cleared her throat delicately. "Must we really discuss such... crude behavior?"
"C'mon, Momo," Mina said, flopping onto her back dramatically. "You know we're all a bunch of degenerates here. Except you. You're our elegant lady of class… who makes sex toys."
Momo nearly spit her tea. "I—I do not! I've made one... for Mina... under duress."
Jirou raised a brow. "You made her a dildo. You're already in the trenches with the rest of us."
"It was purely scientific!" Momo protested, cheeks burning. "I applied my knowledge of anatomy and molecular structure. It was… a mechanical challenge."
"Yeah," Mina grinned, "and it rocked my whole damn world. That thing had curves, texture, and an afterglow."
"Afterglow?" Tsuyu asked, licking the edge of her lollipop.
"It glowed in the dark."
"Oh."
Momo groaned softly into her tea.
"But actually," Mina said, sitting up. "I need a new one."
Yaoyorozu blinked. "What?"
Mina didn't answer right away. Instead, she crawled over to her dresser, popped it open, and dug out a pair of utterly destroyed panties. The fabric was riddled with holes, burned around the edges like someone had taken a lighter to them.
She held them up for display.
"Quirk accident?" Tsuyu asked dryly.
"Climax catastrophe," Mina corrected proudly.
Jirou let out a long whistle. "You fried your panties."
"I melted them," Mina said. "The dildo was too good. I squirted acid all over myself and blew a hole in my drawer."
Momo turned crimson. "You—Mina! You could've seriously injured yourself!"
"I did," Mina grinned. "My sheets are never gonna recover. And that poor dildo… may it rest in peace."
"You destroyed my carefully crafted, thermally reinforced, platinum-core creation…" Momo muttered, eyes wide.
"Girl, it vibrated like a power drill and curved like a scythe," Mina said. "You built a weapon of mass orgasm."
"I made a personal wellness device!" Momo squeaked, looking scandalized.
"Make me another," Mina said, eyes sparkling. "And this time, reinforce it with acid-resistant polymers and—oooh!—make it glittery!"
Momo looked like she was going to faint. "I—absolutely not!"
"Pleaseee?" Mina batted her lashes. "I'll name it after you."
"No."
"I'll let you pick the size!"
"No!"
"...Toru wants one too," Mina added quickly.
"I do," came Toru's muffled voice from the corner. "Can you make mine vibrate like Bakugou when he's angry?"
"No!"
"I'd like a cool one," Tsuyu said, licking her lips. "Maybe ice-themed. Like Shoto's quirk. Cold vibrations."
"Definitely no!"
"Deku-themed for me," Uraraka mumbled from behind her pillow. "I mean—not that I need one—I just… thought maybe... if I did…"
Everyone turned to her.
She was redder than Mina's hair.
"You're not slick," Jirou smirked.
"Make mine with a detachable suction cup," Mina added. "So I can ride it on the mirror like a demon."
Momo stood, scandalized. "This is depravity! I will not stand here and be your personal pleasure forge!"
The room went quiet.
Mina looked up from her destroyed panties. "...You can make double-ended ones, right?"
Momo froze.
Her eye twitched.
She sat down with a long, suffering sigh. "Fine. But I'm charging all of you in protein bars and privacy."
The room exploded in squeals and pillow fights.
And as the chaos unfolded—snacks flying, girls laughing, teasing and teasing and teasing—none of them realized that this would be their last fully innocent girls' night.
Because the next day, Ren Kaido would walk into Class 1-A.
And from that moment on?
None of their toys would ever compare again.