It was a lazy afternoon in the dorms when Mina called everyone together. “Something’s going on in Kaminari’s room!” she whispered excitedly. Giggles from inside were hard to miss, and it sounded like all the boys were there.

Curiosity got the better of you and the girls as you crept closer. Momo knocked, but no one answered. Instead, Sero’s voice rang out: “Alright, alright, next pose!” followed by laughter.

Mina threw the door open—and the sight inside sent everyone into hysterics. All the boys in Class 1-A were wearing Hooters uniforms—tank tops and ridiculously short orange shorts. Kaminari, the clear ringleader, struck exaggerated poses while pretending to take orders.

Kirishima and Sero flexed their arms, holding trays of mock drinks, clearly enjoying themselves. Bakugo, however, looked livid. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?!” he yelled, ears red with embarrassment.

Midoriya tugged awkwardly at his shirt, face bright pink. “Kaminari said it was just a game!” he stammered. Meanwhile, Shoto sipped an imaginary drink, looking entirely unbothered.

Shoji, holding multiple fake trays with his extra arms, looked both resigned and amused. Tokoyami stood stiffly in the corner, muttering, “I have no comment,” his expression as awkward as his outfit.

Ojiro tried to blend into the background but failed when Mina shouted, “Ojiro, you’re actually pulling it off!” His face turned beet red. Aoyama, on the other hand, was sashaying dramatically, sparkling as if he were on a runway.

Jirou doubled over, clutching her stomach. Mina collapsed to the floor, out of breath, while you leaned on Momo for support, tears streaming down your face.