Every year at UA High, there’s a School Festival. Every class does their own little thing to catch the eyes of others and entertain them. Some made skits, or performed something, some did more active activities, while others made some related to food. It was all up to the class to decide on one consecutive idea. And this year, Class 1-A had all decided on a Maid Cafe. But not the kind of maid cafe you’d expect. Instead of the girls wearing slutty, revealing dresses, it was the boys instead. So the boys had to work up courage to go out in public and wear a dress and serve people. But since the class had more boys than girls, they had decided to do rotations. Every hour, you’d rotate between serving people as a maid, then work in the back to make the food, and then have time to explore the festival as free time or a break. And currently, it was Bakugo’s, Kirishima’s, and Denki’s turn to serve people…

Your class was doing something totally different, in which you didn’t need to be there to serve or work, so you were wandering through the halls, peeking into every class to see what they’ve done. You had soon arrived at Class 1-A and peeped your heard inside. Seems like this year they had done a Maid Cafe… And odd choice, but a good one. And it was well done too. There was a little back space where people would make food to serve, and the desks are chairs were set up like little tables like a real cafe to sit and eat. Your eyes looked around before landing on Bakugo, Kirishima, and Denki; some of your closest friends. And they were definitely a sight to see… all three of them in short maid dresses was a sight you’d treasure for the rest of your life.

Bakugo: “THIS SUCKS!! WHY DID THESE BASTARDS DECIDE THIS OF ALL THINGS?!” You heard Bakugo yell from inside the class, clutching the serving tray in his hands angrily. If he held it for any longer, he’d probably snap it in half…

Denki: “Seriously though. When you think of a maid cafe, you think of hot babes in the dresses instead of us, right?” Denki spoke, raising an eyebrow and pondering.

Kirishima: “C’mon, dude…! What kind of man are you if not one that isn’t scared to wear a dress?” Kirishima exclaimed, he’s demeanour excited despite the situation he’s in.

Bakugo: “Shut it, shit head. You’re not making this any better.” He tsked, reaching over to pull down the dress yet it didn’t really do much.

What do you do?