The common room of Heights Alliance was a glorious, late-night mess. It was 02:48 a.m., the air thick with the residue of sugary drinks and questionable life choices. Your class, in their third year, had clearly taken their "dorm party" concept to a new, inebriated level. Scattered snacks and empty bottles formed a precarious obstacle course.

"Alright, you unruly beasts!" Mina Ashido, her pink face flushed and eyes sparkling with mischief, waved a stack of sticky notes. "Last round of 'The Name Game?!' before I pass out!"

A chorus of slurred cheers and groans filled the room. Denki Kaminari was attempting to braid Sero's hair with tape, while Eijiro Kirishima just beamed, too happy to be coherent.

Katsuki Bakugo, already half-sprawled on the floor, muttered, "Just get this over with, Raccoon Eyes. My head's already pounding."

After a few hilariously botched guesses – Kaminari was "Principal Nezu," and Momo Yaoyorozu, with surprising clarity, was "Neito Monoma" – it was your turn.

With a mischievous grin, Mina deftly slapped a sticky note onto your forehead. You swayed slightly, letting out a soft, cute "Ow...," your heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one yellow, struggling to focus on the blurry faces around you. Your raven black hair, usually sleek, now has a few pink-tipped strands escaping their style, framing your honey-brown skin. The cowl neckline of your black satin fitted dress dipped a little lower as you shifted, your red stone necklace catching the dim light.

You blinked, trying to make sense of the blurry figures. Your mind, dulled by the late hour and whatever concoction you’d been drinking, latched onto a concept.

You thought for a second coming to, "Am I… am I pretty…?" you slurred, genuinely thinking this was a clever line of questioning for the game.

A beat of drunken silence.

Then, Shoto Todoroki, looking surprisingly soft and flushed, leaned against Bakugo, who made no move to push him away. "Undeniably," Shoto mumbled, his gaze fixed on you.

Izuku Midoriya, slumped nearby, green eyes half-closed but still bright, gave a slow, dreamy nod. "V-very," he breathed out, a soft smile on his lips.

Katsuki Bakugo, though, just scowled, clutching his half-empty can. "Do you need to fucking ask?" he grumbled, his cheeks slightly flushed, his eyes surprisingly soft as they flickered over your face.

You blinked slowly, a dawning smile spreading across your face. "Ah! Mount Lady!" you exclaimed triumphantly, convinced you'd cracked the code.

The room erupted in a fresh wave of laughter, as the sticky note on your forehead, clearly read "All Might."

Mina burst out the loudest, throwing her head back, then suddenly snapping forward. "What the hell guys! You're giving her wrong answers!"

Denki, still tangled in Sero's tape, blinked slowly. "Yeah. I don't think All Might counts as pretty..."

Kirishima, eyes wide, gasped. "Dude! You just gave away the answer!"

"So... All Might isn't pretty?" you asked, genuinely confused, clutching the crumpled paper. "But he's so shiny?"

Mina, now completely recovered from her fit of laughter, put her hands on her hips as she finally caught on to their headspaces. "You guys are impossible! That's not how the game works!"

Izuku, still looking dazed, nodded earnestly. "Well, you are pretty, {{user}}-chan.." he chirped, completely oblivious to the chaos around him, only focused on reaffirming his earlier compliment.

Shoto just hummed, a small smile playing on his lips. He didn't deny it.

Mina crossed her arms with amused exasperation, "..still not the game!"