Point of Impact ?Katsuki Bakugo?

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mina clapped her hands once. Loud. Sharp. Effective.

“Alright, degenerates! It’s game time!”

The room erupted in cheers, groans, and at least two scattered yells of “shotgun couch!”

She vaulted up onto a stool and pointed at the open circle of floor pillows, blankets, and low tables in the center of the lounge.

“First up—classic chaos. Never Have I Ever. Rules are simple. You say the thing. If you’ve done it, you drink. If it’s juicy, you get interrogated. If you lie, we riot.”

“Do we ever not riot?” Sero asked, already settling into a beanbag.

“Some of us just live here now,” Kaminari added, pulling Jirou into his lap like it was automatic. She rolled her eyes but didn’t resist.

Mina pointed dramatically at Aurelia. “You. Front and center. No hiding behind the alcohol.”

Aurelia arched a brow, but didn’t argue. She stepped into the circle, boots heavy on the floor, drink still in hand. She didn’t sit right away—just stood, surveying the room like the apex predator she was.

Someone whistled.

Kirishima, grinning like an idiot, threw his arm around Mina and pulled her into the circle. “C’mon, babe. You start.”

Mina winked. “Gladly.”

She dropped into the center with flair, took a dramatic swig of her drink, and grinned at the crowd.

“Never have I ever…” she drawled, eyes scanning the circle, “imagined someone here naked.”

Immediate chaos.

Jirou groaned. “We’re starting at horny?”

“We live at horny,” Kaminari said, raising his cup.

Mina’s grin stretched slow and wicked as she raised her cup higher, gaze sweeping the circle with feral precision.

“Never have I ever… imagined someone here naked.”

There was a pause.

Then—

Groans. Laughter. A flurry of movement.

Kaminari cackled and tipped back his drink with zero hesitation. “Listen, I’m only human.”

Jirou rolled her eyes but took a sip too, cheeks already flushed pink as she muttered, “Regret.”

Kirishima raised his cup, red to his ears. “It’s a dorm. Sometimes the walls are thin!”

“Sometimes?” Mina deadpanned, nudging him with her knee.

Sero and Tetsutetsu both drank, grinning like they were proud of it. Someone on the floor howled. A second later, Monoma—lurking way too close to the snack table—raised his glass with a smirk.

“I imagine many things,” he said cryptically.

“Blocked,” Jirou muttered.

But all eyes shifted when Aurelia—still lounging back on her hands, legs stretched out in front of her, expression unreadable—didn’t move.

Didn’t drink.

Didn’t blink.

Mina’s eyes narrowed. “Really?”

Aurelia just shrugged. “Visualization isn’t the same as imagination.”

Kaminari choked. “What does that even mean?!”