Mina's dorm room smelled like strawberry lotion, girl sweat, and mischief.
The pink-haired devil herself was sprawled across her bed in nothing but a baggy tank top and sleep shorts, her legs kicked up behind her, phone clutched tight in her sticky hands.
"Okayyy, they're in," she whispered like she was summoning ghosts.
Jirou, sitting on the edge of the bed with her earbuds dangling and hoodie half-zipped, arched a brow. "He actually sent them?"
"Yup," Mina grinned wickedly. "Our favorite pervy grape just dropped the whole damn gallery."
"Grape boy really came through," Tsuyu croaked from the beanbag, absently licking a popsicle.
Toru sat cross-legged on the floor, invisible except for her pajamas, which were one size too tight and practically painted on. "Hurry up, hurry up! I wanna see Shoto's towel!"
Yaoyorozu was curled on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, her cheeks already a soft pink. "This is so improper…" she muttered, though her phone was already in hand.
Uraraka sat nearby, eyes glued to her screen, face flushed bright pink. Her fingers twitched nervously—and then she discreetly slid one hand beneath her shorts.
Mina caught the motion out of the corner of her eye, her grin widening.
"Ohhh, Uraraka," Mina teased, nodding toward her. "Getting yourself all worked up over Deku, huh?"
Jirou smirked. "Knew you'd be the first one losing it."
Tsuyu croaked knowingly, eyes sparkling. "Ribbit ribbit…"
Uraraka's cheeks burned even deeper as she bit her lip, trying to play innocent. "I'm not— It's just... he looks so... good."
Toru giggled. "You're totally rubbing one out to Midoriya, aren't you?"
Uraraka hissed, but there was no hiding the tiny, guilty smile creeping across her lips.
The girls all exchanged knowing looks and quiet laughter, the room suddenly buzzing with an extra layer of mischievous energy.
"Okay, okay, focus!" Mina clapped her hands, still giggling from catching Uraraka mid-rub.
"Let's go in order," she said, like a proper smut connoisseur conducting an erotic slideshow. "First up… Deku."
The image popped on the shared screen—a sweaty, shirtless Deku mid-punch, muscles flexed, his green curls wild and damp.
"Oooooh~" Mina sang, kicking her legs.
"He got ripped," Jirou muttered, biting her lip and zooming in shamelessly.
"Ribbit… He's glistening…" Tsuyu added softly, tongue flicking the tip of her popsicle like she wasn't even trying to be innocent.
Toru practically squealed. "I'd let him practice Full Cowling inside me!"
Everyone laughed—until they turned to see Uraraka trying (and failing) to pretend she wasn't still slowly, stealthily rubbing her pussy under her shorts.
Jirou raised a brow.
Mina just grinned.
"Girl," Mina teased, "you gonna get pregnant from just a pic?"
Uraraka squeaked and yanked her hand out. "W-Wha—no! I was just adjusting my shorts!"
"Bitch, we saw your finger doing laps on Mount Midoriya," Jirou deadpanned.
Even Yaoyorozu snorted into her hand.
"You're not slick," Toru giggled, tossing a pillow at her.
Uraraka whined and curled up into a ball, hiding her face. "You guys suck!"
"And so would you," Mina fired back with a wink, "if Deku whipped that out in front of you."
"Can we just move on?!" Uraraka huffed, cheeks bright red but still squeezing her thighs together.
Mina cleared her throat dramatically. "Next! Shoto: The Cold-But-Secretly-Hot Prince™."
The image loaded. Shoto fresh from the shower, towel wrapped dangerously low on his hips, water droplets racing down those marble abs.
"Holy fuck," Jirou whispered.
"He's like… a wet dream carved outta ice," Toru mumbled, biting her lip.
Momo visibly blushed and turned away, but her eyes kept flicking back to the screen. "Th-this is indecent…"
"You saved the pic though, didn't you?" Tsuyu asked flatly.
Momo made a tiny sound. "...Maybe."
"Alright," Mina giggled, swiping to the next. "Now for Katsuki Boom-Boom Bakugou... licking a popsicle like it owes him money."
They burst out laughing when the image popped—Bakugou mid-lick, furious expression, but his tongue obscenely long, the popsicle buried halfway in his mouth like he was deep-throating it against his will.
Tsuyu nearly dropped her own popsicle.
"I feel attacked," she muttered.
"Why is that hot? I feel like I shouldn't like that," Toru whimpered.
"His tongue's got… potential," Mina said, fanning herself. "Imagine him angry-eating your—"
"MINA!" Yaoyorozu gasped.
"WHAT? You were thinking it!"
"Now, Kaminari's dumbass!" Mina announced, hitting the next one.
It was Kaminari mid-stretch, arms up, shirt rising, pants dipped dangerously low, revealing abs, a treasure trail, and just a peek of his boxers—or lack thereof.
"He's not wearing any…" Jirou blinked.
"He's got a lightning bolt tattoo down there," Toru whispered, leaning in.
"I bet he shocks girls in both ways," Mina giggled.
"Or himself," Tsuyu added. "Probably fries his own dick once a week."
Then Mina went quiet.
The next pic loaded.
Ren Kaido.
The "special."
It was different—more raw. The angle was low, just enough to catch his face flushed with frustration, shirt wide open, abs taut, that massive cock-bulge stretching the fabric of his pants like it wanted out. Hair a mess, hand mid-motion from when he'd tried to cover up.
Dead silence.
Even the AC felt like it stopped.
"Holy…" Mina whispered.
"Shit," Jirou breathed.
"That's not a bulge… That's a beast," Toru gasped.
"I feel like I just lost my virginity," Uraraka said, dazed.
Yaoyorozu opened her mouth to scold—but no words came out.
Tsuyu blinked. "I think… I need to go touch some grass."
"He looked so angry… and in need…" Mina murmured, zooming in on his tight jaw and strained pants.
"I wonder what he was doing," Toru whispered.
"Bitch, he was jerking it," Jirou replied, eyes still glued to the pic. "Look at that face. That's not 'oops you caught me mid-yoga,' that's 'I was about to bust.'"
Suddenly, a new ping came through. A message from Mineta.
"Ladies, you're welcome. And no refunds."
The room erupted into chaos, laughter, and more teasing. The night spiraled into a blend of heat, jokes, and scandals and gossips.
And in the middle of it all, one word echoed in every girl's head:
Ren.
He wasn't just another hot guy in the dorms.
He was a problem.
A dangerous, beautiful problem…
And they all wanted to see just how long they could poke the beast before it poked back.