IF: One For All-Fiction

If there was one word to describe the state of things in the large private room in the karaoke bar, it would be chaotic. Kumagawa was singing the most crazy-ass songs with his girlfriend cheering him on and encouraging the wild behavior, apparently it turned out that Sukinasaki was actually drinking alcohol instead of juice and after a few glasses her shirt went bye-bye, at the singers request Jirou had joined her in the consumption of said drink where it was revealed the music loving girl was a very affectionate drunk, Kaminari started a food fight with Kirishima, Hansode was jumping around catching all the food they threw, Akune had somehow been flung into the wall where he still remains in an unconscious state, Ashido was dancing like nobody was watching even though everyone was watching, Emukae was calmly chatting with Ajimu like everything was normal, Hanten had his face buried in a pillow presumably screaming, and Midoriya and Uraraka were left to cower on the edge of one of the couches heedless of how close they were to each other.

"H-how did this happen?!" asked the green-haired teen. "We've only been here for five minutes!"

Ajimu chuckled at the side. "Kid, there's something you should know. With us around, there's never a dull moment."

"Everything went bad so quickly!" cried Uraraka.

"What are you complaining about? Everyone is having a good time. Why not join them?"

"Because I want to leave with my body intact!" answered Midoriya.

"Hmph, what a wet blanket." Ajimu responded as she shook her head. "Though I suppose I can help speed things along if you want. You know, skip to when everything calms down."

"Huh?"

"What do you mean?" asked the anti-gravity girl.

"This." Ajimu said as she waved a hand in front of her.

Suddenly the position and state of everything changed. Kumagawa was now jumping on a couch shouting that he was 'the last one standing', Toga was clinging to his leg like a tick and stabbed at his femoral artery with a chopstick, a winded Akune was holding the unconscious bodies of Kaminari and Kirishima by the collar, a sleeping Hansode lay on the floor face up with her belly bulging from everything she ate, a barely conscious Ashido was leaning back in a chair with a pair of p.a.n.t.i.e.s hanging from one of her horns, Sukinasaki was puking into a garbage can and Jirou looked like she would be joining her soon, Emukae still looked no worse for the wear, Hanten had a lamp shade on his head, and for some reason Ajimu was now looking down on Midoriya and Uraraka from above.

"W-what the..." muttered Midoriya as he tried to regain his bearings. Instead of sitting on the couch like he was a moment ago, he was now lying on the floor. A brief pang of pain rocked his brain, and he reached up to grab his head to alleviate it. But when he raised his arm, he noticed that his long-sleeve shirt was missing. Looking down, he came to the realization that he was topless.

"W-w-what is this?!" he screeched as his elbows shot back to help him sit up. "What happened to my shirt?!"

Not that he was really self-conscious about his body, but Midoriya didn't really enjoy showing off his muscular form. As he tried to sit up further, his progress was impeded by a weight on his left arm. Turning, he saw the sleeping face of Uraraka who was hugging his arm. Immediately he became a blushing mess of shyness, unable to do anything but stare and tremble.

"Welcome back to the waking world." spoke Ajimu as she looked at Midoriya with a smug smile.

Managing to temporarily recover his composure due to the interruption, he turned his gaze back towards the strange girl.

"What did you do?!" he whispered loudly, trying not to wake the girl at his side.

"Well, seeing as how you didn't want to have fun in the moment, I decided to move things along. I used the Skill; The Morning After, on you. It allows your perception of time to move forward rapidly with no immediate recollection of what happened. Think of it as getting stupid drunk one night, and waking up the next morning with no memory of what happened. Except with this Skill, all your memories will return to you after awhile." she answered.

"Y-you can do that?!" asked a stunned Midoriya.

Ajimu smirked. "Yep! Now, let's get these party animals back in proper form."

Putting two fingers in her mouth, Ajimu let out an ear piercing whistle that woke up and got the attention of all present.

"Gah! My ears!" cried Kaminari.

"Wuh?! I'm up mom! I won't be late for school!" shouted Ashido as she sprung to her feet.

"Damn," g.r.o.a.n.e.d Kirishima. "that was one hell of a party..."

"Easy for you to say." Akune grumbled as he released the two students.

At the sound of the whistle, Jirou couldn't hold back anymore and proceeded to empty her stomach contents into one of the garbage cans.

Uraraka cracked her eyes open, and upon seeing her situation, immediately scooted away from Midoriya out of embarrassment. "Meep!"

'So cute!'

However Kumagawa and Toga paid no mind to the whistle, while Hansode continued to sleep.

"Geez, looks like a bomb went off in here." Kaminari remarked before starting to sob. "The manager is so going to kill us."

Kirishima gave the blonde a reassuring pat on the back. "No worries man! Kumagawa can fix it, right?" he said as he looked towards said teen.

Kumagawa tilted his head in confusion. [I can?]

The two boys paled. "What?!"

[Just kidding!]

"Man, we really must've gone wild. I can barely remember a thing, but I feel exhausted." Ashido remarked as she started to stretch.

"Uhh, Ashido-san?" Emukae called out. "You have something stuck up here." she said as she pointed at her own head.

Reaching up, the pink-skinned girl grabbed a piece of cloth and brought it in front of her to see what it was. A devilish smirk worked its way across her face. "Well, looks like someone here is down one pair of p.a.n.t.i.e.s~!"

Akune did his best to looked composed and turn his head, Kaminari was sporting a nosebleed along with Kirishima to a lesser extent, and Midoriya sputtered out gibberish.

However none of the girls present made any move to claim the u.n.d.e.r.g.a.r.m.e.n.ts. The reason being that A; they didn't want to admit they were currently going commando with boys present, and B; the p.a.n.t.i.e.s were a rather embarrassing pair of pink cotton undies with the face of a white cat printed on the b.u.t.t.

Ashido smirked. "Well then, I suppose no one will mind if I just pocket these then~." she said as she hung the garments in front of her like a trophy, trying to bait the owner into revealing herself. But when all the girls remained stone-faced, Ashido sighed. "Too bad then! I guess someone's going to have a fun trip home!"

As the pink-skinned girl pocketed the p.a.n.t.i.e.s, Toga suddenly shot up as if remembering something. "Ah, that's reminds me!"

She then had Kumagawa face her as she stood on one of the couches. "Check this out Misogi-kun~!"

Turning her body to face the wall, the pale-blonde girl jumped upwards. While the jump didn't immediately have a payoff, as soon as Toga's body descended, it revealed her surprise for Kumagawa. Her body was the first to drop downwards, with her skirt slightly delayed in its descent. It was a slow enough process for all present to catch a glimpse of her rear end. Her completely exposed, b.a.r.e, bereft of p.a.n.t.i.e.s, rear.

"Ta-da~!" she cheered as she landed.

Kumagawa clapped his hands together as tears poured from his eyes. [Another brilliant insight you have provided me Himiko-chan! By wearing a skirt but without p.a.n.t.i.e.s, you are able to maintain decency in public, yet still allow for exposure through an accident! And if anyone says otherwise, you can just claim all your u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r were dirty! Genius!]

"Oh god, someone's enabling him..." grumbled Jirou from her spot next to a trash bin.

"Attention all women; RUN." added Sukinasaki.

"So jealous!" Kaminari cried as he bit his lip.

"W-w-what do you think you're doing?!" stuttered Midoriya.

"T-there are boys here!" shouted Uraraka.

"Whoah! Man Midoriya, you are totally jacked!" exclaimed Kirishima upon noticing the green-haired teen.

"So the p.a.n.t.i.e.s Ashido-san has belong to Toga-san?" Akune wondered aloud.

"Nope~!" chirped the blonde girl. "I wasn't wearing any to begin with~!"

"You just can't write this..." Jirou muttered as she began to recover.