EXTRA - Truth Or Dare

To clarify, Ascension is over. This is an extra, side story that isn't part of the main plot, nor affects the main plot in any way. Thank you for reading :)

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Halloween.

Y/N had never really celebrated it before. He'd never had the time, what with Ascension, then living by himself, then Bluelock. Always, he'd been by himself, maybe buying a few orange and black themed sweets, more often doing nothing.

So when he'd received an invitation from none other than Reo Mikage, inviting him and the majority of the Bluelock facility to a Halloween party just outside of the city, he'd been... surprised. And confused. The only requirement had been to wear some sort of costume - and while that should've been simple, it had taken him hours trawling online to find something to buy.

Nothing had seemed right. Costumes were either too weird, not scary at all, or horribly uncomfortable. And so...

Y/N raised a hand to his mouth, touching the fake fangs sticking out over his bottom teeth, and winced.

He'd ended up with fake vampire fangs, a capsule of fake blood bitten between his teeth that ran out over his lips, a delicate masquerade mask over his eyes and nose, and a black and red suit he'd borrowed from Sae that was, surprise!, the perfect size for him.

And as bad as he thought it looked, when he entered through the front door of the Mikage mansion a half hour late, nobody shared the same opinion.

"Y/N?!"

"Wha-" Y/N barely had time to close the door behind him before a heavy weight collided with him, shoving him back into the door.

Bachira Meguru's voice rang out happily in his ear. "It is you!" He laughed, letting go of him quickly. "I'm glad I didn't just tackle some random guy."

Y/N grinned. "I'm glad you didn't, too. But..." His smile dropped slightly as he looked the boy up and down. "What are you wearing?"

Bachira was head to toe not in black or red or orange like one might've expected at a Halloween party, but instead, he was clothed in thick bright green felt. A high green felt hat, with a buckle on the front was nearly falling off his hair, and his green suit and white shirt looked like no monster Y/N had ever seen. Yet, he grinned wide.

"You like it?" Sweeping his hat off his hair, and bowing low, he looked up at Y/N. "I'm a leprechaun!"

"Leprechaun...?" Y/N blinked. "What's that?"

"Like some uh... European monster. They steal gold."

"Oh, really?" Y/N looked him up and down a second time. "That's... wow. They steal gold wearing bright green?"

"Yup!"

"Bold fashion choice," He commented with a laugh. "I'm surprised you even know about European monsters."

"I don't!" Bachira brightly replied. "But Reo told me it would be really scary! Imagine it... you're sleeping, then a bright green short man leaps from under your bed, reaches inside your mouth to yoink your gold teeth, and disappears into the night."

He shivered. Y/N stared blankly at him. "I thought Reo said this was a no alcohol party."

"He only said that to people's parents." Bachira said. "There's a lot here if you ask."

"Have you asked?"

"Yup. But Reo said only I'm not allowed to drink. Dunno why..."

"Yeah." Y/N looked at his childish pout. "Can't imagine why."

"Hey!"

A new voice. Y/N went on his tippy toes, looking over Bachira's shoulder to spot who it was.

And then his entire face flushed, so bright red that he was glad he was partly hidden behind the masquerade mask. Y/N cleared his throat, ignored the instant increase in his heart rate, and did his best to not stare.

Chigiri stood there, wearing something Y/N would have never thought him to wear. The colour black.

Where Bachira was dressed in green, Chigiri wore black. Skinny black jeans, black sneakers, a button up over some old fashioned frilly shirt, and a tall, pointed hat on his pink hair. A dark cloak hung from his shoulders, all the way down to his feet. Both pink eyes widened, seeing Y/N, and he immediately stepped around Bachira. "Y/N? That you?"

"Y-yeah." Y/N managed. "You're a witch?"

Chigiri groaned. "Wizard. Everyone keeps thinking I'm a witch."

"Wizard." Y/N corrected himself. "You look good. Really good."

"Yeah?" He laughed. "Thanks. I'm on a budget this year, cause I spent way too much last time. Hence, the jeans."

"They fit with everything else." Y/N truthfully replied. "Don't know how, but they do. Like some... modern wizard or something."

"Good enough for me." He threw his head back, laughing. Y/N's face heated even more as he looked over his shoulder. "Everyone's in one of the upstairs rooms. Wanna join?"

"What're you doing?" Y/N began following Chigiri anyway, Bachira alongside them as they made their way across the lobby.

Yes, lobby. Y/N hadn't paid much attention to the mansion so far, but holy hell, it was something. The lobby was decorated sparsely, with two homemade pumpkins on the floor, a few black and orange decorations, some skeleton window stickers, and a cardboard cutout of a zombie near the end. But from open doors leading into some of the other rooms, Y/N could see orange lights, decorations galore, balloons, and was that a real black cat?

"We're playing truth or dare." Chigiri called. As they approached one of the rooms, the sound of throbbing music grew louder. "It's really crowded down here, stick with me, yeah?"

"Wait, why?"

Y/N didn't have time before Chigiri was plunging into one of the dimmer lit rooms. He followed.

Turns out, it might not have just been Bluelockers. The room was filled with all sorts of people. Some were older, some were about Y/N's age, and quite a few he recognised from the Neo Egoist League. All of them wore some kind of costume. Though, in Y/N's completely unbiased opinion, none of them came close to Chigiri's.

Y/N brushed past a banana man, a woman in a monkey costume, a dozen zombies, a man dressed in nothing but a loincloth, Donald Trump, three power rangers, and a Grim Reaper before he finally reached the stairs in the corner of the room. The music roared loud. The people shifted, an ever changing crowd. Y/N, being shorter than the majority of people's shoulders, barely managed to avoid being squished under one of the many zombies' flailing arms.

Chigiri ducked right under some warning tape straight out of an apocalypse movie, glancing across at Y/N to make sure he was still with him. Y/N ducked under too, heading up the stairs after him. Bachira came behind him.

They emerged into a much, much calmer room.

Brighter lighting, no music except what was coming from downstairs, and fewer decorations. A set of skeleton-themed candles sat on a low wooden table, a few balloons were scattered around the room, and the cupboards and fridge in the corner of the room were plastered with halloween stickers.

A group of boys sat around the wooden table. As he entered behind Chigiri, Y/N could see Rin... Isagi... Reo... Nagi... Barou... Hiori... Karasu... Kurona... and a lot more. Loki? Cavazos? I didn't realise they stayed in Japan. Everyone wore some kind of costume, not all of them Halloween related.

Eyes turned to the trio that had just come in. The room quietened slightly. Y/N fidgeted, one hand behind his back, the other one tapping away at his thigh. "Uh... hi?"

A chorus of 'hellos' came back. Reo shuffled to one side, tapping the spot on the floor between himself and Nagi. Without saying anything aloud, he winked at Y/N and crooked a finger.

Y/N stared. Then, as Chigiri and Bachira went to join the circle, Y/N plonked himself right down next to Reo.

Reo was dressed to the nines in a fancy outfit. An expensive shirt and suit that looked like it cost more than Y/N's entire wardrobe, professionally done face paint that gave him dark shadowed eyes, and a mad scientist's goggles sitting on his forehead. The outfit was perfect and terrible at the same time - making it coincidentally an amazing outfit for what Y/N thought a real mad scientist would wear.

On the other side of him, Nagi had gone a very different route. He wore white cat's ears nestled into his longish hair, a simple grey button up, and a black choker with a simple metal charm hanging from it. As soon as Y/N sat down, he slumped onto Y/N's side, clearly done with socialising.

Even as he patted Nagi's hair a few times, Y/N could feel multiple gazes trying to cut a hole through his head. He gulped. I don't look that bad, right...? I'm Halloween themed. And I don't wear a suit often...

Isagi was dressed as a zombie. Kurona wore a huge inflatable shark costume. Hiori had on a red outfit, with a staff in hand, clearly trying to be a demon even with his bright blue hair. Loki - or Julian, as Y/N called him - had painted his face in the guise of a skeleton, with a simple jumpsuit. Rin wore similar clothing to Y/N, albeit without the vampire fangs or fake blood.

So Y/N wasn't out of place. But why are they all looking at me...???

"Anyway!" Reo clapped his hands. "Continue?"

Nobody listened. The conversation grew again, and Y/N would've joined in talking with some of them, had Nagi not slung a long arm around his back. His hand rested on Y/N's hip, head leaning against his shoulder. "Y/N..."

"What?" Y/N shifted, his face and neck on fire. "N-Nagi... can you not?"

"Not what?" His hands brushed along Y/N's side. "You look nice. So much effort..."

"Everyone's looking at me like I did something wrong?" He murmured. "Did I dress up for the wrong theme? I think vampires are Halloween-y."

"Are they?" Nagi yawned. "Eh."

"Eh."

"Eh. Who cares if..." A second yawn.

Y/N flicked his chin. "If what?"

"Blech." Nagi blinked himself awake. "I don't know if it's Halloween-y. But you look cute."

"What."

"Like a uh... like Choki."

"Who's Choki?"

"My pet."

Y/N lowered his head. "I'm being compared to your fucking pet?!"

"It's a nice pet."

Puffing out his cheeks, pretending that his heart wasn't trying to break out from between his ribs, Y/N sighed. "Yeah. Okay."

Reo had managed to wrangle some kind of control into the group. As the room quietened, he spoke loud from next to Y/N. "We're continuing with truth or dare! Clockwise, and remember, nothing illegal. Drinks are in the fridge if you want any."

He smiled. "I'll go first, yeah? Then Rin, Isagi, so on and so on." Nobody objected. "Isagi. Truth or dare?"

Isagi placed a hand on his rotting, open wound of a chest. "Me?"

"Yes." Rin sighed. "You."

"Uh..." Isagi scanned the circle of boys. Everyone waited, some patiently, others not so patiently. "Dare."

Rin blinked, like he hadn't been expecting that. "Right," He quietly said. "Uh."

Y/N frowned. He tapped Reo, and leant in to whisper in his ear. "What is Rin supposed to say now?"

"Huh?"

"What's a dare?"

Reo's clear purple eyes met his own. "Do you know how truth or dare works?"

"No..." Y/N muttered. "Never played it. But I get the general idea, I think."

Letting out a quiet laugh, Reo explained it. "So now that Isagi chose dare, Rin gets to tell him to do something. Anything, really, depending on how mean he wants to be."

"Anything?" Y/N froze.

"Anything. Like-"

"Say that I'm better than you at soccer." Rin's voice cut through their conversation. Reo facepalmed. Y/N burst out laughing. Nagi grumbled, trying to rest as Y/N's shoulders shook.

"That's what you choose?!" Bachira incredulously cried. Without fail, every boy in the room was either laughing their ass off, or looking horrified. "Guess you got lucky with the dare, Isagi. It's easy!"

And yet, Isagi seemed to have trouble with it. He kept opening his mouth, the words stopping halfway out of his lips. "Y-you. A-are. Bet- fuck, oh my god." He leant back, hands supporting him from behind, legs out in front of him. "Y-you... are... a fucking bitch, know that? What kind of dare is this?!"

"One that I wanted to ask." Rin calmly replied. Y/N toppled over backwards, on the verge of tears with how much he was laughing. Nagi slipped off his shoulder, his head hitting the thankfully carpeted floor with a thump.

"I think Isagi forgot how to speak Japanese." Across the circle, Cavasoz murmured in English. Most people just looked at him with confusion. Loki cracked a smile. Y/N wailed with laughter.

"You're better than me! Fine?!" Isagi yelled.

More laughing. Isagi's face turned bright red, and he waved his arms. "Shut up. Karasu, you're next."

Eyes turned to the purple haired boy. Karasu hummed, casually scanning the group. "Chigiri. Truth or dare?"

Chigiri grinned. He stared across the room at Karasu, a challenge in his eyes. "Which one do you think will be more interesting?"

"I've got interesting ones for both. Depends how much you want to embarrass yourself."

"Tough." He laughed. "It's my first question, let's do a little less embarrassing."

"Go truth, then."

"Yeah? Truth."

Karasu raised both hands to his spiked hair, teasing some of it back up. "Have you ever tried wearing a skirt?"

Chigiri's mouth dropped open. Y/N gulped, but continued watching from the floor. "That's the less embarrassing one?"

"Your reaction is saying a lot, darling."

The pink-haired boy coughed, covering his mouth and nose with his hands. "Oh, god."

"So?" Karasu teased.

Chigiri turned away from everyone. "Yeah. Once." His face was as pink as his hair. "Once only. My little sis wanted to test it out on me."

"Did you look good?" Karasu followed up.

"I always look good." Chigiri muttered. Then he shook his head fast, fanned at his face, and changed the subject. "Not like that's the point, anyway! Barou, go now. Your turn."

"Don't tell me what to do." The man replied. Y/N pushed himself off the floor, small frame shaking and lips spread wide with a smile. Some of the fake blood on his lips had run down his neck, drawing a bloody line down to his exposed collarbone. He didn't notice how Barou's eyes were drawn to it. "Nagi. Truth or dare?"

"Muh... huh...?" Nagi groggily replied, pretty much lying down on the floor. "Truth. Dares sound too tiring..."

Barou's face went hard. He looked serious, lips pinching together, eyes narrowed and staring, posture perfectly straight. "Who was it that made the Maid Barou fan account?"

Nagi's eyes fluttered shut. Y/N leant across, pinching at his eyelids in an attempt to try to get them open. Nagi didn't even try to stop him. "Uh... Isagi."

The room dropped by several celsius. Surprisingly calmly, Barou stood up. Isagi shuffled back, already trying to spout explanations. "W-wait, it wasn't all me."

"You organised it." Nagi's quiet voice completely sold him out.

"Nagi?!"

Barou didn't actually go for Isagi. He walked over to the cupboards in the corner of the room. Looking at Reo, he reached inside. "You bought the things I asked for?"

"Yup."

"Good." A devilish smile on his face, Barou removed something from the cupboard. He presented it to the room, extending a finger as he yelled. "Who's going next? I want you to have this!"

Cavasoz raised a tentative hand. "It's me nex-"

A plastic packaged costume flew from Barou's hand, slamming the rainbow haired player in the face. He spluttered, collapsing backwards onto the floor with a Stormtrooper's death cry. When Y/N saw what it was, though, he nearly choked on his laughs.

Barou had bought a fucking maid costume. The man took his seat at the circle. Isagi's face turned red. "No way."

"Yes. Cavasoz, dare him to wear it."

"No. Please. No."

"Do it, Cava."

"I'm begging you." Isagi pleaded. "Not here. Never. I have dignity, you know."

"Cavasoz, do it. Now."

"Wait." Isagi straightened his back. "I can just choose truth. Why am I scared?"

Cavasoz scanned the crowd. His eyes rested momentarily on Reo, on Chigiri, on Loki, on Rin. He glanced down at the maid costume in his hands. Then at Y/N. Then back down at the maid costume.

Reo's eyes widened next to Y/N. Looking across, Y/N noticed the flush on his face. "Reo?"

"Huh?"

"What's up?"

"No, nothing." Reo murmured.

Cavasoz extended a finger. The entire room stilled. Karasu, Hiori, Kurona, Isagi, Rin, Nagi, Reo, Chigiri, Bachira, Loki, Barou. Y/N hadn't noticed Yukimiya, nor Aiku or Otoya, nor Nanase, but they were there too. Every single boy watched as Cavasoz pointed right at Y/N. "Y/N! Truth or dare?"

Y/N panicked. What do I do? Truth... dare? If I choose truth, what do I have to do? He tapped Reo, and with everyone watching, anxiously spoke. "Which one should I choose? Does it matter?"

"Choose dare." Reo whispered back.

Swallowing, Y/N cleared his throat, and adjusted his mask. "Um. Dare?"

Maybe that wasn't the right choice.

Cavasoz's face morphed into such an expression of sheer, uninhibited delight, Y/N thought he'd accidentally summoned a demon. He grinned wide, exposing all his teeth. Half the boys in the room were sweating as he raised the packaged costume triumphantly in the air. "Y/N."

"Y-yeah...?" He stammered.

"I dare you to wear this costume for the rest of the night." Cheekily, he winked. Y/N had blushed more that night than he had in the past weeks, and yet again, his face erupted in red. "Bathroom is through there." He gestured to a door.

"W-wait. What?" Y/N looked confused at Reo. "Do I have to do it?"

"Yep." Reo bit his lip, trying to hold back something. "Bathroom. Leave your stuff hanging up, I'll get you a bag later to take it home in."

"What."

"It's a dare, Y/N. You chose that."

"You told me to!" He protested.

"Did I?"

"Yeah!"

Reo turned to the rest of the boys. "Did anyone hear me say that?"

Y/N's desperate eyes turned to them. All he got was grins, some pitying looks, and a whole lot of head shaking. Aghast, he shook his head. "Y'all are some terrible friends. No way you're all against me."

"Costume, Y/N." Cavasoz waved the costume. Y/N heaved a disappointed sigh, but stood up anyway. He crossed the centre of the circle, skirting around the wooden table, feeling everyone's eyes on him. Then he snatched the costume from him, spun to give as many people as possible a middle finger, and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Laughs echoed behind him.

Y/N slammed the door shut, leaning against it with a racing heart, and a flushed face. He ripped open the packet, wincing at the sound that was probably very audible to the rest of the room through the door.

It was a full on maid costume. A frilled skirt ending above his knees, white stockings, a black and white shirt covered with patterns, bows, ribbons and frills, and if that wasn't bad enough, it came with a weird hat to wear too. Y/N inspected it top to bottom. Then he dramatically turned to the mirror above the sink, placed two fingers against his temple, and pretended to pull a trigger.

When he exited the room a few minutes later, cracking the door open just a bit to poke his head out, it was to utter chaos.

The whole room was filled with laughter. A bottle of sake sat between Kurona and Nanase. Some people had swapped costumes. It looked like an ongoing question was happening right now, with Bachira performing a Tiktok dance in his leprechaun costume on the centre table.

But as Y/N came out of the bathroom as discreetly as possible, tugging down the end of the skirt as much as possible, Bachira stopped dancing. The room's collective attention turned to Y/N.

Holding his head high, vampire fangs sticking out over his bottom lip, Y/N tried to quite literally walk the embarrassment off. He took a seat, this time between Nanase and Otoya, and heaved a huge breath.

One thing - how did he sit cross legged on the floor with a skirt on?

Y/N shifted, awkwardly trying to find a position that wouldn't expose himself too much. Bachira returned to his dance, but for sure, there were less eyes on him than before. Y/N's skin was burning up.

Otoya leant towards him, a flirtatious grin on his lips. Before he could say anything, Y/N grabbed his ear in a split second, twisted it, and leant close to whisper-yell into it. "Don't say a fucking word."

Then, embarrassed under the gazes of the entire room, he went back to staring at the floor.

For everyone who wanted someone to draw this scene...

Thank you to sora_bunxy- for the art!