The grapes of lust

You put a certain number of teenage boys together in a dorm, you know what you're going to get.

"You ever tried the hand trick?" asked Kirishima.

Bakugo dissimulated his interest, looking elsewhere with his usual angry scowl. Deku looked embarrassed but didn't object. Todoroki didn't flinch.

"It's when you sit on your hand to make it asleep," explained the boy, "so you can't feel it and when you use it, you know, it's like it's someone else's."

"What the fuck." spat Bakugo. "It's still a man's."

The other scoffed. "Well, you got any better ideas?"

"Just find yourself a girlfriend." suggested Todoroki.

"Yeah, maybe that'd be easy for you, pretty boy!," exclaimed Kirishima. "And what's so funny, Mineta?"

Mineta was, indeed, chuckling among himself. "I get to use a better way!" he said, smugly. Everyone else looked very sceptical.

"Think about it," he said, grinning, "what's soft, and squishy, and always at my disposal?"

The others' eyes widened as they shifted from his face to his ball-like, sticky hair.

"Gotta go to bed, goodnight!" practically screamed Deku, rushing into his room.

"Ehi, Deku, you're not eating the grapes?"

The boy was shaken from the train of thought he was lost in. Around him, the cafeteria went on as usual, noisy, lively. Unaware.

"No, Ochaco, you can have them." he manged to say, with a hoarse, pained voice. "I think I'll go get an apple."