The heaviness I hold in my heart // open+game // belongs to gravity

In all honesty, Izuku didn't actually know a lot about the games his clanmates would play. They were all so -- western. Some were similar to the games he'd played at home, of course, but there was always a little twist, or a little spin different. Not that Izuku knew a lot of the party games that had been played even at home anyways, considering how much of an outsider he'd been. (he's still kind of shocked by how easily he's been accepted into groups like these -- just a few weeks and he was already a regular, accepted member)
In any case -- Izuku does know the basics of the games mentioned, at least. He'd looked into some games while he'd still been in his old group, just in case, and it appears it'd payed off. Izuku had returned to camp to escape from the cold for the moment, because his paws were completely numb. And then he'd heard Jacob speak, and it appears that he'd returned just in time.
"Y-yeah, truth or dare sounds good!" Izuku chirps, his tail waving behind him as he approaches the group, glancing between Killua and Jacob somewhat nervously. It seemed Jacob was everywhere these days -- maybe Izuku should look into hosting some minor events later? Just showing up everywhere didn't feel a lot like contributing. He didn't have any ideas, though, and now wasn't the ideal time to brainstorm. So with this, Izuku fetched himself a hot chocolate and curled up, somewhat stiffly, on a nearby pillow.

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