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"Guys, is this really necessary?" Mineta asked, peeking out from between his fingers and craning his neck as much as possible to look towards his stony-faced classmates. The action caused the ropes around his neck to rub uncomfortably, dragging across his tender skin like sandpaper.
There was a long moment of silence as Class 1-A regarded him as if he were no more than a piece of chewed-up gum on the street.
"The way you’ve been acting just isn’t on, man,” Kirishima finally spoke up, nonchalant. “Anyone with a truly manly spirit would be glad to accept the consequences."
"Tch. If you ask me, the grape fucker's had it coming for a long time.” Bakugo sneered at him as he talked, clearly intending Mineta to hear what Bakugo had said ‘under his breath.’ Mineta tried to glare back at him, but his current position caused his expression to look more like a wince.
"You brought this upon yourself, Mineta-chan," croaked Asui, one finger to the side of her mouth and tilting her head as if in confusion. "If you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have acted the way you did."
"Enough talking." Aizawa's deep voice shut the class up as he moved towards where Mineta was constrained. "Have you decided who will do the honours? If not... I could do it myself.”
In Mineta’s opinion, Aizawa sounded far too excited at that prospect.
Iida stepped forwards. "We took a vote, Aizawa-sensei!" he reported. "It was decided that the student who has been put through the most at Mineta's hands should be granted this honour!" With that, he stiffly gestured an arm towards Yaoyorozu. She blushed and walked to the front to the applause of the rest of the class, receiving pats on the back and loud whoops of encouragement.
“I would like to thank everybody for giving me this opportunity,” Yaoyorozu began, the pride in her voice making her sound as if she was accepting a grand prize. “As the vice class president as well as a trusted female confidant, I have had many incidents reported to me, from within this class and from others, on top of my own experiences. I am truly honoured to be able to seek justice for everybody today.” She finished her speech with a quick bow, looking elated and basking in the deafening cheers of the class.
Mineta had no idea what she was even talking about.
"This - is - insane!" Mineta screeched. He resumed fighting as hard as he could against the ropes tying his wrists together, but only succeeded in further irritating his rope burn, drawing yet another growl of frustration from him. "Aizawa, how is this fair! I have a healthy appreciation for the ladies, just like any other teenage boy! Why is this only happening to me?!!"
"With no due respect, Mineta, your 'appreciation for the ladies' goes far beyond healthy. It also goes far beyond what is legal, and certainly beyond the rules of this school," Aizawa said without even turning to look at Mineta. "If you're ready, Yaoyorozu?"
She nodded and began to back up, a big grin on her face. Mineta wasn’t used to seeing her like that - usually when she had to interact with him she was either angry, upset, or exasperated. Now that he thought about it, that applied to all of the girls - and plenty of the boys of Class 1-A, too. Strange.
Mineta desperately turned within his bounds towards the class, searching for support. "Is no one going to stop that crazy bitch?" he screamed. "I thought we were friends! How is this happening?!"
The only one who showed any sign of remorse was Kaminari, who stayed rooted where he was but offered a shrug of sympathy, looking uncomfortable with his arms tightly crossed. "It didn't have to be this way, bro. If you'd only listened when we all tried to explain that girls are people too then I’d totally be down to chill with you any time.” Kaminari looked like he wanted to continue, but instead sighed and turned away, breaking their eye contact. “Whatever,” he murmured.
Mineta snarled and writhed but could not escape his bounds as Yaoyorozu stopped, having backed up as much as she saw fit. She began to stretch, lunging one way and then the other as Mineta continued trying to hop away - unsuccessfully.
"Wait!" a voice said from the crowd. Mineta felt a flicker of hope, watching as Uraraka wriggled her way to the front. "Momo, wait! I have an idea." She dashed over to Aizawa and they exchanged quet words. Aizawa shrugged, seemingly in approval, and Uraraka thanked him before walking over to where Mineta was trapped.
"I knew somebody in this class had some sense," he sighed in relief. He had never got the impression that Uraraka liked him very much, but clearly she was desperate not to let him go. "You can start untying me with this knot across my crotch."
"Ew, no. You really think I want to release you? Or that I’d be tricked into stroking your dick? This is why nobody likes you," Uraraka said, an unparalleled look of disgust on her face. "Frankly I'm not even happy that I have to touch you for this to work, but we all have to make sacrifices sometimes." With that, she placed a hand on either side of Mineta's head, and he felt the effects of gravity leave him. "Better do it quickly before he floats away, Momo!" she called as she sprinted back to the sidelines.
Yaoyorozu signalled with a thumbs up and Aizawa began to read from a crumpled piece of paper he had dug out of one of his many pockets. "Due to receiving a frankly ridiculous number of sexual harassment and assault complaints," Aizawa read as Yaoyorozu began her approach, "Mineta Minoru is hereby expelled from UA High School. He will now, as is custom, be forcibly removed from the premises."
Yaoyorozu advanced, gaining speed in her run-up, and the class clapped in rhythm, cheers erupting and someone even setting off a party popper. Mineta could only watch in horror as she got closer and closer, her looming figure growing larger and larger, and finally, less than a metre away from him, she drew all her power into her back leg and kicked as hard as she could.
Her foot struck Mineta right in the crown jewels and he was sent flying, eyes watering, and his weightless body launched high into the atmosphere at incomprehensible speed. Class 1-A could only hear his high-pitched scream for a second before the distance grew too large. They watched him soar over the concrete walls of UA and then the city of Musutafu. After only a few more seconds of watching the pinprick of his body grow smaller and smaller, it escaped into the clouds. The class sighed in relief. The evil was defeated.
"Have you got a fever, Uraraka-san?" Iida asked a few hours later, once the class had returned to relax in the common room. "You seem to be sweating but the air conditioning is on."
"I don't think so," she replied, arms tight around her stomach. "I've just been feeling nauseous for a bit. I don't know what brought it on." She clapped a hand across her mouth, even the act of speaking having almost set her off.
"That sounds like what happens when you overuse your quirk," Midoriya said, already starting to mutter under his breath. "But we haven't used our quirks extensively today, it's Sunday… what could it be to do with…did she eat something bad...but we’ve pretty much all been eating the same meals..." It was clear that Midoriya had checked out of the conversation.
Todoroki took his time slurping up his soba before addressing Uraraka. "Did you ever release Mineta," he asked, deadpan.
Uraraka gasped.
"Oh, I completely forgot!" she cried. She quickly pressed her fingers against each other and with a "Release!" sunk back against the couch in relief, the nausea calming instantly.
Midoriya gasped.
"That's amazing! Is that the longest time you've ever continuously used your quirk for? How long has it been - around four hours, right? What exact time is it... Is there a notable difference between continuous quirk use and repetitive quirk use? Wait, hang on - let me get my notebook…"
Iida turned to Todoroki, who was slurping more soba. He straightened an arm towards him, questioning. "Do you suppose Mineta landed somewhere safely?"
Todoroki shrugged and spoke with his mouth full. "Do you really care?"
Iida maintained eye contact with him for a few moments. Then he dropped his arm, leaned back, and refocused on the television.