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-1-
Very early on in the girls’ first year at Yuuei, they all realized that they all hated Mineta with a passion. A burning passion that lit flames within their souls and would resolutely burn below the surface of their eyelids. That might be a very dramatic account of the truth, but it is the truth nonetheless. No one likes Mineta, least of all any of the girls in class 1-A. Yaoyorozu was a bit more polite about it. She had been taught early on to treat every situation with the grace of a lady and Mineta’s advances had always been no different to her. She never raised her voice like some did towards the boy’s actions. She stayed calm, voice unwaveringly soft, a juxtaposition of the turmoil held within. He made her uncomfortable. Mineta had a tendency to stick his nose in places where they didn’t belong, always with a sexual innuendo or some kind of sexual attitude towards the girls that was unacceptable to them all. It irritated them to no end, but he would never stop pushing. He would never stop trying. Ever. No situation or girl was off limits. He would attempt to take advantage of anything you gave him. Give an inch, take a mile.
The changing rooms were no different.
The girls had a system that they perfected within the first week of school. Jiro would stay to look out first, letting the rest of the girls change, then one of the girls — whoever changed quickest after class or before their hero training began — would stand guard outside of the doorways. It wasn’t the most practical arrangement for them all but it was better than the alternative of Mineta seeing things he had no right to see.
A few months later, this was no different.
Ururaka and Hagakure had finished changing out of their hero costumes first after class had finished and had begun watching the entrance into the changing rooms from the hallway. (They also learned early on that Hagakure was observant but not many observed her, Mineta when given the chance, would take easy access to what he wanted when she was in her costume if she was by herself.) The duo had been vigilantly watching the hallway in the direction of the boys’ own locker room when Ojiro had walked down the hallway and — very politely — whisked Hagakure away. Ururaka was now alone. Which wasn’t a big deal! She had floated away Mineta — and honestly other people — loads of times away from situations to de-escalate them. It was a common occurrence at UA. It wasn't that bad!
She would prefer to not be alone, but nothing could be done about that now, Hagakure had left with Ojiro. (In Ururaka’s opinion, one of the cutest couples, and she was very happy to let the other girl go for a walk with her boyfriend.) She just wished some of the other girls would hurry up to keep her company.
She continued to lean against the wall, right next to the door, blocking it from view from any of the boys leaving the other locker room. A strategic placement that seemed casual enough that none of the boys who passed seemed to think twice about it.
Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long until another girl came out of the locker room. It was Asui, one of her closest friends, which she was very happy about. Ururaka enjoyed Hagakure’s bubbly and big personality but it was always nice to witness Asui’s bluntness. The green-haired girl took place on the other side of the door, easily standing guard and acting like a sentry for the room with her friend. They easily struck up a conversation, direct and forward as ever but not uncomfortable by any means.
They had just begun to relax when it happened.
Mineta in all his short, purple glory (which was nonexistent by the way, he probably didn’t even know the textbook definition of glory, it definitely didn’t apply to him in any capacity) began walking down the hallway towards him. He was alone like he usually was, and wearing a sly, slippery smirk, once again, like he usually was.
The two girls hoped that the boy would keep walking and ignore them, praying to the universe and whatever else was up there to have mercy on their patience for once. Sadly, those prayers were either unheard or ignored because Mineta’s sights were glued on the other two young hero students. Trained on their forms like the scope of a rifle on a target. Crosshairs directly aimed at sight.
“Ladies, ladies. If I knew you were waiting for a piece of me I would have got ready faster.” The boy spoke boisterously, words slurred slightly as he confidently (confidentially to him mind you) walked up to the girls who hoped that’s all he would say. Which of course, it wasn’t. “Or asked you to help me… undress if you know what I mean.”
Ururaka wrinkled her nose at his words, and Asui tilted her head away. Both imagining ways to get Mineta away from the changing room as quickly and anticlimactically as possible. But, before they could murmur a strategically agreed upon plan between them, Mineta was standing right in front of them, evidently on a mission to the doorway Ururaka and Asui stood near as guards.
“Unfortunately, I am not free currently and have a date with another one of you, so if you would excuse me—“
The girls quickly stopped him. They stood closer together, effectively blocking the grape-headed maniac trying to infiltrate the girl’s locker room, and not for the first ice, more like the fiftieth.
Ururaka crossed her arms, looking down at the boy with an exasperated glare. Head tilted to the side like Asui’s was.
“Mineta, it has been months of us saying no to you. None of us girls like you and would prefer if you left us alone. All you do is annoy us and make us uncomfortable.”
“Uraraka is right, kero. You don’t listen to us and we wish that you did.”
Mineta looked up at them, surprised. Eyes wide and lips gaping slightly. He quickly recovered. His usual smirk overtook his face once more. He copied Ururaka’s position, except his head was tilted up. “Ladies. I understand.”
The girls’ shoulders slumped in surprise and relief at the two words they didn’t know they’d ever be able to hear.
”You all just want to play hard to get!”
The girls tensed right back up, shoulders hiked high, up by their ears. Asui had a blank look. Ururaka was close to snarling ferociously, unbeknown to most of the school’s population, the gravity girl had a short temper like Bakugou, just less violent. Her gaze stayed trapped on the stupid boy in front of her.
”Mineta, I can assure you, no girl here, like you, kero.” Asui paused, pressing a finger to her chin. “On second thought, I don’t think any girl in this school likes you, kero.”
Ururaka internally grinned at her friend’s words.
Mineta scowled. “I know that isn’t true, I’ll prove it, just let me through that door right there—“
”No!” The girls stepped closer together, shoulders brushing and effectively fully cutting off the shorter boy’s view of the changing room. He visibly deflated and pouted through his scowl.
”You guys are such teases, come on!” His voice rose in pitch, taking on a whine. Ururaka felt the urge to hit him heighten by tenfold. “I won’t even touch, I’ll just respectfully look, I promise!”
”No.” Ururaka’s voice was cold and held a dangerous edge that Mineta definitely heard but ignored and by default underestimated. “Mineta if you don’t shut the fuck up and leave right now I’ll steal glitter from Aoyama and put it all over your room. We all know glitter never leaves.”
Mineta blubbered before recovering a little, his smirk once again lightly on his face. “Oh? You’ll go into my room?” His smirk grew. “I like the sound of that… Is this your way of getting into my bed? You know Ochako you just had to —“
“Mineta you do not have the right to call me that. Leave right now or I’ll set Bakugou on you.” Hands gripped in fists, hidden by her elbows, the essence of Ururaka was stiff and unyielding.
Mineta immediately clamped up, jaw clenching shut with an audible click, before turning and promptly walking away.
The girls stood there stunned for a long moment, no noises coming from either one. They turned to each other.
”Huh, I’m surprised that it worked, kero.”
”Me too, Tsu. I guess Mineta is scared of ‘The Beast of Class 1-A.’”
Asui let out an uncharacteristic snort at Ochako’s words. The girls promptly turned back into the locker room — confident Mineta wouldn't come back — and wondered if they should be prepared to share their findings with the others. For now, they just began the mental task of understanding what the fuck just happened.
Did Bakugou really hold that much fearful power over the pervert of their class?
-2-
Yaoyorozu had always been taught to be kind and filled with grace whenever presented the opportunity, even in situations that revolved around a certain purple, the ball-headed boy in the class she was vice president of, class 1-A. Don’t get this girl wrong, she wants to punt Mineta across Ground Beta like any other girl in the class, but it would go against everything she’s been taught about violence and proper etiquette. She just wishes he would learn “how to take a chill pill” as Kaminari would put it. (She thinks she used that slang correctly, the lightning user would be proud, how exciting.)
Speaking of Ground Beta, she and the rest of the class were currently standing in a semi-circle waiting for a training exercise run by Aizawa-sensei to begin and the short stature of Mineta was currently standing a little too close to her right side. She was uncomfortable, but refused to acknowledge that and instead ignored Mineta as he seemed to be sniffing for a whiff of her perfume. It was a nice flowery scent, but the boy didn’t have to get that close just to get a small whiff of it. It was a special brand that Yaoyorozu bought, in part, because it wasn’t easily sweated off during training or any other task she had during the school days when she wasn’t relaxing.
She was getting really sick and tired of his shit. (Ignore her language, that wasn’t very lady-like or proper. Her parents would be upset at her lack of tack, but oh well, what can you do in a situation like this? Mineta was too close. Too perverted. Too disrespectful. She could go on.)
She drew the line when she felt his face — while it wasn’t touching her it was still so close she could smell his breath, he had Sushi for lunch — close to her stomach, which was left exposed due to her hero costume. The hot breath felt against her navel was unwelcome. Shifting away with a slight jolt she looked down at the boy who seemed to be frothing at the mouth, a look of pure euphoria across his face. She didn’t realize that this new perfume of hers she got would cause such a strong reaction from the boy. Her lip almost curled in disgust but she schooled her features into a polite smile of indifference.
”Mineta, could you please step away? You are making me a little” — a lot — “uncomfortable.”
The boy in question groaned and only seemed to move closer. She leaned closer and closer to her in a fashion that she did not necessarily like. She felt like she was a slab of raw meat about to be put on a pyre by a glutton.
”Mineta, I told you to stop, so please step away.”
He ignored her once more.
”Mineta.”
”Ugh,” he whined, finally reacting to the tall girl’s words and pleas, voice high pitched by an octave compared to his usual tone, inching minutely away to look up at her face (although his eyes seemed distracted by something else, which made a knotting pit form in the girl’s stomach.) “Come on, Yaoyorozu, it isn’t like I’m touching you, I’m just looking. Looking never hurt anyone.”
“Mineta,” She began again, shifting her weight to one hip, peeling away from the boy minutely. “I asked you nicely to stop. So stop. If you continue I will report you.”
”I’m not even doing anything,” Mineta’s whiny voice replied, high-pitched once more.
Yaoyorozu opened her mouth to reply but was beaten to it by another voice.
”Mineta, Momo said stop, so stop. This is harassment.”
Yaoyorozu turned to get a look at her savior. Ashido stood tall, arms crossed and weight distributed onto a hip, knees slightly bent. She looked like she was standing casually, relaxed, and bored, but Yaoyorozu knew that the other woman was exceptionally light on her feet and was in a position she could easily launch herself at Mineta from if he tried anything more. Although, it seemed Mineta didn't notice or care about this detail as Yaoyorozu did. Ashido was known for her nonsensical attitude, along with the upbeat smile she almost always had on display. She was a very expressive individual, something Momo respected about her, and Ashido was currently expressing extreme contempt towards Mineta and concern for Momo in her eyes and posture. Yaoyorozu relaxed slightly, hoping that Ashido’s reaction would put a stop to Mineta’s antics.
It seemed like that wouldn’t be the case.
”Ashido,” Mineta stated, pace perking up a bit as his eyes seemed to get tunnel vision on her. Yaoyorozu tensed right back up at the hungers look in his eyes and the urge to punt him across Ground Beta with a cannon only grew by the second. “You know, if you wanted a piece of this fine hunk that I am, all you had to do was ask.”
”Mineta.” Ashido’s voice was flat, eyes slightly narrowed as her lips twisted into a scowl, teeth-baring at the boy below. “You need new material. I heard you use that line multiple times in the past twenty hours. Also, you need to learn that no means no, so stop harassing Momo.”
Mineta huffed, a groan escaping him as he tilted away from the two girls, eyes cast up into the sky as if he was asking the universe: Why me?
“We were getting along just fine, she isn’t uncomfortable at all. I don’t know what gave you that impression. She is clearly totally at ease in my presence, see?” The boy inched closer to Yaoyorozu once more, she stiffened at his display as one of his grabby hands seemed to be aimed at her. Once more, she felt like a piece of protein. An object meant to fill someone else to fix their desires. A tool.
”Mineta, we are not ‘getting along’ as you put it, I told you to stop and I am in fact uncomfortable with this repulsive behavior of yours. So could you kindly stop?” Yaoyorozu’s voice was tight, lodging in her throat as the air she exhaled forced the syllables out. She crossed her arms, covering up the skin of her stomach from the prying eyes.
”Come on, stop playing hard to get. I know you want me, who doesn't want a piece of this.”
”Literally no one, Mineta, as I said before, go get new material.” Ashido’s voice had a dangerous edge to it, one the rarely laidback girl ever used. Most of the time on Kaminari or Sero if they got too antsy or rowdy. Momo was surprised no one else was noticing the situation but then again All Might had come in a little bit ago and he sort of just took up the whole place. It’s hard to notice anything else when you’re in the same space as the number one hero of Japan.
”Ashido,” Mineta whined. (Momo was tempted to create and then shove a rag into his mouth, his voice was annoying usually, but it hurt her ears even more when it was pitched like this.) “You’re being no fun. I’m not causing any harm.” That was a debatable statement.
”You may not be causing her physical harm, but you’re still making her uncomfortable. So stop.” Mineta began to groan again at this before Ashido leaned in a little closer, curly hair swaying and shifting in the movements. “Mineta literally stop. If you don't, I'll get Bakugou.”
Mineta’s complaining immediately and abruptly cut off. His eyes were comically wide as he froze in place. Momo would guess that he was feeling unbridled terror at the thought of Bakugou releasing his rage against the smaller boy. (Mineta, while not being the smartest in the class, was still clever and never tried anything against the girls when the explosive blonde, or any of the boys for that matter, were around. He knew he would get stopped by them.)
”Yeah that’s what I thought, bitch.” Ashido smirked down at Mineta. Teeth glinting like sharp fangs. “Now run along, Aizawa-Sensei is about to give groups. I hope you’re against me so I can kick your ass so far Hound Dog will have to find you using your locker sock.”
Mineta audibly gulped and turned before scurrying away towards safety (Kaminari, the oblivious boy never noticed that he was Mineta’s “safety net” of sorts.)
Ashido turned to Mom, placing a well-manicured hand on the other girl’s shoulder. A compassionate look of concern on her face. “Are you alright?”
”Yes, I’m quite alright Ashido, thank you for stepping in. I’m sorry you had to.” Her voice was still tight, it almost hurt to swallow when she did. She was not okay, but there was nothing to do about that now.
Ashido shook her head. “It isn’t a problem. Well, it is. Mineta I mean but not me helping a fellow girl out!”
Momo nodded. “Still, thank you.” A small, tight-lipped smile rose to her lips, they quirked up a bit before falling back to their usual relaxed position.
”Of course!” Ashido’s bright smile returned and Momo relaxed in its familiarity, another smile appearing, this one slightly bigger and more genuine in its radiance. “We girls gotta stick together! And don’t be scared to use the threat of Bakugou on that pathetic excuse of a boy. He may not show it, but he would totally help you out against Mineta. He absolutely hates Mineta and while he doesn't show it, he does respect you a hella lot.”
Momo nodded and wondered if that was true about Bakugou. Not about him hating Mineta, everyone hated Mineta and the Blonde never did need a reason to hate someone and scream obscenities at them, but the part about the supposed respect he felt towards the girl. She doubted it. She wasn’t anything special. It seemed like all she would be good for was a tool for the male gaze.
-3-
Jirou is known for her deadpan humor, sarcastic jabs, and no-nonsense attitude. While she can come off, in some ways (alright, so it may be more so like many ways), strongly, she can be quite sensitive. Not enough to be shown or seen in her body language or face, unless you really know her, but she is still incredibly sensitive. I mean, after all, with her quirk she doesn’t look “normal” and she’s used to, in some places she’s been while her parents are on tour, to getting stared at. Subtle glances at her ears that turn into pinched eyes and upturned noses. Kids look on with wide curious gazes as their parents shush them and pull them along. It’s just a fact that Jirou is sensitive.
She thought that with time this aspect of her personality would change, especially with being at a hero school of all places where plenty of quirks have distinct features and repulsive drawbacks that no one would bat an eye at. To be different is the normal at Yeuui. Everyone had their own unique quirk and personality.
Unfortunately, this was not the case, her skin didn't metaphorically harden to deflect jabbing words and she still struggled to turn a blind eye to sharp, searching gazes of judgment.
She stayed sensitive, especially when surrounded by imbeciles named Mineta. Jirou felt that with every word the boy spoke, she lost another year of her life.
Especially at this moment. This godforsaken moment where she thought she might finally lose it and be sent to some max security prison by one of the many heroes that worked in the school.
Her grip was tight against the pencil held in her hand, threatening the wood to creak and snap under the tendons’ and muscles’ power.
The boy in front of her just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. All she wanted to do was study. Study for pity’s sake! Class 1-A had a big English quiz coming up and while Jirou was decent at the language because her parents liked an absurd amount of American singers, she knew she could be better. Her parents would blast pre-quirk era music in English a lot, she never really listened to the lyrics but she did pick up some flowery language along the way. (Like poetic types of words, she researched curse words by herself, much to her parents’ amusement when she was thirteen. They all had a good laugh at her terrible, stuttered accent at the time.) And so she had quietly traveled to the library after classes ended to have some peace to study for the quiz. Present Mic’s quizzes were never a horribly hard assignments or tasks, but still, Jirou liked to be prepared. She always got distracted in the dorm, with too many noises even outside of her room and too many instruments to tinker with inside of her space, she had song lyrics constantly flowing through her brain, and if she had an instrument in sight the urge to grab it and write down all of her thoughts would be too overwhelming.
All she wanted to do was study. But, a stupid purple-headed loudmouth was not allowing that to happen. Jirou wasn’t surprised, but she still was irritated nonetheless. Mineta always stuck his nose where it didn't belong. It got old real fast.
She could feel her future quiz grade plummeting as Mineta continued to stare at her. She knew he was trying to talk to her but she was sort of (okay, more so completely) trying to ignore him. Key word trying. Every time she turned away the boy would advance, inching a little closer every time her gaze returned to the paper in front of her, English words swimming in her vision as she felt a pressure bulls behind her eyes and sinuses.
“Come on, Jirou! Loosen up, no one comes to the library anymore so it’s not like anyone would find us if we… did something.”
The girl in question nearly vomited at the innuendo. Her eyes glazed over slightly more as her heartbeat jumped up and into her throat as if it wanted to run away from this situation more than the rest of her did. Discomfort crawled and scratched over her skin, resting resolutely in the curling palms of her hands, nails biting into the soft flesh of her palm.
“Mineta,” the girl started, voice surprisingly steady compared to what she was currently feeling, brushing her bangs out of her eyes as they narrowed at the figure that had somehow ended up beside her while she was trying — and failing — to ignore him. “I’m trying to study here.”
“Oh you can keep on studying, I like a woman with a little bit of brains”— Jirou’s eyes twitched at that. Like, what is that even supposed to mean? The actual fuck? — “You really don’t have to stop. I can do all the work. I just want a little tou—“
“Mineta. I said no.” Jirou stone was sharper than a freshly cleaned knife, all shiny silver and thin-bladed. Edging dangerously, but, like it goes on with every girl, Mineta didn’t notice or care about the tone of Jirou’s voice. The evident discomfort and frustration were also overlooked by the boy. No surprise there. Mineta never listened to no, no matter how many times one of the girls muttered the word like a chanting prayer.
Mineta huffed at the other girl’s words. Eyes rolling up and away from Jirou — Thank the universe for that, Jirou thought his eyes might have been glued to her chest forever — for the first time since he wandered into her personal bubble.
“All you girls are the same. Face it, you all want this. I know you do! So stop resisting! It’s not like I’m hurting you or anything!”
“Mineta. Stop.”
There was some blessed silence (it lasted approximately twelve seconds, Jirou counted it) before Mineta opened his big fat dumb mouth again.
“Hey, think of it like this. Mid make out, right? I’d be hot if while we got it on I pulled on your ear jacks, don’t you think? You seem like you’d like it kinky.”
Jirou peered at him through lowered lashes, images flashing in her brain of what would happen to her if she strangled the boy in front of her with one of her ear jacks. As he said before, no one really came to the library, so no one would actually notice her being a murderer. (Besides Principal Nedzu. But he’d maybe let it slide. Most likely. Hopefully.) The tone is just as dangerous as before. Evidently, her patience had run out. Along with that, that ten years off of her life, but no matter, she’ll get those back through bunny cuddles with Koda’s rabbit. “If you say one more word I’ll hurt you so bad you wish I called Bakugou.”
Mineta seemed to pause at this. He blinked once. And then he blinked twice in quick succession after another moment. Eyes wide and pupils expanding (and not from excitement.) He seemed frozen in time. Eyes on Jirou but seemingly unseeing, as if he was imagining something truly revolting and terrifying. He snapped out of his weird stupor after a moment with a quick shake of his head. His eyes cast down for the second time away from Jirou’s body.
“You’re no fun. Let me know if you want some, or whatever.” His words were rushed as he scurried away as if he needed to have the last word of the disgusting conversation he started himself. Tail metaphorically tucked between his legs that tried to carry him quickly away. (Spoiler alert, it wasn’t that fast, that boy’s legs are extremely short.)
Jirou turned back to her work, grip loosening off of her pencil, it sang with relief for a moment before quieting down. Tuning back into the English lyrics playing through one of her ear jacks from her phone (she was using an old pre-quirk band her parents liked for study inspiration) she tried to get back to work. But her brain was somewhere else, all images of English banished from her mind. Mind replaying the stupid interaction she just had like a broken record on a table-turner.
Huh, so Momo was right. Well, more so Ashido was right. Mineta was truly terrified of Bakugou.
Interesting. Huh.
Jirou’s eyes were no longer watering as she bit back a chuckle, hiding it behind a small smirk. A wave of victory shooting up her spine at the outcome of the situation that just occurred, Mineta left quicker than she thought he would.
And at that moment, Bakugou was Jirou’s most favorite person in the entire building. And most likely the entire city, Jirou thought.
Smiling, she once again tried to get back to work. English letters swirly across the pages of her notebook and past assignments that she could finally turn her attention to without that stupid boy in her personal space.
The Mineta conflict, is resolutely resolved for the time being.
-4-
The Bakusquad, minus the Baku part, was very quickly in the school year known for the epic weekend parties that they threw.
They were never anything crazy.
More of a really long movie marathon with popcorn or a karaoke night. (Iida was very particular about the kind of party but he as class president rarely protested against them. Especially since Kaminari and Sero made a PowerPoint presentation on how this weekend activity would allow team bonding and good social experiences for everyone’s mental health. Their grades may have suffered the week leading up to that presentation, but they thought it was worth it in the end. A win if you will.)
Tonight was another movie night. A binge of all the Harry Potter movies. Multiple students in class 1-A had not seen them before, a real shame Kaminari had cried out when he learned that. Hence the movie night binge that was occurring. The only exceptions to having either seen all or none of the movies being Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. They had seen the last three, apparently, they were “an acceptable banquet of darkness according” to the duo. No one disagreed with that statement and had resolutely agreed.
It was late at night by the time the fourth movie began. A few students — literally only Bakugo, he didn’t really stay after the first movie, slinking halfway off during the second one, which still was a win in everyone’s hearts. He rarely even stayed for the first film during marathon nights. Unless it was horror. That was more so to laugh at everyone’s fear. — had gone to bed. Everyone had quickly found a comfortable rhythm of eating or cuddling up to whoever was nearby. Everyone was relaxed and comfortable. Happy faces all around. A sense of peace surrounding the pupils. Calmness with no calamity, was a rarity for the class. Until Mineta, as usual, ruined the moment.
“Girl on girl action? Yes! This is what I live for!”
He, of course, was referring to three girls a little ways away who were in a very comfortable-looking pile of blankets, pillows, and limbs. Hagakure, Ururaka, and Asui. They were situated on the opposite end of the couches, snuggled up on the floor.
Everything in the room, besides the movie of course, quieted down and turned to the boy who sat at Kaminari’s feet. He was leaning against the couch the lighting user was on, who was cuddled up to Sero and Kirishima.
A moment passed. Some people were shocked into silence while others were attempting to ignore the purple ball head’s words. He liked a reaction, the girls knew, and so they were trying to not give it to him. The more you gave, the more he took.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Sero’s voice broke through the stillness that had enveloped everyone in class 1-A (besides Bakugou because of his grandpa-like tendencies of going to bed at the same time every night no matter what.)
The girls across the room, tensed, internally not surprised at Mineta’s comment. Sometimes it seems like he couldn’t go five minutes without one in any of the girls’ presences or else he’d break out in rashes and hives. (Oh, how the girls truly wished that would happen. That would be a sight worth all the birthdays and holidays in the world combined. To see him all blotchy and red, scratching away at his skin worse than Shigaraki, swollen face, and extra pudge on his limbs like a balloon. Yes, that would be a well-deserved laughing spree for anyone and everyone besides Mineta.)
“Uhm, Mineta, it really isn’t cool of you to say something like that. Not only is it disrespectful, but it is also really harmful to the girls in question.” Midoriya’s timid voice spoke up next. His words were soft but strong-willed. Curly green hair bouncing to and fro in time with his eyes darting between the three girls lying on the ground and Mineta. He gnawed at his lip with his teeth. Hand curled up near his chin, not touching but hovering over the bone there.
“Yeah, what Midobro said. It isn’t manly at all, man.” Kirishima piped up next, shifting beneath Kaminari’s legs that had been thrown over his lap, uncomfortable with the growing tension in the room.
“As we keep telling you, it’s quite perverted.” One of the girls — Ashido — spoke up from where she lay near her boys. Curly hair splayed out next to Kaminar’s face on Sero’s lap. Her eyes were closed, in a casual posture of true relaxation, as if she didn’t just drop that bomb onto the males of class 1-A. The insinuation — pretty much the confirmation — that this wasn’t the first time Mineta had made some perverted, uncomfortable comment towards one or multiple of the girls in the class. Ashido cracked an eye open at the resuming of the silence from everyone. “What girls, it isn't the first time, it’s been like this from the beginning. And this comment isn’t even the worst one. The boys should have realized this by now. It’s not their fault they're dumb, but it kinda is.” Her voice trailed off a little at the end, sobering up with the growing mood of anger and disgust towards Mineta (who was seconds away from being kicked by Kaminari, it would be a direct hit to the back of his skull.)
”Dude… what the fuck?” Sero said once more, voice raising in pitch from disbelief, he shuffled a little below Kaminari and Ashido who had both managed to rest their heads in the tape user’s lap at some point during the second movie.
Some of the girls glanced at each other and shifted in their seats. Momo looked down at her hands, ashamed of what the boy had done to her, even though she knew, logically, it wasn’t her fault.
”As class president, I must say that this attitude from Mineta is truly horrific and dishonorable. It is not hero-like at all! Mineta, what do you have to say for yourself?” Iida stood tall, rage curled around his figure from where he glared at the smaller boy. Iida, while one of the more docile students, was still large and when angry could look terrifying. Broad shoulders, muscular legs, and all.
Mineta rolled his eyes, once more underestimating the growing impatience of the class against his behavior, and sighed. “It really isn’t that big of a deal. They all know I’m joking… unless they want it to be real, then I am nowhere near joking. They’re fine with it.”
“Mineta,” Jirou started, sitting up from the cacophony of pillows surrounding her as she laced next to Dark Shadow’s form and Tokoyami (Dark Shadow and Tokoyami were cuddle buddies during movies, no one commented on it, Ashido had taken photos of the adorable duo multiple times.) “We tell you to stop all of the time. We don’t like it. No one here likes you, so stop.”
Mineta whined. “No, you don’t, you just joke around with me, or play hard to get.”
”No we don’t, kero.”
”I truly don’t know where you got that impression, Mineta, but your actions towards us women in Class 1-A are disrespectful towards us and our autonomy. We tell you, no, and you just keep on trying. It is a violation of our approving or denying of your advances.”
Everyone was silent for a moment as Momo’s words seemed to sink in.
The boys turned towards Mineta, Kirishima seemed to be hardened slightly and Kaminari looked about to pop a fuse. Midoriya was wringing his crooked fingers again, glancing between Ururaka and Mineta. All the boys were on edge, angry.
Mineta huffed once more. “I don’t get why you’re making such a big deal about it. It really isn’t that serious.”
”It is,” Korda spoke up — surprising everyone — the animal whisperer was notorious for never speaking and mostly using signs. (Many in the class had begun learning it, mostly to understand the boy, but also because it was useful in the field for hero work.) “It really is that serious.”
Mineta’s frustrations grew, much to the chagrin of the rest of the class. “Come on, it’s all fun and games. Besides don’t tell me you guys don’t find three girls all pressed up against each other insanely ho—“
”Mineta if you keep talking I will get Bakugou so fast, and you know how he is when you interrupt his sleep. Your punishment would be worse.”
The purple-headed freak, shut up at that, teeth audibly clicking against each other. “Fine, you’re all no fun and can’t take a joke.” With those parting words, Mineta left looking smug, as if his words had an effect besides incredulous anger and flabbergasting.
The girls promptly tried their hardest to get the boys focused back on the movie, ignoring their inquiries of why they would need Bakugou, and away from Mineta and his attitude.
-5-
Hagakure, for all intents and purposes, was stealthy. She saw a lot and knew a lot. Not too many people realized that she was there. While it irritated her to no end and many times she made herself seem bigger than she actually was (with loud words and bright colors) she understood where many people were coming from. A rough amount of the class was good at picking up on where she was and even knew how to look her in the eye, something she was ecstatic about because no one had done that prior to her joining class 1-A, not even her family, they always tried. Eyes searching the expanse before them and oftentimes landing on Hagakure’s forehead or nose. Once again, not that she blamed them.
The only one who never tried to ever make eye contact with her though, was Mineta. His eyes always stayed trained on her clothing, especially the upper half. It made her skin crawl as if she had worms in her veins, an unpleasant feeling that she would much prefer she never felt. He irked her, as he did with every other girl in 1-A, she wasn’t special.
“So how does your invisibility actually work?”
That was Mineta, surprisingly, although he was months late with the inquiry. Hagakure had explained how it worked during the first week of school when prompted before class by Midoriya one day. Who had quickly gone on a muted muttering tangent and scribbled away in his notebook, coming back with ideas for Hagakure to figure out how to make herself visible when prompted. She had politely accepted them and slipped them to the bottom of a drawback at her household; they had transferred over to her dorm’s desk when she moved in as well. Still untouched. The thought was appreciated though.
Hagakure opened her mouth with an intake of breath, ready to quickly explain how the quirk worked without taking up too much time. The two students were currently on the stairwell that led to the front of the school building, the class had just finished and Hagakure wanted to take a nap before dinner.
“I mean I’m sure you’re hot even though I can’t see you. Honestly, I can tell you have big tits and that’s all that matters.”
Hagakure’s mouth clicked shut, molars sliding against each other, screeching out in defiance of the action.
“Oh come on, you know I’m right, I mean they are a part of your body. I bet they’re so big. They’re so distracting during class and stuff, I mean, I’m not complaining, but like wow.”
”Oh.”
”I mean the things I’d do to your tits, I’m sure they’d feel so goo—“
”Mineta, stop. You’re being a perv. I don’t like it and I’d like to be on my way. I’m going back to my room.”
”Is that an invite?” The boy wiggled his eyebrows in a way that he must’ve thought looked extremely seductive, but he just looked like a wrinkly worm. At least in Hagakure’s humble opinion. “I mean I won’t say no to that, if that’s what you’re asking.”
”It’s not, Mineta. You know this by now, by the amount of times I’ve shot down your pathetic advances, that I am not interested. And no girl in this school is interested. You’re weird, in a perverted sadistic way, and you never listen to us when we say no. You don't respect us, you never have, and you lost our respect. So goodbye.”
Hagakure quickly parted and began moving past Mineta, ignoring the hand that seemed to ghost below her waist, as she strived to leave this conversation. She could feel wrinkles forming, for once in her life (well not once, in reality) she was grateful to be invisible since no one would see them or the twisted expression currently marring her features.
”oh come on, Hagakure, are you sure you’re just not scared I’ll rock your world.”
Hagakure’s feet stopped, foot splayed out to the step below, she was almost to the front doors by the time Mineta’s teasing words (that she was so ready to punt him for but that wouldn’t be very herolike of her) reached her ears.
”Mineta,” she spoke, slowly turning to the boy, hand gripping the stair’s railing with white knuckles. “If you do not let me leave this building without another remark or advance, that I will shut down again, like I have the past hundreds of times, I will send Bakugo after you and have him ‘rock your world’ but I’m sure it’ll be in a way you don't particularly like.”
Mineta’s eyes seemed to bulge out of his sockets in his shock, Hagakure wished she had her phone out to snap a photo and send it to the class 1-A group chat that had everyone but Mineta in it. But alas, you win some, you lose some.
She continued to watch him as he seemed to be coming to a conclusion of sorts about what to do in the predicament. (A predicament he gave himself, mind you.)
”Fine,” Mineta finally huffed, crossing his arms across his chest in a way that made him look like an angry and depressed chipmunk. “If you’re going to be like that, fine by me or whatever. You girls are no fun.”
”You have ten seconds to get out of my sight before I get Bakugou.” Hagakure’s voice sounded like the sharp talons of a hawk snatching up its next meal.
The shorter boy just stood there, a surprised expression once more washing over his features.
”One,” She began counting when it seemed like Mineta wasn’t actually going to make an exit at this time.
He immediately yelped and scrabbled past the girl, arm “accidentally” brushing up against her waist once more. She stiffened and gritted her teeth.
Fucking shit, she hated Mineta with a passion.
Thank the gods for Bakugou, not that Hagakure would ever thank him for the service he unknowingly provided all of the girls in class 1-A.
-6-
Mornings were always a quiet affair. Even the people who were the most energetic when the sun just rose knew to keep it down a bit for the others who were night owls or were something in between. A few people — Bakugou, Todoroki, and Iida mostly — woke up earlier than most to get the day started. As the others began trickling in, mostly from Iida’s incessant knocking for breakfast, the bubble of calm usually began to waver through small passing conversations, mostly composed of greetings and talks of plans for after the school day.
This day was no different. First Bakugou left for his run, and Todoroki came to the kitchen to begin heating up tea for himself and Yaoyorozu, Iida would go outside with some type of drink and call his brother, and then the rest would enter the kitchen and public space of the first floor in waves. Usually in groups of two or three, excluding the Bakusquad who would come sporadically (Kaminari and Sero enjoyed their sleep a little too much and usually woke up to Bakugou's fiery words and banging against their steel-lined doors twenty minutes before class would start. If they were lucky, Kirishima would try to wake them up earlier in the morning to better success, saving them from Bakugou’s method.)
Ururaka and Asui came in together after the usual early morning risers, then Tokoyami, Koda, Ojiro, and Shoji. After them were usually Jirou, Sato, and Aoyama. Ashido or some of the other boys would stumble in after.
In this case, after Ashido, came Mineta.
He was usually pretty quiet in the morning. Still bleary-eyed and more focused on getting a pick-me-up drink than staring at one of the girls’ chests. (Something he somehow manages to do without the boys catching on, the girls never mention Mineta’s tendency to stare so there is no blame for the others not butting in. Truthfully, the girls thought it would be best to not have any of the boys involved. They thought it would cause more problems. They’ve had a hard enough year already.) Mineta mostly ignored everyone in the morning. A fact many of the girls were very thankful for.
On this particular morning though, the shorter boy had decided to not be quiet at all, instead scuttling and clattering kitchen utensils all around as others silently prepared their own breakfast (besides the Bakusquad in the common room, they were waiting for Bakugou who had made it his mission to make sure they were all eating healthier — “I’M NOT GOING AGAINST ANY OF YOU IF YOU’RE ALL SO DAMN WEAK ALL THE TIME. YOU’RE HEROS IN TRAINING, FUCKIN’ ACT LIKE IT, EXTRAS!” — His words, verbatim once the dorms were implemented.)
Ashido, as all the girls usually did, ignored him as he slunk around the kitchen spacing that was seeming smaller than usual in the boy’s presence. All she wanted was to make a fancy lemon water mixture, she heard it was good for your skin, and continue to cuddle up against Kirishima on the couch while waiting for Bakugou’s return and eventual meal he’d ‘begrudgingly’ make for the rest of the squad. The boy naturally ran warm, not as warm as Bakugou, but the explosive boy hadn’t let anyone near enough to him to cuddle. Ashido found this fact extremely unfortunate, but don’t worry, she had plans in the making on how to rectify that.
She was just minding her business, yes, many times in the day she was loud, but quiet time was a sacred affair to many of the bleary-eyed members of class 1-A. Believe it or not, she could be quiet. Not as silent as Shoji or Hagakure during stealth training, but enough to get by when the situation called for it, like the mornings. As she quickly and mutely clinked ice into her glass, a wooden cutting board set out with a knife and the ingredients she needed for her recipe. She felt Mineta leer closer into her personal bubble. She paused.
”Can I help you, Mineta?”
He didn’t respond right away, instead, his gaze lowered and roamed the girl’s figure. His right pointer finger against his chin, brows furrowed, and head cocked as the girl was examined by him. She shifted her weight, redistributed between her legs as she swayed a bit away from him, trying to ignore his tendency to stare pointedly at her.
”Mineta?”
”You know,” the boy began. Ashido was immediately hit with a wave of regret for giving him any acknowledgment for the morning; she just wanted her fancy lemon-strawberry ice water. Seemed like that wouldn’t happen any time soon, much to the girl’s chagrin. Her grip tightened against the glass in her hand, contemplating grabbing the knife sitting innocently by her right hand. “Whatever your diet changed into, it is really making a difference.”
There was a pause, and Mineta bit his lip. Ashido silently prayed and hoped this was what he would end his comment at, unfortunately whatever ruled the weather and evolution was not in her favor today because he didn’t stop there, he only took a breath and continued talking.
”Like, you were fit before, right? But now whatever you’re eating is going to all the right places.”
Ashido set down her glass, an audible thud reverberating around the space, she was vaguely aware of everyone stopping what they were doing and looking at the debacle in front of them. The girl was surprised the glass didn’t break with the force.
”Mineta if you don’t shut the fuck up—“
”Geez, Ashido, I’m giving you a compliment, didn’t know you were so self-centered no one could compliment you!”
”Excuse me?” Mina’s voice rose in pitch, eyes wide, black sclera shining in the bright lights from the ceiling as she faced the boy. Eyebrows lowered a bit and she looked at him. He looked angry. She was about to throw him through the window, when she felt her fingers twitch once more. “That didn’t sound like a fucking compliment, that was objectifying and, frankly, quite objectifying.”
She heard a muffled curse behind her from one of the onlookers (she thought it might’ve been Todoroki and Momo, their tea time did end soon. Ashido, while definitely not being the most innocent of everyone in the class, was not known for excessive cursing.) She could care less though, her razor sharp gaze was on the stupid boy in front of her. Turning away from the counter she faced him, arms crossing over her dress shirt and tie from the school uniform.
”I mean,” Mineta began again. “You’re filling out your uniform really well and your skirt seems shorter. I thought you’d want that compliment.”
”Mineta, I am quite literally just growing taller and building muscle, there was no need for you, especially you out of everyone in this damn building, to say something about it. Especially not in the way that you were saying it not in a nice way but with sexual innuendo—“
”If you were thinking of it sexually then you were, doesn’t mean I meant it that way,” the boy huffed, trying to defend himself. He glanced away from her, visage still curling with annoyance.
Ashido let out a humorless scoff at his words. “Yeah, because nothing you do is sexual, my ass.”
”I mean I like your ass—“
”Finish that sentence I dare you.”
Silence issued once more, the class eerily silent behind the duo fighting. They were being loud, she knew, but the girl couldn’t help it. Morning silence be damned. Ashido could feel her breath speeding up, chest heaving, and she could feel Mineta’s eyes moving and then focusing on this detail. Ashido snapped, her already loud voice raising even more.
”Mineta stop looking at my fucking boobs or so help me I will set Bakugou off on you so fast—“
“What the fuck does that mean?” A new voice cut in. The fight had reached a deccable where no one could hear Bakugou’s stomping entrance. He was wearing his usual running gear, slick with sweat and an orange water bottle in hand. Eyes piercing as he gazed at the scene in front of him.
Ashido cursed under her breath, glancing across all of the faces of class 1-A. Oh, Sero and Kaminari were here now, nice. She turned away from the shorter boy in front of her (and honestly the rest of the class, the embarrassment of her losing her cool was setting in.) “Nothing, Blasty, go shower.” She proved her point with a resolute chop of a lemon against the cutting board. The sound reverberated worse than the silence between everyone.
”No, don’t tell me what to fuckin’ do, Horns. What the fuck is going on?”
”Nothing.”
”That’s a lie!”
Mina whipped around to face the culprit. It was Kirishima. Stupidly sweet snitch.
”Bakubro, Mineta was being weird to Mina and not stopping when she told her too. And it made her uncomfortable and—”
”Ei, be quiet.” Ashido’s voice was quiet, everyone held their respective breaths, Kirishima’s jaw clenched shut as if commanded (in a way he was). Rarely was she ever so quiet. Tension lined her muscles, shoulders hiked up as she continued to make her drink. (She had lost the desire to drink it now but Mina wasn’t a quitter.) SHe stabbed down into the lemon once more, the shock feeling nice as it tingled up her arm, singing a harmony with her anger and soothing it.
”Oh.” That was Bakugou and his tone was low, a seething rage held inside as if it needed to be handled delicately or it would fall apart. Ashido vaguely heard Midoriya squeak out a ‘kachaan!” Before hiding behind the notebook he always had clutched in his grip. “Is that so?” A beat. Bakugou turned to a frozen Mineta. “Tell me, punk, what did you say?”
”Nothing serious, Ashido is just being dramatic.”
Bakugou scoffed at that, eyes rolling up to the ceiling before settling back on the other boy, he stepped closer and even with all of the space between the two he still seemed to loom over the other boy’s short stature. “Racoon Eyes isn't dramatic like that. So tell me, what did you say?”
No one spoke.
”He was talking about how good she looked and how the food she had been eating recently went to ‘all the right places.’ But he said it in a way that was apparently sexual and therefore not okay.”
”Half And Half, I wasn’t talking to you.” Bakugou took another step forward. “Grape Boy, what did you fucking say?”
”What Todoroki said! What he said! But I didn’t make Ashido uncomfortable I swear, we were just playing around and—”
Mineta immediately shut up as Bakugou seemed to appear in front of him, towering over him, broad shoulders and all. A whimper fell past the shorter boy’s lips, Bakugou smirked and cocked his head at that.
Somehow, before anyone could really register that it happened, Mineta ended up outside. A hole in the window, haloed by shattered glass, left in his wake. Bakugou stood for a second before calmly walking back out the front door (He hadn’t even taken his shoes off before and Ashido had the inkling he would have put them back on if he had taken them off just to let Mineta sit in shards and shame a little longer.)
Everyone seemed to snap back out of their silent stupor and all pointedly ignored the screaming outside. Kirishima came up to Ashido, shoulders brushing as she continued to make her drink, shoulders slumped slightly.
By the time class began, the girl had her belly full of the best western styled pancakes and the two boys — Bakugou and Mineta — were not in sight.
As it turned out, Aizawa-Sensei didn’t take too kindly to what had occurred (Mineta was sneaky and never did things around him, but the teacher had known and was only looking for something to confirm his suspicions. Bakugou gladly provided it.) It was announced in the homeroom that same day that Mineta was being suspended (after a day-long stay with Recovery Girl.) and Shinso Hitoshi, who had been preparing to transfer anyways from General Studies into Heroics, was taking the purple headed idiot’s place.
Bakugo got two days house arrest (although it was barely that, he was still allowed to do school and after school go training in the on campus facilities.)
The girls had never been more thankful for Bakugou and Aizawa-Sensei as much as they had that day.
Iida let the Bakusquad throw a party that evening, even though it was a school night.