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“This is mean,” Izuku mutters, studying the contraption they’ve rigged in the classroom entryway. Gross, clumpy ice cream will pour down when Aizawa enters- it feels harsh.
“Deku, you’re sweet,” Uraraka says, clasping his hands tightly, near-manic look in her eyes, “But everyone else got to work at a waterpark. We. Deserve. This.”
“Hear, hear!” Mina cheers, ushering everyone to their seats. “This is justice! This is fun!”
Aizawa eventually arrives, and they’re seated too calmly. “This will be bad, won’t it?” he sighs, and the class offers no answers.
“Step into the light,” Tokoyami intones, and Aizawa steps forward.