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Everybody in class 1-A was gathering their belongings and preparing to leave behind the warmth that the kindly sun cast upon the green lawn of the UA dorms - until a siren rang out. It was shrill, and so abrupt that it cut through the air to halt any conversations that lingered amongst the students. Soon after that, one became many, and before anyone could take another step, three black cars materialized and screeched to a stop at the nearby sidewalk.
Murmurs of “What’s going on?” echoed about the students as they stared ahead. A couple of them inched forward to see if they could recognize the drivers, but they remained anonymous behind the cars’ darkened windows. As Deku stood pondering alongside his classmates, he thought he remembered seeing similarly marked cars on the news recently, but he couldn’t quite recall the details of the story.
Only a second later, six people emerged from the three cars. They all donned nearly identical uniforms - belted green bottoms, navy blue tops, and caps that each adorned a small but brightly colored bear pin. The six of them quickly aligned and marched forward side-by-side.
“Oh, I’ve heard of these guys before…” Deku started. “They’re the--!”
“Special Task Force!” announced the captain, a taller woman at the center of the group. Each of the other members nodded with her statement, rigid in their stances and keen in their expressions as they seemed to scan the crowd for a particular face.
“We are here for Minoru Mineta,” another Force member asserted.
There were no gasps at this declaration, no shocked exchanges, but rather, silence as the entire class turned in unison to stare at the person whose name had just been called. Mineta had shuffled as far away from the group as he could by this point, practically hugging the exterior brick wall as he held this look of indignation.
“Why me? I haven’t done anything!” he challenged, crossing his arms.
“Well, that’s just plain not true!”
This time the entire class turned the opposite direction, searching for whoever spoke those last words - only to see Mirio emerge from one of the cars.
“Mirio…?” Deku whispered as some of the other students murmured amongst themselves.
Mirio didn’t answer, and instead stepped forward alongside the Task Force members.
“That’s right. The school has received at least twelve reports against you for sexual harassment, and at least three for sexual assault,” Mirio stated. He continued towards Mineta, as did the Task Force members, and the other students parted as if eager to carve a path for them.
“Not only that, but you sexually harassed Eri just the other week. A seven-year-old girl you harassed, Mineta.” As Mirio drew closer, Mineta seemed to shrink in his position against the wall, despite his attempts to remain nonchalant.
“Now, I don’t know if you think sexual assault is a joke, or if you think it’s okay because you’re a talentless little grape stain who has the personality of an obnoxious mosquito, but whatever the case may be, it’s not okay. It’s never okay. And YOU’RE not okay, Mineta.”
By this point, Mirio loomed over Mineta, his shadow covering the grape entirely in his position against the wall, his typical jovial voice having nearly fallen to a growl.
“Hey, y-you can’t--!”
“Can’t what? Arrest you? Because I assure you, the Task Force here very much can and intends to do so. And you can leave UA, and abandon your starry-eyed hero dreams, and go sit in your cell and ask yourself why you chose to be this shameless, disgusting predator. And UA can rejoice, because you’re finally gone.”
Mineta appeared simultaneously infuriated and mortified at these words. He peered up at Mirio with his face shriveled in exasperation and reached up towards his hair - and that’s when the Task Force moved in. Before Mineta could lay a finger on a single quirk-laden hair of his, the captain of the Force surged forward, spun him around, and swiftly cuffed him to render him powerless.
“Minoru Mineta, you are under arrest for, among other things, twelve counts of sexual harassment and three counts of sexual assault,” another Force member proclaimed.
Without hesitation the Task Force turned and began their march once more, their culprit sulking as he was forced to leave for what he mumbled were “unfair” reasons. Mirio kept his eyes on Mineta as they led him away, his scowl so sharp that Deku briefly wondered if he could still smile.
When they reached the sidewalk, three Force members worked to ensure Mineta was adequately restrained in the backseat of the first car, then returned to their respective vehicles afterwards. The Special Task Force captain gave a nod to Mirio and the remainder of the class before finally climbing into the driver’s seat of the car holding Mineta. And just like that, the cars disappeared once more - this time carrying an apprehended predator who would no longer hurt another student.
Deku looked over to Mirio once the cars were gone and noticed the deep glare that was etched into his face had somewhat fallen in this moment of relief, his stance softening as he leaned against the wall. And now, many of the other students began whispering, chattering, even smiling and embracing amidst what had just happened.
“He’s gone!”
“What he did…”
“I believe you.”
“…Is never okay.”
“He was absolutely vile.”
“But you…”
“I believe in you.”
“…You’re going to be okay.”