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The sun is in full force today as Class 1A goes about their hero training in Ground Beta. It makes every last one of them sweaty and irritable, and nobody makes worse decisions than sweaty and irritable teenagers on a literal battleground.
One of them, in fact, makes the worst decision of his very short life.
“Hey, Yaomomo,” Mineta says as he dares to stand in an angel’s presence. “With the opening in your costume, do your—” the immediate crack of everyone’s heads snapping up drowns out the word “—still get sweaty, or are they nice and cool?”
Midoriya, tired of being nice, ready to go apeshit, looks up at the burning sun. Then he looks back down at the gross grape-shaped excuse for a human being, and makes his own decision.
In only a few strides, Midoriya activates Full Cowling and kicks Mineta right into the sun.
Aizawa, from the sidelines, makes no move to stop it. He simply watches the screaming purple dot disappear into the sky, one hand held over his eyes for shade. He’s out of eye drops and definitely not wasting what little moisture he has on this. It’s not a bad development, though. Afterall, UA’s student death forms are much shorter than the expulsion ones.
“Back to work.”
“Yes, sensei!”