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“What do your balls feel like?”
It’s not just Mineta who spits out their drink when Nejire says that, seconds after stepping into the class 1-A dorms.
“I don’t believe that is appropriate behavior of our senpai!” Iida gasps, trying to retain a sense of composure. “Do not answer her question, Mineta!”
“I bet Mineta has the hairiest balls,” Kaminari says from the other side of the room, earning him an unseen slap from Hagakure. “Ouch, hey!”
“Wait, do you think Mineta’s pubes are like his hair? Or are they normal?” Sero muses out loud.
Kirishima jumps in, as well. “Wait, what about Todoroki? Do you think his pubes look like his hair? And then of course Shiozaki from class B, and-”
“That’s enough,” Momo shouts, begging more than she is instructing them. “Please, we don’t need to talk about anyone’s pubic hairs.”
“Why are you all talking about pubic hair?” Nejire asks, head cocked to the side. “I just wanted to know if Mineta’s balls are squishy or soft. But Togata says I need to stop touching people’s heads without permission.”
A wave of realization settles over the class, and they realize their mistake. All throughout the situation, Mineta just stands there, waiting for an opportunity to bring the conversation back to his other balls, hoping maybe Nejire would get curious about those, too.
“They’re kind of sticky,” Mina says, remembering the time that she stepped on one during training. She doesn’t even remember why her shoes were off, but they definitely did nothing to aid her that day. “Like when gum gets caught in your hair, but slimier.”
“Sounds gross,” Nejire sighs. “I was hoping they were fluffier.”
“Why the hell would they be fluffy?” Bakugou shouts at her, but Nejire just ignores his yelling.
The conversation ends shortly after that, everyone deciding they wanted to talk about literally anything else but sticky, slimy balls. Nejire feigns attention throughout class A’s arguments over who has the better quirk. It seems like this isn’t the first time they had this argument.
Mineta retires to his room early, and Nejire is quick to stand, following him up. When they reach the boy’s room, she doesn’t ask as she just follows him inside.
“Normally I wouldn’t be mad about a girl being in my room, but what are you doing?” he asks her, climbing into his bed and watching his upper classman.
Nejire walks around the room, fingers grazing over anything she can touch. “I just wanted to see what’s in here,” she admits. “I bet your room is the coolest one in the school.”
Mineta scoffs, but in a very self-indulgent way. “Yeah, but nobody else seems to understand my sophisticated style.”
Nejire nods as she plays with some of the random trinkets on his desk. “I’d like to know more about what you have.”
“Yeah, well that’s a limited-edition first-generation Midnight costume figure. Only one hundred of those were made. I had to buy mine off some creepy guy on the internet,” Mineta explains, falling deep into his description of his adventures to get that item.
“Can I touch your balls now?” Nejire asks, and Mineta realizes that must be why she’s here.
“Fine,” he says, leaning his head forward. But when a hand makes a quick grab at his crotch, he startles, looking up to see Nejire giggling brightly, heading out but stopping at the door to wave.
“I have to go do homework, but maybe tomorrow you can show me more of your collection!”