He gets harassed again on his way to class.

Mineta walked through the UA corridors toward the 1-A classroom. His mind was still on the incident with the girls. He felt like kicking himself; he felt so humiliated. This was normal for him, though. He had been a loser who got picked on by girls at his old school, too. He had always been kind of inexperienced with girls and they always got so... sexual about everything.

Sex had always been an un-comfortability for Mineta. Ever since Puberty, when his... y'know started... Y'KNOW. Mineta didn't even like thinking about it to himself. He never got a growth spurt, though, which was a family trait. Unfortunately for him, some girls really like to fetishise short people, while others just loved how easy it was to make him blush.

Mineta hated it.

Still, Mineta was... he was lonely. He wanted to have a girlfriend. Not just a partner for sex but a real relationship. Mineta thought that going to UA and meeting likeminded aspiring heroes would be the answer, but it seems like he's fallen right back into the same role and he's too much of a coward to do anything about it.

Suddenly, Mineta felt himself raise from the ground and he was suddenly walking in midair. His initial thoughts were that Uraraka had caught up with him and was making him float, so she can carry him around (something he recounted her definitely trying once). However, he realised that he wasn't actually floating but was being suspended from his backpack.

Craning his head around, he saw that he was being lofted by unmistakable thorny vines.

Oh no.

"Looks like I caught a Minoru," purred Ibara Shiozaki, "It's my lucky day."

The other girls of 1-A were one thing but, ever since the Sport Festival, Ibara had been a particular girl to watch out for. She didn't just tease; she was a genuine deviant. It was a wonder to the boy how she hadn't been expelled already.

"L-let me go, Ibara. I want to go to class."

"I just want to talk a moment. Okay, Cutie?"

Mineta tried to wrestle himself out, but the thorns held his bag in place. He could ditch the bag, but he kind of needed it for school work.

Before he could think of a solution, the vines broke from the bag and Mineta fell... right into the Vine Girl's arms.

"You poor thing, walking to class all on your own. No body should be lonely, don't you think?"

"Please," Mineta began, but stopped when Ibara rubbed his balls (t-the ones on his head, not...).

"Y'know, I always thought your quirk and my own would work really well together."

"Put me down," Mineta mumbled.

"We should meet up and... work on some combos. Maybe some time this weekend?"

Frustrated at his own inability to fight back, Mineta felt his eyes tearing up a bit but he tried to bite back the urge to cry. He just felt so powerless. Why did everyone treat him like some toy to play with? Why did he have to be so small and too weak to fight against it? Why wasn't he like the other guys, who could laugh it off and go about their day?

Why was he so pathetic? He hated himself, sometimes.

Ibara noticed the tears of her prey, which only spurred her on, her kindly veil lifting to reveal her true sadistic self.

"Aw, what's wrong my sweet?" she said, bringing her lips to his ear while her arms closed in like a vice, making Mineta feel faint and claustrophobic, "Would you rather we go now? We can find somewhere private. I bet you'd love a girl like me going down on you. Don't lie."

Mineta couldn't respond. The words got stuck in his throat and all he released was a painful whimper.

Ibara giggled, kissing him on the ear, "You are the cutest thing alive, Minoru."

"LET MINETA GO RIGHT NOW, IBARA, OR SO HELP ME I'LL REPORT YOU." Mineta opened his big, teary eyes to the voice.

"Kaminari," he wimpishly cried.

Ibara loosened her arms, allowing Mineta the freedom to hop free, which is exactly what he did, running right behind Kaminari's leg, like a child would hide behind their parents'.

"Hey Kaminari," said Ibara, still flush-faced, "How've you been since the Sport Festival? Still having trouble sitting?"

Kaminari stared the woman down with the hardest look he could.

Mineta knew why, of course. Kaminari had every reason to dislike Ibara, after what she put him through at the Sport Festival.

Mineta had been taken out in the Calvary Battle, of course, but Kaminari and Ibara had squared off in the Head-to-Head matches. Mineta watched from the stands, as Kaminari was taken completely by surprise after Ibara had effortlessly blocked his lightning attack with her vines. Using her hair, she had captured Kaminari and strung him up like a pinata. Suspended and helpless, Kaminari couldn't do anything, as Ibara fashioned her hair into a thorny whip and proceeded to whip Kaminari, like an amateur BDSM video. She struck his butt so often that the cloth had torn away and he was covered in lashes, drawing blood. The entire stadium had gone silent, safe only for Ibara's laughter and taunts, Kaminari's cries and the protests of Midnight, trying to stop the match.

It felt like it had gone on for an eternity, before Midnight was finally able to stop Ibara and dislodge the lightning boy from the strong, thorny vines. Despite Midnight's pushing, Ibara's actions weren't deemed any more excessive than Bakugou's had been, so she couldn't even be disqualified.

Feeling sick, Mineta went to find Kaminari, when he had made it off stage. He found him alone in an unoccupied waiting room, sobbing in a mix of pain and humiliation. Mineta wanted to be their for him and they had remained there for the rest of the Festival, the mood of the whole day being made sour.

Back in the present, Kaminari shook with fury so heavy, sparks were shooting off of him. Steadying himself again, he said as sternly as possible: "Don't talk to me or Mineta again, alright?"

"Aww, but you two are my favourites. Well, you two and Shinso, or Shihai, or Shoda, or Togara, or Pony... mmm."

While Ibara was marinating, the two boys turned to leave.

They were both silent but as soon as the adrenaline went down, they both began to stumble. Mineta felt like crying again.

"Did she hurt you?" Kaminari asked, stopping to look over his friend.

"No. I thought she might have, though, if you hadn't shown up."

"I know. Normally you're early to class, so I thought something was wrong and I went to check. I'm so glad I did."

They hugged each other while they grounded themselves.

"That Ibara!" Kaminari gritted ferociously, "Why would the school let a sadistic perv like her keep attending this school?"

"I don't know. I really don't," said Mineta into his friend's shoulder.

After a minute, the two felt better, though Mineta was still a little shaky.

"C'mon. Class is gonna start in a few minutes," Kaminari said, taking his friends hand. Hopefully they could report the incident to Aizawa after class, not that they were confident he'd do anything.

It was 8:56 AM.

71 hours and 13 minutes remaining.