Sorry for the three day break everyone, I've been out of town. I'll be sure to mention any future breaks in my author's notes. (Right now the plan is six chapters a week, with a break on Sunday to 'reset' my posting time.) :D
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The reflection of Mineta's face stared back at him with despair. Clusters of oozing purple pimples had sprouted up overnight, nearly bursting with sticky pus.
"You look gross," Kaminari noted, leaning over to look at the gross super-zits. "Sucks to be you, man. Is that part of your jinx?"
"I don't know, but I'm hideous!" Mineta wailed, his eyes shining with tears as he touched his breakout. "This is the worst! How are the ladies supposed to notice me like this?" The zits hurt, and looked rather nauseating even from a distance. He would have to go to Recovery Girl right after class!
"You look just as ugly as you always do!" Bakugo called out from his own seat in the class, his feet propped up on the chair in front of him. "Stop yapping, class is going to start soon!"
Izuku sat up straighter in his chair with a faint smile, his green eyes widening. His mussed hair stuck out in every direction, as usual. "Oh, that's right, we're having a guest speaker today! Who would believe Mt. Lady would be invited to give us a lecture on gigantification Quirks? U.A really is amazing, isn't it Kacchan?"
"Shut up, you damn nerd, the only giant thing here is how much you suck."
"What sucked was that insult," Kirishima said with a snort, resting his head back on his hands as he leaned in his chair. "You're off your game today, Bakugo. Didja forget to practice comebacks in the mirror this morning, or did it just break when you gave it your classic Baku-glare?"
"I'm gonna break your stony face, spiky haired bastard!"
Mineta's gaze became decidedly lewd as he got caught in his daydreams. "Mt. Lady may be the devil, but she can pop my zits any day," he oozed, practically drooling.
Every single person in class turned and stared at him with disgust, as if he were a stinky pile of human trash. No one had a single thing to say. Uraraka turned away, fighting back her nausea.
Luckily, Asui did know what to say, her large eyes sparking gold. Her long tongue shot from her mouth, wrapping around Mineta's neck in a flash, pushing him out the window with a shattering burst of glass.
Mineta tore at the tongue around his neck uselessly. How was it so strong? Asui pulled back, and his momentum stopped halfway to the ground, his legs pushing uselessly against the warm, painted walls of the high school, the slick pink tongue around his neck hanging him like a noose.
The students of Class 1-A looked at Asui, as Mineta's struggles and choking cries became weaker from out the window. Uraraka spoke first.
"Um…is anyone gonna stop her?" she asked, unsure, her small eyebrows pinched together.
No one said anything at first.
"I mean…he'll be fine, right?" Kaminari checked, shooting Asui a glance. "I really don't want to hurt Tsu. This isn't her fault…"
"Let him die," Bakugo suggested. "Then none of us have to remember him saying that."
It was a good point.
And so Mineta hung outside the window, until Asui couldn't feel the pulse of his heart through her long tongue, and the class forgot.
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A week later, Mineta still hadn't stopped looking at Asui with sad, betrayed eyes. Being hung wasn't the kind of tongue action he was hoping for.
Even when they were assigned as partners in the marsh terrain training, he couldn't help but feel betrayed. At least he had the perfect partner on his side. Mineta was sure to get a top score in this assessment, even if he did nothing at all. "But she did kill me," Mineta grumbled to himself churlishly, refusing to look at his partner as the bell sounded to begin the training.
"Are you still sulking over there?" Asui asked, tapping her long finger to her lips. The Rainy Season Hero sat in a froggy position on the rain slicked rock, wearing her skintight green hero costume complete with thigh high rubbery boots and oversized white gloves. Her bulbous goggles rested on her slick green hair, tied in a bow at her thin waist. "You know, I really am sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Well, actually I guess I did, I just don't remember it, ribbit. I can stay a little further away if it would make you more comfortable."
"No," Mineta said, trying not to pout. "You already killed me. Hung me from a window. If you hadn't caught me off guard I would've beaten you, stupid frog…"
"There's no need for name calling," Asui said practically, hopping to another rock as they made it to the edge of the marshy pond. "Let's get moving for now. How fast can you swim?"
"You'll have to carry me, there's no help for it," Mineta said, looking at the pond with sudden excitement. "In your arms, with my head resting on your-" Asui's tongue choked off his sentence, and he stared with bulging eyes at the froggy hero. 'What? No! Asui…was already the traitor! Is she really trying to kill me?'
Froppy dove into the brackish green water of the pond, her long legs pushing them both to the silty bottom, choked with weeds. Her tongue wrapped around Mineta's torso, crushing the air from his lungs in a gasping bubble. His throat and lungs burned as he inhaled water, his wracking coughs silent beneath the still surface of the water.
He tried to struggle, but without air his strength seemed to disappear at once. Darkness edged at his vision, but he could still see Asui floating above him, her green hair waving in the water as she stared at him with empty, gold sparking eyes…
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Mineta woke up coughing, waving away the stink of incense as he stood from the tile floors of U.A's hallways. His body spasmed, as he hacked and breathed in huge lungfuls of air.
"What was that?" he said out loud, because he was quite alone in the halls. Classes must be out for the day.
Asui had been the traitor twice? Mineta hadn't known that was possible. Here he'd been scared of all the students who hadn't killed him yet, but he really had to be scared of everyone?
The grape-headed pervert scrambled to his feet. He had to tell Aizawa sensei about this. It was new information after all. Not that their teacher was any good, Mineta thought with annoyance. He hadn't helped Mineta at all, probably because he felt intimidated by Mineta's good looks and skill.
He strode down the halls, his footsteps loud on the tile, turning down a shadowy shortcut…and froze.
Someone was watching him. The hairs on the back of his neck prickled. He just knew there was an enemy nearby.
Mineta whirled, but he couldn't see anyone behind him in obviously empty hallway.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and a knife slashed into his back. The Fresh Picked Hero crumpled to the ground, his spine severed and his limbs useless, struggling to breathe as his lungs gave out, his gasping sending faint ripples along the surface of the growing pool of his own blood.
He couldn't turn his head.
He never saw who killed him.
But the frog girl detached from the ceiling all the same, her camouflage melting away as she landed in a perfect crouch behind Mineta, the filet knife held in her tongue like another limb, her eyes sparking with gold for the third time in a row.
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