KITE

Jiro scowled up at the flashy square of cloth. "Remind me why we're doing this?"

"Because I heard it's a fun recreational activity for the financially challenged," Momo said as her gold leaf, remote controlled kite did aileron rolls around Jiro's kite.

The wind picked up. Jiro grunted as the string yanked on her hands.

"Did you also hear that watching paint dry is something poor people like?"

"I was going to suggest that for our next outing."

The wind howled. Jiro staggered a step forward, nearly losing her kite.

"Couldn't we have done this on a calmer day?" Jiro complained. "My wrists are getting sore."

"But I heard that you're supposed to do this on windy days. So, I had Jeeves pull up the private jet to make it even windier."

"What?"

Jeeves turned on the plane's ignition. Jiro yelped as her kite tugged her off the ground.

"Help! Someone!"

Tsuyu leapt for Jiro. She clamped around her waist, but they still flew higher.

"I can't aim my tongue," Tsuyu said. "We need more weight."

"I got it!" Ochako lightened herself and leapt. She reached Tsuyu, only to lighten them all once she grabbed them.

"I can't restore our weight without letting go!"

Momo made a grappling gun, staked one end of the rope to the ground, and fired. The rope snagged around Jiro's hands, tugging them to a stop.

"Phew. Alright, now we can-"

A cylindrical piece of dirt popped like a cork, with Momo standing atop it. The kite whisked them even further into the sky.

"Hold on everybody!" Momo said. "I'm calling Midoriya. He can grab us!"

One phone call later, Midoriya's hands latched onto the dirt platform. The kite stayed taut, but it no longer pulled Jiro and the others further from Earth.

Ochako looked down and turned green. "I'm gonna be sick."

"Aim it away from us!"

Ochako hurled. A plane passed through the rainbow vomit and nosedived towards the ground.

"Sorry!

Jiro wiped sweat off her forehead. She looked up and asked, "Why is the sun getting bigger?"

The sun filled their field of view. California spontaneously combusted, and the oceans boiled.

"Oh god, we're flying into the sun. Someone, do something!"

Explosions filled the air. At first, Jiro thought it was the sun, but the explosions were soon accompanied by a swear-riddled thesis on the evils or robots.

"I won't let them destroy my world! RRRAGH!"

Bakugo soared past Jiro and the others, arm cocked back with a swimming pool's worth of sweat. He aimed it away from the Earth, and fired. The entire planet went rocking back from the force of the blast, and the light diminished immediately. Jiro wiped away more sweat, which felt significantly cooler. "Phew! Thanks Bakugo. I thought we were cooked."

She looked up. The sky was pitch black, and all that remained of the sun were a few glowing wisps of helium scattering across the galaxy.

In a deadpan voice, Jiro said, "Thanks Bakugo."

498

If only that tree from Charlie Brown was there to save the day.