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Patreon Exclusive— Welcome to U.A. Lil’ Sprouts Division- Part 4- Show and Tell, Trauma Edition
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 19:46:50 +0000 UTCU.A. Kindergarten – Lil’ Sprouts Division
Time: 9 a.m. but spiritually 3 a.m.
Aizawa stood at the whiteboard, using the last marker that hadn’t been bitten, stabbed, or jammed up someone’s nose. On it, he wrote:
SHOW & TELL (but the E was backwards, and no one corrected it).
He turned to the class.
“Here’s how this works. You stand up. You show a thing. You tell us what it is. Then we all pretend to clap.”
“Do we have to?” asked Ryuu, half-wrapped in a blanket burrito with one eye peeking out.
“Yes,” Aizawa said. “So I can pretend this job means something.”
First up, Izuku.
Tiny green curls. Sweaty hands. Shaky legs. He stood clutching an All Might plush like it was a holy relic.
“This is my hero,” he said, trembling. “A-and I really like him b-because—”
He tripped over his own foot.
Fell.
Landed face-first.
The plush landed in the trash can.
Everyone stared.
“Classic Deku,” Bakugo muttered.
“Izuku, breathe,” Tsuyu said from her beanbag, completely horizontal.
“I’m fine!” Izuku wailed, flailing. “He’s still my herooooooo...”
Aizawa dragged him back to his mat by the scruff like a soggy kitten.
Next up, Shoto Todoroki.
He walked to the front of the class, deadpan, and held out a single ice cube in both hands.
“This is my dad.”
Silence.
Then the entire class applauded.
“Powerful symbolism,” Yaoyorozu whispered.
“Ribbit,” Tsuyu said solemnly. “Cold father energy.”
Bakugo threw a juice box at the ice.
It bounced off.
Todoroki didn’t blink. “That was expected.”
Then came the inevitable. Ryuu Midoriya.
He walked up sipping from his suspicious sippy cup again.
Held up a rock.
“This is Greg, also my soul.”
He dropped it.
It made a thud.
Everyone clapped like he just solved world peace.
Tokoyami whispered, “That’s so raw.”
Jiro wiped a tear. “So jagged. So unpolished.”
Ryuu bowed. “Thank you. It’s also my emotional support weapon.”
[SYSTEM NOTE: Dramatic Effect: 9/10. Existential Weight: 11/10.]
Then: Toru Hagakure.
A small shimmer approached the front.
“Um… h-hi… I’m Toru,” said the voice near the air. “And I don’t really have anything to show. I just…”
Her voice trembled.
“I just wanna be seen.”
The room was still.
Then Ryuu glanced down at his tray. “You’re standing on my sandwich.”
“Oh!” she squeaked, scrambling off.
“...It's fine,” Ryuu said, brushing crumbs off the air. “My dignity’s been stepped on before.”
Silence.
Then Toru giggled.
[SYSTEM UPDATE: CHARISMA CHECK PASSED. YOU MADE TORU SMILE. +1 Cuteness.]
Aizawa blinked. “Did I just witness emotional development?”
“Shut up,” Ryuu said. “I’m building character arcs.”
And then...
The wall phased open.
Mirio Togata walked halfway in holding a red cape.
“Hi everyone! This is my cape! It’s symbolic of...”
He disappeared.
Right into the drywall.
Still smiling.
There was a loud thud.
He reappeared out the other side like a happy glitch in reality.
“...heroism!”
Aizawa stared. “Who let the high schooler in?”
“Vents are public property,” Mirio said cheerfully.
Then bounced away.
“...I hate this school,” Aizawa muttered.
Then it happened.
Nejire Hado entered.
Bouncing.
Sprinting.
Bubbling.
“HI EVERYONE! I BROUGHT MY DRAWINGS! I DREW EVERYONE’S DREAMS! DO YOU DREAM IN SPARKLES? BECAUSE I DO! WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR NIGHTMARES?”
She held up fifty sparkly pictures at once, like she was dual-wielding imagination.
“THIS ONE’S YOU, RYUU!” she said, holding up a drawing of a rock with sunglasses.
“...Sick,” Ryuu said.
Nejire beamed. “DO YOU THINK ROCKS HAVE PERSONALITY OR ARE THEY JUST SHY?”
Aizawa turned to the door and muttered, “I swear if someone else comes through that vent...”
BOOM.
The door opened.
A new voice purred: “Hello, little heroes~!”
Midnight.
Black heels.
Long coat.
Lipstick far too dramatic for this crime scene.
She waved at the class. “I’m here to observe your sweet little presentations...”
And then Monoma stood up.
Hand in the air.
Eyes gleaming.
“Excuse me, Pretty Miss Bondage Lady, is your outfit considered standard hero attire or do you just want us to fail emotionally?”
Silence.
The air left the room.
Midnight turned pale.
Like… ghost-white.
Then she staggered, caught the edge of a bookshelf, and whispered, “I should’ve called in sick.”
Monoma blinked. “Did I win?”
“No,” Aizawa said. “You just became legally unmentionable.”
The rest of Show and Tell blurred into madness.
Bakugo brought a spoon. Tried to bite it in half.
Sero unrolled tape across the floor and called it “performance art.”
Jiro recorded everything, including Midnight muttering, “I’m on a list now.”
Tokoyami presented a shadow puppet shaped like a grave and called it “nap.”
Ojiro showed off his tail. It slapped three people. “SORRY!”
And in the middle of it all, Ryuu laid back down on his mat, looked at the ceiling, and whispered:
“This is the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He paused.
Then smirked.
“…I’m proud of us.”
[SYSTEM QUEST COMPLETE: SHOW & TELL – TRAUMA EDITION]
[REWARDS UNLOCKED: +50 XP | +1 Cuteness | +2 Emotional Damage]
[UNLOCKED BONUS: Midnight now avoids eye contact.]
Aizawa put down his clipboard, dragged a chair into the corner, and said:
“Next time, I’m calling Endeavor. Maybe he’ll scare them into silence.”
Ryuu grinned. “Or set the building on fire.”
Todoroki raised his hand. “That’s how we say hi in my house.”
And from somewhere under a desk, Toru whispered, still smiling, “I liked this day.”
“Gold Star Reward Board”
Star Recipients Today:
Ryuu (Creativity: Rock Edition)
Toru (Emotional Honesty)
Sero (…Tape?)
Students Under Investigation:
Monoma
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