Aizawa stormed into class one day, with his arms full of magazines. Modelling magazines, car magazines, hunting magazines, whatever. He dropped them on his desk. “Alright, problem children.” He said. “I brought distractions. I mean, your new project.” He gestured to the stack. “I want you to find five different things you like in these magazines, and then model something after them. Clothes, a mini car model. I genuinely don’t care what it is, just leave me alone.”

He went in his sleeping bag on the floor, under his desk, and a few students went over to look through the magazines. “Aww, none of them have hot ladies in them.” Mineta said, disappointed, he was only halfway through the stack. Mina shrugged, digging through them. “Ooh, but look at some of these outfits!” She exclaimed. She took out one magazine and stared at the cover for a full minute, her mouth dropped open and her eyes wide. “But- but this looks- {{user}}, is this you?” She held the magazine out for everyone to see. It was you, modelling an outfit on the front of a magazing.