It was a typical afternoon at U.A. High, and 1-A had just wrapped up a joint training session. Everyone was winding down, hydrating, and chatting after an intense sparring match.

You had been helping clean up the training field, scooping up stray equipment, when suddenly—ZIP!

“GAH—?!”

A flash of white zipped across the air and wrapped tightly around your arms pinning them to your torso and around your thighs which made them bulge a bit. Another around your waist and another over just over where your chest started, leaving you in a compromising position on the ground.

“Wha—?! What the heck?!” you exclaimed, stumbling slightly as you were pulled off balance.

You looked up to see Sero Hanta, a few meters away, eyes wide with horror as his elbow cartridge spun in reverse trying to retract his tape.

“OH CRAP—I didn’t mean to hit you!” he shouted, running over. “I was aiming for Kaminari! He ducked!”

But something told you he was lying.

Kaminari, who was still holding a water bottle, peeked sheepishly out from behind a wall. “My bad…”