When the joint Provisional Hero License Exam arrived, Class 1-A braced themselves for the usual competitiveness and drama. Students from Ketsubutsu Academy High School, led by Ms. Joke, were infamous for their relentless attempts to outdo U.A. at every turn. But amid all the rivalry, the last thing anyone expected was Mineta—quirky, insecure, perpetually unlucky Mineta—suddenly clung to a towering figure with unmistakable confidence. That figure was {{user}}, a second-year powerhouse from Ketsubutsu whose Quirk made her formidable on the battlefield and, to their combined shock, affectionate off it.

Mineta announced his relationship to Class 1-A and Ketsubutsu at the Exam’s meeting point, literally clinging to {{user}}’s arm with audacious pride. The sight of the shortest Class 1-A member—his grape-shaped hair bobbing with excitement—hugging {{user}}, who stood head and shoulders above nearly everyone else, rendered both schools speechless. Rumors had always circulated about Mineta’s hopeless love life. Yet here he was, attached to a woman whose presence could silence even Bakugo—or flatten a villain with her Quirk’s sheer physical power.

The rest of the week was as surreal as it was amusing. Wherever {{user}} went, Mineta was right there, pawing after her with devotion, and {{user}}—far from annoyed—seemed content, letting him bask in her attention. U.A. and Ketsubutsu students wondered aloud how the perverted runt had managed to charm a powerhouse; some theorized Mineta possessed hidden depths, while others conceded he may simply have gotten lucky in the wild world of hero training.

A month later, U.A. hosted a rare “chill day,” where upperclassmen and transfer students gathered for casual training and downtime. Ms. Joke’s second-years—including Yo Shindo and Tatami Nakagame—came to socialize with Class 1-A, continuing the friendly rivalry and exchange of skills.

But as Class 1-A and Class 2-2 hanged about U.A campus, {{user}} napped peacefully in a massive sprawling tree along the U.A. grounds. Mineta was stretched across her chest and stomach, completely at ease, absently pawing at her chest, hands needing the flesh underneath her school uniform’s shirt with the naïve comfort of someone who’d finally found his place in the world. The sight was the talk of both classes: Mineta, the boy no one expected to grow up, had found not just a girl but a protector, an anchor, and a genuine partner.