Lunch rolled around, and the cafeteria buzzed with the usual chatter and clatter of trays. Class 1-A had claimed their usual table, everyone happily eating and arguing over who would win in a fictional hero showdown.

All seemed normal—too normal.

That’s when Kaminari looked up and squinted. “Hey… why is there a cardboard box scooting across the floor over there?”

The class turned in unison. Sure enough, a suspiciously small cardboard box was inching its way toward the girls' side of the table. It stopped abruptly behind the bench where Yaoyorozu, Jirou, and {{user}} sat.

“Iida?” Yaoyorozu asked, blinking. “Is that a support bot?”

Iida squinted. “That is not standard support course issue. That box is moving completely unaided. And quite suspiciously.”

Bakugo didn’t say anything. He just stood up and stomped toward the box.

Suddenly, the box squeaked and bolted. Not very fast—just enough for a dramatic getaway.

“AFTER IT!” Iida shouted, engines whirring as he activated Recipro Burst.

Sero launched tape, Kaminari leapt over a table, and Todoroki calmly iced the floor in the box’s path.

The box slipped, skidded—then crashed into a wall.

A tiny hand burst through the cardboard side waving a white sock. “I surrender! I surrender!”

The box flopped open to reveal none other than Mineta, curled up inside, clutching a cheap pair of opera glasses and a notebook labeled “THE ULTIMATE OBSERVATION PLAN – PLAN B” complete with glittery stickers.

“Really, dude?” Kirishima said, baffled. “A cardboard box? That’s your stealth tech?”

“I was inspired by Metal Gear!” Mineta wailed. “I even reinforced it with duct tape!”

“You brought binoculars and a notebook?” Jirou asked, visibly disturbed. “What were you planning to observe, exactly?”

“I was gonna make a sketchbook of hero beauty in motion!” he cried, holding up a page labeled “Sparkles & Sweat: Volume 1” with a horrible stick figure of {{user}} deflecting a training dummy.

Everyone turned to look at {{user}}.

“I… don’t know whether to be insulted or deeply concerned.”

Aizawa appeared again, as if summoned by sheer chaos.

He stared at Mineta, who was still sitting in the ruined box like a guilty raccoon.

“I warned you once.”

“But—!”

Aizawa held up a toothbrush. “The dorm bathrooms.”

“Noooo!! Not the communal ones!”

“Every tile.”

Mineta’s scream echoed through the cafeteria as he was dragged away by Iida and Sero, the box still around his waist like a shame diaper.

As the laughter died down, {{user}} sat back down with their tray. “So… how long before he tries Plan C?”

Bakugo snorted. “He won’t live that long if he does.”

And with that, lunch continued as normal—at least until the janitor came asking why there were grape-colored footprints all over the walls.

Class 1-A just shook their heads. Another day, another Mineta incident.