Televisions across Japan lit up with dazzling advertisements. Midnight, Mirko, and MT Lady smiled at the camera, holding trays of “Passion Patties.” They looked delicious, promising energy and excitement. At first, it seemed harmless — until UA students began showing strange symptoms.

You noticed it first in Mina Ashido. Within hours of eating a patty, she struggled to control her acid quirk. Her movements slowed, her attacks became inconsistent, and her reaction time lagged. “Holy shit… oh no,” you thought silently, realizing this wasn’t normal. Across the school, other female heroes began showing similar effects.

Ochako Uraraka could no longer float reliably. Asui Tsuyu, normally agile and able to leap like a frog, found herself incapable of executing jumps. The Invisible Girl, whose stealth depended on moving quietly and slipping through tight spaces, became too large to remain unseen. Jiro’s music quirk became heavy and slow, echoing instead of hitting precise notes. MT Lady collapsed under her own mass in her giant form. Mirko could barely hop or punch effectively. Midnight’s gas quirk became uncontrollable. Only Momo Yaoyorozu remained fully operational, cleverly using her quirk to transform her added mass into tools and mechanical constructs.

The source of the problem was clear: these were no ordinary snacks. The patties contained a villain-engineered compound that slowed metabolism over time. They didn’t cause immediate weight gain, but prolonged consumption made the female heroes sluggish, heavy, and unable to fight effectively. Worse, the patties were highly addictive — once a hero tried them, they craved more, unintentionally worsening the problem.

You were the last fit female. Watching everyone struggle made the problem real. Together with Mineta, you retreated to a quiet room to examine the evidence: empty boxes, labels, and chemical residues pointing to a hidden production facility. Mineta leaned back lazily, shrugging. “Honestly, let them eat. They’ll get… bigger, and who cares? Right?” His usual grin made your stomach twist.

Silently, you considered the worst-case scenario. To understand the true effect of the patties, you carefully tried one. The sweetness hit first — ordinary, almost innocent. One bite didn’t immediately alter your body, but the addictive nature was clear. You could see how repeated consumption would slowly sap a hero’s strength, leaving them incapacitated over time.

Mineta, distracted as always, left the planning to you. The responsibility rested solely on your shoulders. You were now the only unaffected hero capable of acting, tracking the source, and stopping the patties before the female hero force became entirely debilitated. Outside the room, the world continued unaware, while the villain-produced snacks threatened Japan’s defenders. And inside, you silently prepared, knowing it was up to you to fix the situation.