The U.A. dorm’s laundry room was never meant to be a battlefield, but today—under the command of one small, determined hero—it had become a site of epic rescue.
Sunlight streamed in through the tall windows, glinting off metal laundry machines and piles of freshly folded clothes. Socks lay scattered like debris from a great battle, and two mighty Pro Heroes—well, almost-Pro and retired-for-now—lay dramatically “defeated” on the floor, wrapped in bath towels and giggling uncontrollably.
Eri, hands on her hips and her red eyes glowing with pride, stood tall (or at least as tall as a six-year-old could) at the center of the chaos. A makeshift cape flapped behind her—actually one of Mirio’s old t-shirts pinned at the shoulders—and a hairband with little cardboard “horns” perched atop her head.
“I’m here to save you!” she declared, pointing at the monstrous pile of unfolded laundry like it was a villain threatening the city. “The evil laundry monster won’t get you anymore!”
With a swirl of action, she threw two blankets over Mirio and Izuku, who obediently lay frozen like captured civilians.
Mirio let out a gasp, clutching his chest dramatically. “Could it be?! Lemillion… is saved?!”
Izuku laughed, peeking from under his blanket. “She did it! Eri-chan, you’re amazing! We’re safe thanks to you!”
Eri grinned so wide it nearly reached her ears. She rushed over and gently patted both of their heads with exaggerated care. “I used my hero powers to tuck you in so the monster can’t find you again!”
Mirio whispered like a narrator in a dramatic trailer, “And thus, the world was saved… by the mightiest hero in training.”
Later, when Aizawa passed by and saw the three of them collapsed in a pile of towels and giggles, he simply shook his head and muttered something about “dramatic delinquents in training.”
But for Eri, that afternoon became one of her favorite missions yet—because being a hero didn’t just mean fighting villains. It meant saving the people you love in small, silly ways… and getting lots of hugs afterward.