"Now then everyone." Aizawa spoke up, Shoji giving his full attention. "I believe the last week has made sure everyone who has been on work studies is caught up." The man gave a glance to the students in question.
Yaoyorozu was unphased, mostly glancing at her arms. Suzuki was the opposite, in utter agony at the mention of it. Everyone else seemed to mix between worry (Sero and Kirishima), or determination (Asui and Uraraka). It was weird having such a relatively quiet class for a month. Even Bakugo was yelling less, at least at Todoroki, during his remedial license exam.
"Since you're all here, I must inform you of something important that's coming up. Something that can affect your reputation at UA for…"
"The Cultural Festival!" Suzuki interrupted with a raised hand. "That's when all the classes come up with something and do fun stuff for the school, right?"
The class was silent for a moment, looking back and forth between the derailed teacher and the boy. "Wait, do you do the dramatic stuff on purpose!?" Kamianri accused.
"Anyway." The man ignored the question. "Each class is required to put on a showcase for the students and visiting families."
"Wait, our family is coming again!?" Jiro shouted. "Oh god, I thought I was free of the embarrassment."
"Silence." Aizawa said without using his quirk as usual, and everyone shut up immediately. "With the Sports Festival mainly highlighting those in the Hero Course, the Cultural festival is mainly for the General, Support, and Business Departments to show off what they've learned all year, but every class regardless is required to participate in some way."
"We'll blow them all out of the water." Bakugo grinned viciously. "With the beat everyone who stands in our way to a bloody pulp event." What kind of world did he live in?
"You have to agree on your event." Aizawa reiterated. "And if you don't have something within three days, I get to choose." A savage grin formed. "As a lecture hall."
"Not on my watch!" Ashido stood up from her seat indignantly. "Come on, we're 1-A! If we can beat up villains, coming up with an event should be no problem!"
==
"Anime hall!" Pony shouted loudly, looking through her collection. "Imagine the joy we can bring to all of our little siblings. Oran Host Club, Highschool DXD, Attack on Titan."
"We're sure she's the innocent one right?" Manga asked everyone for some reason. "I was afraid of something corrupting her innocence, but I think we're too late on that front."
"Let's put a pin in that idea if we can't come up with anything else." Itsuka spoke out. "Come one, let's keep the ideas rolling. No idea is a bad idea, at least until we talk about it thoroughly." The girl looked at the board. "How about … a trivia game? A prize if they get the answer right?"
"What kind of prize? We're not in the same class as the rich girl." Rin answered. "It's not going to be easy to make something people would actually want to win."
"We can use some of me pots, I've made lots of em recently." Kojiro slid over a pot that had their entire class designed over it. This was like the one thing he was really good at. He even got Reiko's eye bags.
"Might not make a good prize, but maybe an art gallery?" Kiniko suggested. "I've been building up a portfolio lately."
"No one wants to see all the paintings of the 'forest king' you made." Juzo rolled his eyes.
"He is a majestic wonder all would love to see!"
"An arm wrestling contest!" Tetsutetsu shouted. "I bet the guys in 1-A haven't thought of something that manly."
"I sent an ear in there, your copy cat said the same thing at the same time." The boy banged his fist in anger as Setsuna laughed.
"It's weird, usually Monoma would have made a big speech about how superior we are, but he just left, maybe he went to try and spy on 1-A or some-" They were interrupted as the boy in question came back, carrying with him an entire safe. "Did you carry that all the way from the third floor?"
"Can't risk anyone seeing it." Neito put in a ten digit code, followed by a retinal scan, then a fingerprint scan, then pulled out his keychain and folded it like a puzzle, changing it into an actual key that went into it, a hiss with steam as the door slowly opened to reveal … a notebook. She was reminded of a certain American movie but couldn't put her name on it. "My pride and joy that I've worked on since I was five … Romeo, Juliet, & the Prisoner of Azkaban: The Return of the Kings."
"So you wrote a lot of fanfiction as a kid?" Setsuna asked. "Wow, I know your quirk isn't original but could you at least make something new?"
"Um … I …" Holy shit, genuine tears. "I'm gonna go … fix myself some food while you guys look it over and … give some thoughts." The boy speedwalked his way out of there, leaving an awkward silence.
"Okay, for his mental stability, we're doing the play exactly how he wrote it. No complaints." Itsuka ordered. The class nodded, realizing that they just found the possible source of Neito's complex.
==
Shinso groaned in agony. Not that he was in physical pain, but it would have been better than this. "Isekai novels are the best way to go!" "Are you crazy, clearly we need a butler cafe!" "We're not doing that, let's make a roller coaster!" As if Aizawa's training was bad enough, now he had to deal with the mental exhaustion of dealing with classmates that didn't know what the hell they were doing.
"So you're going to put in your two cents?" A classmate asked him.
"If I do, I'll be the one that has to put in the most effort. I already drain myself with training, let them do it." Please, let him sleep! He already started carrying around a sleeping bag at all times, let him actually use it!
"Come on, man, just give an idea, any idea, and we'll leave you alone."
Just one thing hugh? Maybe a magic show? He'd just have to move a light around at worst. No wait, that would be bright, something dark … "Haunted House." Oh wait, screams.
"Haunted House sounds perfect!" No, wait! Don't actually go through with it!
"Haunted House for the win! I'll get costumes so we can practice late at night." Late at Night!?
"I'll get the construction equipment to make a scary enough entrance. We'll be hauling wood outside the entire day!" No, no, why!? He wasn't built for THIS kind of physical labor! He was already breaking himself enough for the hero course!
==
Hatsumei had to work double time. This was going to be the showcase of a century! So many babies to let the world see. Bibimi had a couple of gadgets, but they would be absolutely seen because she was going to use them for a 'beauty pageant'. A bit of a quantity control but the girl knew her stuff. Hatsumei couldn't fall behind her senpai! She would ignore five years of sleep for this!
A tap on her shoulders drew her out to see a trembling student. "Um, Hatsumei?" He started. "It's just, school is over and you need to, you know, go home." Funny guy.
"There's too many babies I need to make, and I can't do that if I'm home! Well, I could, but dad doesn't allow babymaking after eight, and I make some of my best babies at Midnight! That's when inspiration and muse strikes the hardest!" Maybe if he allowed her to use the labs at Hatsumei Industries they wouldn't have this problem."
"Yes it's just, you know how Power Loader is, the man is slowly being driven insane by your explosions and none of us want to see him, you know, snap." The boy flinched and pulled back like she would somehow explode. He had nothing to worry about … she couldn't use herself yet until she mastered that AI transfer device.
"Nah, he's fine. He loves that I don't leave the studio at all. It's not like I'm needed anywhere else after all."
"Don't you at least hang out with other people outside of 'customers'?" The guy went on. "Don't you like that guy with the engine legs? Why don't you see what he's doing or something?"
"Oh yeah, Legs, he's the best! I'd like to give him more babies, but he doesn't come by as much as the other customers. In fact, any time I wave to him he just runs away." She didn't comprehend why, she was a treat. "Speaking of, I've actually got to work on Million Point's costume, he keeps damaging the thing."
Not that she minded at all, damage meant she had a change to improve! Failure was the mother of invention after all! Make the fur more absorbent to Kinetic energy, sharpen the claws, maybe at something to help straighten out his wind attacks. And apparently fix up some higher quality sensors for that 'cookbook' of his.
==
Alright, it was game time. As soon as class ended she made a Beeline to her favorite classmate and female bestie, Yuyu. "Yo, Yuyu, do you have any ideas for the beauty pageant?" She would win it this time, and dominate!
"You're still trying to win, huh?" Her friend rolled her eyes. "You're already one of the top three students at U.A and super popular, and it's impossible for anyone to not find you cute. Does winning one pageant mean that much to you?"
"Heck yeah, I lost the first two, and I'm not losing this one." Nejire nodded. "I'm gonna be the cutest girl in school. Undisclosed and unchallenged!" It has been a bit of a passion in recent years.
"If you're taking this as seriously as I think you are, then you might want to lean away from the cute angle. Cuteness can only go so far in terms of beauty." Nejire tilted her head. "Like if you went on stage right now, there'd no doubt be hundreds of students who'd want to hug and squeeze you like a teddy bear. Beauty is more about making people freeze in place the moment they lay eyes on you."
"So I need to double my beauty …" Nejire thought in wonder. "What about … sexy? Like a blue dress that Ryukyu or the snake hero wears." That might make her work. "Lots of people are in love with sexy people."
"Wow, maybe a bit too many." Yuyu looked really weird. "Um, how about something … conservative?"
"But I don't want to talk about politics." The world sucked enough without it.
"No..I mean something a bit more modest. Less is more in some cases."
"Less is more … so I should go onto the stage naked!" It made so much sense.
"Yeah, go on na-" Now Yuyu was choking out a classmate for some strange reason.
"The point…I'm trying…to make!" Yuyu growled as she slammed the guy's head into the ground. "Don't go flashy, go for grace."
"Grace … so I need to dance." She nodded. "Maybe I should get a pole."
"A pole … would be … ni-" Now Yuyu was stomping on the guy's head. Did he steal her candy? Rude.
"Whatever you decide to do, I'm sure it's going to be amazing, Nejire." Mirio gave a thumbs up with a slightly exhausted sigh. He was recommended to take a leave of absence due to his quirk loss, but he turned it down. "Me and Iruma got permission to bring Eri to the festival, and I'm sure she'd love to see you on stage."
"Heck yeah, gonna be a big sis to Eri and win the whole thing, giving her a trophy!" She was sure of it, victory was in sight!
==
"An arm wrestling contest!" Kirishima shouted. "I bet nobody else has thought about that!"
"Tetsutetsu said it at the same time you did." Jiro spoke up with her jacks. It was a miracle that she could hear anything from the other class with her own shouting suggestion after suggestion.
"I know, a fun house!" Hagakure raised her hand in the air.
"Sounds interesting, but I think you're being a bit too broad." Iida said.
"You know, those twisty and turny places you find at amusement parks. Iruma-kun, have you ever been in one?"
"I got trapped inside because I lost the exit. When I got out they gave me a lot of food and told me to never talk about it … oh shoot." This kid was way too easy to bribe.
"Don't worry about it, I'll just need to file a lawsuit later." Momo coughed. "Any other ideas?"
"A mochi shop! You can't go wrong with deserts!" Uraraka pitched in next. Sounded fine enough, if a bit ordinary.
"We can take it a step further and make it a maid cafe!" Every girl looked at Mineta. "What, it could be good!" He tried to feebly argue.
"Tell you what." Momo spoke up. "If you can convince Jiro, of all people, to do a maid cafe, I'll put it on the board." Oh, she'd love to see him try.
"We can put the guys in maid costumes along with the girls!"
Denki and Momo in maid costumes…"Put that in the maybe pile." Momo blinked at her, before shrugging and adding it as well, much to the boy's horror.
"I'm telling you, beat them all to a bloody pulp event." Nobody acknowledged Bakugo.
"A soba shop sounds nice." Todoroki offered.
"Guys, no offense, but if we do anything with food, Iruma will probably eat it all before the festival starts, and I'm not going to cook all day!" Sato yelled. The boy in question acknowledged it with a nod.
"What about a dance show, something big and showy." Denki offered with a grin. "Pretty sure some of us can dance at least."
"I … don't want to do something big." Everyone blinked at Iruma, who usually did EVERYTHING in the craziest and most insane manner possible. "Well the Sports Festival is for heroes right? That means that for other classes this is their chance to shine and … it feels wrong to try and step on that, you know?"
"You can't get anywhere without stepping on stones, Dodger." Bakugo argued. "The other classes hate us for having the spotlight. If we don't keep it, they're never going to shut up."
"Since when do you care about what people say about you?" Iruma countered.
"... Continue." He didn't curse back. Shit, did those remedial lessons actually teach him restraint?
"A lot of bad stuff has happened this year, and people just want to have fun, right? There's a lot of kids coming, so maybe a child center…"
"Fuck no, children are evil." It was one thing for Bakugo to say that, another for Todoroki to agree almost simultaneously.
"So we need something fun and something simple.." Ashido tapped her chin. "A class band! Jiro, you're good with instruments, right? Pretty sure there's a few people in class that can play something."
"Wha?" The girl blushed, oh god, they were staring at her. "No no, those are just hobby stuff, I can't play seriously, you know?"
"Don't be so modest, Kyoka, you've been able to teach me guitar pretty well." Denki spoke up. "If you can teach someone as dumb as me, then you must be a master at it." Oh great, this was happening.
"Although if you can't play …" Yes, please Momo, get her out of this. "What about singing?" NO!!
"I don't, I just…I never.." She couldn't sing in public! She couldn't do this, she left this part of herself behind when she decided to be a hero!
"Hey, I can take over there! My manly voice will inspire everyone!" Kirishima proceeded to make everyone's ears bleed with his screeching with his horrid tone death vocals.
"Maybe I can make everyone dazzle." Aoyama proceeded to sing one note … only one note. The entire time.
"I've got this in the bag!" Mineta went on to scream, not even trying to play music right. On second thought, maybe she wasn't the worst choice.
"I..I'll try..just don't have high expectations." She sang, closing her eyes and letting everyone out. Admittedly, it was nice to just get everything that was on her mind all out at once.
When she opened her eyes the three that sang before her were unconscious, everyone else had sparkly eyes, and the two people in class she had mixed feelings on blushed.
"We have our singer!" Ashido shot a fist in the air as everyone else cheered. Great, she had to take the lead here…just great.