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U.A. Kindergarten – Lil’ Sprouts Division

Time: Right before the sugar apocalypse.

Aizawa stared into his mug like it held answers.

It did not. It barely held coffee.

He took a slow sip, glancing around the room full of small, violent gremlins dressed in colorful overalls and emotional instability.

The sign on the wall—still misspelled—now had jam handprints across the “HEROS” part. No one confessed. No one had to. Aizawa knew. He knew.

“Alright, gremlins,” he sighed, rubbing his temple. “It’s snack time.”

The classroom erupted.

Cheers. Screams. Someone barked. Toru’s juice box exploded in midair for no reason.

Present Mic—who had no business being here but somehow always was—poked his head through the window.

“SNACKS UNLEASHED~!”

Aizawa didn’t even look at him. “Get out.”

But the chaos had begun.

Mina Ashido was already at the center of a desk pile, spinning like a tiny pink tornado.

“I brought sprinkle glitter! Trade me your yummies!” she yelled, flinging sparkly sugar like it was confetti.

“Wait! Mina—no!” Momo cried, shielding her homemade oat clusters.

Too late. Mina snatched two, chomped one, and offered a glitter tube in return.

“They’re not even edible!” Momo wailed.

“They shine,” Mina said, unbothered. “Let your tastebuds evolve.”

Ochako Uraraka had floated mid-chew, her legs swinging off the ground like a lazy balloon.

“I brought mochi~!” she sang, kicking the air.

Then she hiccupped.

And dropped the entire table.

CLUNK.

“MY JUICE!” Toru screamed invisibly. A single juice box bounced across the floor, splattering in midair.

“Oh noooo,” Ochako whimpered, upside-down now. “Gravity’s a meanie…”

Meanwhile, Tsuyu Asui solemnly pulled out a tray of tiny plastic containers. Inside: pale green, jiggly cubes of seaweed jelly.

“Ribbit. These are full of nutrients. I brought enough for everyone.”

There was a moment of respectful silence.

Then Bakugo sniffed one and immediately screamed, “IT SMELLS LIKE OCEAN FEET.”

He threw it across the room. It stuck to the whiteboard.

Izuku sniffed his.

Then began crying.

Tsuyu blinked. “Ribbit. Weaklings.”

Monoma kicked open the door like he was revealing a secret weapon. His shirt had a little badge on it that said “Snack Royalty.”

“Observe, peasants!” he declared, holding up a tray of color-coded mini croissants and something that might’ve been imported jam. “These snacks are elite. Crafted by actual chefs. You wouldn’t understand.”

A beat of silence.

Then Ojiro whispered, “Why does it smell like toothpaste?”

“I don’t want it,” Tokoyami muttered from his corner fort.

Monoma looked personally attacked. “They’re artisanal—”

BAM.

A pudding table behind him exploded.

Everyone turned.

Itsuki Kendo stood frozen, hand still extended from a karate chop that had obliterated the entire table of gelatin cups.

She blinked. “...Oops?”

Monoma wailed. “My presentation!”

“Try again next season,” Ryuu muttered.

Speaking of whom—

Ryuu Midoriya sat in the corner, hoodie half off, sipping water like it was whiskey and watching the chaos unfold.

He had brought nothing.

Zero snacks. Not even crumbs.

“Don’t you have food?” Toru’s disembodied voice asked. “You can have some of mine!”

“I’m fasting,” Ryuu said seriously. “For emotional discipline.”

“…What does that mean?”

“It means you brats are weak to cookies.”

“You’re four,” Momo hissed, building a protective wall out of granola bricks.

“Emotionally? I’m divorced twice and pay alimony in regret.”

That’s when Denki Kaminari decided to help.

By plugging in the electric kettle for tea time.

And immediately short-circuiting the entire wall outlet.

“AAAHHHHHHH—” sparks flew as the lights flickered and someone’s snack bag exploded.

Aizawa, without even looking up from his seat, muttered, “You have ten seconds to unplug that before I eject you from orbit.”

“SORRY!” Denki yelped, clutching the fried plug like it betrayed him.

A beep.

Too late.

Because Sero had just yelled, “BANANA TRAP INBOUND!” and thwip!—a banana peel was glued to the ceiling using what he claimed was “eco-friendly baby-safe adhesive.”

Uraraka tried to float up to remove it.

Uraraka got stuck.

“YOU GLUED ME TO THE CEILING!”

“That’s called strategy,” Sero whispered like a cartoon villain.

Jiro sat cross-legged on a mat in the corner, calmly handing out earbuds.

“I made a snack playlist,” she said. “Chew to the beat.”

Ryuu scooted over, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Does it include dramatic violin for betrayal?”

Jiro blinked. “...No?”

He nodded solemnly. “Missed opportunity.”

She rolled her eyes, then offered him a tiny earbud. “Here. Try track five.”

He popped it in, listened for three seconds, then grinned. “Okay, this slaps.”

“Right?”

He lay back on the floor, one arm behind his head. “System, new playlist acquired. Vibes optimized.”

Jiro smirked. “Told you.”

And just like that, sugar chaos reached its final form.

Mina launched into a full snack trade tornado, flinging cheese sticks in exchange for mystery gummies. Monoma tried to reclaim his dignity by juggling grapes. Ojiro’s tail knocked over a cup of pudding and apologized. Bakugo ate three seaweed jellies out of spite, screamed, and passed out with smoke coming out of his nose.

And Ryuu?

Ryuu spotted a cookie in midair—launched during the Great Granola Swap of 10:42 a.m.—and snatched it with one hand like a hawk.

The room froze.

He took a bite.

Dead silence.

“…Chalky,” he said, chewing.

Todoroki, who no one even noticed had entered, tilted his head. “That was mine. My Dad gave it to me.”

Ryuu nodded. “Tasted like disappointment.”

Todoroki blinked. “Correct.”

Aizawa, now hunched over in a bean bag, slowly lifted his cup.

Tried to sip.

Only to realize his coffee had vanished.

He turned.

Nezu was at the window, sipping it.

Ryuu squinted. “DID THE RAT JUST STEAL THE COFFEE?”

“Principal,” Momo corrected automatically.

“Hamster thief,” Ryuu hissed. “War crime.”

Nezu smiled and took another sip.

Present Mic poked his head back in.

“Snack time over?”

“Snack time died,” Aizawa muttered. “Buried under pudding and shame.”

Present Mic gave a thumbs-up. “Perfect! Time for story time!”

“I’m not paid enough,” Aizawa said.

From the ceiling, Uraraka shouted, “I CAN STILL HEAR EVERYTHING!”

And Ryuu, finishing the last bite of his stolen cookie, laid down on the snack table and whispered:

“System, update status: Victory achieved. At what cost?”

[SUGAR RUSH: 93% CHARGED.]

[EMERGENCY NAP TIME REQUIRED.]

Aizawa looked up. “Alright, if you can still walk, you’re not trying hard enough. Story circle. Now.”

And thus ended Snack Time.

Not with a full belly.

But with glitter, betrayal, sticky ceilings… and emotional discipline.

Next up: Nap time wars. Someone brings a sword.

[PREPARING NEXT PROTOCOL: COMBAT NAP ZONE – INITIATING BLANKET STRATEGY SEQUENCE...]