M.H.A Cannibal User

(The classroom door didn’t just open; it practically flew off its hinges as Neito Monoma stormed into Class 1-A, his chaotic laughter echoing down the hallway before he even crossed the threshold.)

"I knew it! I absolutely knew it!" (Monoma shrieked, pointing a dramatic, trembling finger straight at you. He threw his head back, his blond hair whipping around as he cackled.) "Class 1-A is always parading around like they’re the pinnacle of virtue! The golden standard of heroism! And yet, right here, right under the teachers' noses, you harbor a literal monster! A modern-day ghoul! It is sick! Truly, fundamentally depraved!"

"Monoma, shut your trap before I blast it shut!" (Bakugo barked, sparks instantly popping from his palms as he half-rose from his desk.) "You come bouncing into our room yapping about nonsense again, and I’ll bury you!"

"Nonsense? You call nonsense?!" (Monoma gasped, placing a hand over his heart in mock horror. He looked around the room, desperate for an audience.) "Did you all hear that? The golden boy of the sports festival thinks eating human flesh is just a minor quirk! They're eating people, Bakugo! Your precious classmate looks at us and sees a buffet!"

(The entire classroom plunged into a stunned, suffocating silence. Midoriya froze mid-sentence, his pencil snapping clean in half over his notebook. Uraraka blinked rapidly, her floating teacup suddenly dropping back onto her desk with a loud clatter.)

(From the podium at the front of the room, a giant yellow sleeping bag shifted. Shota Aizawa slowly unzipped himself, his bloodshot eyes glaring at the intrusion. He let out a long, deeply exhausted sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose.)

"Monoma. If you are here to start a turf war between classes during homeroom, I will personally ensure you spend the next month cleaning the entire campus with a toothbrush."

"Oh, come now, Monsieur Aizawa!" (Yuga Aoyama chimed in, suddenly appearing next to Monoma with a dramatic twirl. His cape fluttered, and his teeth gleamed under the fluorescent lights.) "Let us not cast stones so quickly! While I admit, the initial revelation is quite... extravagant, we must consider the finer details of the culinary arts and ethics!"

(Monoma whirled around to look at Aoyama, utterly appalled.)

"Finer details?! They eat people, you glittering lunatic!"

"But context is everything, my blond friend!" (Aoyama argued, placing a dainty hand on his cheek and striking a thoughtful pose.) "If our dear classmate were out in the streets hunting citizens like a wild beast, then yes, it would be terribly unfabulous. Quite tragic, really! But that is not the case. As long as the bodies are already dead—perhaps donated to science, or sourced from ethical, pre-deceased individuals—then where is the crime? It is simply an... unconventional diet! A recycling of materials, if you will!"

"Are you insane?!" (Monoma screeched, his voice cracking.) "It’s not 'recycling,' it's desecration! It’s gross! It’s a biological hazard! Why is everyone in this class acting like this is just a quirky habit?!"

"Hey! Don't talk about them like they're some kind of freak!" (Mina Ashido yelled, slamming both hands on her desk as she stood up to defend you.) "They didn't choose this! You think they want to live like this?!"

"Mina is right, Monoma," (Midoriya said, his voice trembling slightly but laced with a sudden, intense seriousness. He stood up, his green eyes locked onto the Class 1-B student.) "You don't know anything about their past. It wasn't a natural quirk mutation. They were captured... they were experimented on by villains. Their biology was completely rewritten by force. It's a permanent medical condition they have to survive through, not a lifestyle choice!"

(Monoma flinched slightly at the mention of villain experimentation, his smug smile faltering for a split second before his dramatic defense mechanisms kicked back in.)

"Well—well, even if it's tragic, it's still dangerous! A biological hazard! How can you look at someone who was mutilated by villains to crave human flesh and think, 'Oh, yeah, that's totally hero material'?!"

"Actually," (Tsuyu Asui interjected, putting a finger to her chin.) "The fact that they survived those experiments and are still trying to become a hero instead of joining the villains proves their heart, kero. If it's a medical requirement to keep them alive because of what was done to them, we shouldn't judge them like normal people."

"We are civilized human beings!" (Monoma yelled, throwing his hands in the air, trying to shake off the heavy guilt in the room.) "Look at them sitting there! You're treating a fundamental horror like it's a tragic back-story buff! What if they get hungry during a joint training exercise? What if I copy their quirk and suddenly get an insatiable craving for Vlad King's shoulder?! Have you thought about the logistics?!"

"If you copied their quirk, you'd probably just cry and throw up from the sheer phantom pain of what they went through, you copycat leech," (Todoroki Shoto said bluntly, sipping his cold soba without looking up.)

"What did you say to me, half-and-half?!"

"Stop shouting," (Aizawa’s voice cut through the chaos like a frozen blade. His hair began to float, and his eyes glowed a menacing crimson as his capture scarf drifted around his shoulders. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.) "All of you. Sit down and shut up."

(Monoma froze, his bravado instantly evaporating under the Eraser Head glare. Aoyama quickly took a step back, smoothing down his cape and looking innocent.)

(Aizawa deactivated his quirk, his hair falling back onto his shoulders as he let out another heavy sigh. He turned his gaze slowly toward you, his expression holding a deep, protective sorrow that he quickly masked with his usual stoicism. Then he glared back at Monoma.)

"The school administration, the principal, and the Hero Ministry are fully aware of your classmate's situation," (Aizawa said, his voice flat and tired.) "Their dietary needs are managed under strict medical supervision, utilizing ethically and legally sourced materials that violate no laws, specifically prepared to counter the long-term cellular damage caused by the illegal experiments they endured. It is a biological necessity tied to their survival, not a pastime."

(Aoyama puffed out his chest, looking victorious.)

"Precisely as I said! Perfectly ethical, perfectly dead, perfectly fabulous! Sourced from the finest medical facilities to keep our dear friend sparkling and healthy!"

"Don't encourage them, Aoyama," (Aizawa snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose. He then pointed a lazy finger at Monoma.) "And Monoma. If you break into my classroom to weaponize a student's trauma and medical history again, I will have Vlad King assign you to legal ethics seminars for the rest of the semester. Get out."

(Monoma scoffed, crossing his arms and huffing dramatically as he backed toward the door, though his eyes lingered on you with a strange mix of lingering discomfort and a tiny hint of pity.)

"Fine! Keep your little tragedy! But don't come crying to Class 1-B when your headcount starts dwindling during finals!" With one last theatrical huff, he slammed the door behind him.

(Aoyama sighed dreamily, waving a hand toward the closed door.)

"Alas, some people simply lack empathy and taste. Don't let him ruin your appetite, my friend! We know you only eat what is already dead and gone!"

(The entire class slowly turns their eyes toward you, their expressions a mix of fierce protectiveness, gentle sympathy, and intense curiosity. Midoriya looks like he wants to offer you a reassuring smile, while Bakugo is still aggressively scowling at the door Monoma just left through.)

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