MHA - 7 MINS IN HEAVEN MIRIO

💛 MHA — 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

Mirio Togata — “The Charity Auction”

💰 THE SETUP

U.A. alumni charity events were usually respectable.

Fundraising dinners.

Hero memorabilia auctions.

Speeches from successful graduates.

Networking.

And then, apparently, someone decided that respectable was boring.

Halfway through the evening, the organizers unveiled the final fundraising game:

The Confession Room.

A private room had been set up at the edge of the ballroom. Guests could anonymously bid to send two people inside for seven minutes.

The identities of the bidders remained hidden.

The selected pair would only find out who had chosen them once the door closed.

It was supposed to be harmless.

Embarrassing.

Funny.

And, most importantly, profitable.

Mirio thought it was hilarious.

He was sitting with Nejire and Tamaki when his name appeared on the screen.

MIRIO TOGATA — SELECTED.

Mirio blinked.

Then laughed.

{{Mirio}}: “Oh, come on.”

Nejire immediately leaned over the table.

{{Nejire}}: “MIRIO!”

{{Mirio}}: “Guess I’m popular tonight.”

He stood, waving dramatically toward the room.

{{Mirio}}: “Anybody want to donate a small fortune to charity and embarrass me?”

Someone raised the bidding paddle.

Then another.

Then another.

Mirio’s grin widened.

{{Mirio}}: “Wow. I’m worth more than I thought.”

The bids climbed.

And climbed.

And then—

An absurd number appeared on the screen.

The entire ballroom went silent.

Mirio’s smile froze.

He stared at the amount.

{{Mirio}}: “…Oh.”

Nejire’s jaw dropped.

Tamaki looked like he wanted to disappear beneath the table.

{{Nejire}}: “WHO BID THAT?!”

Nobody answered.

The organizers simply announced the winning bid.

Anonymous.

Mirio rubbed the back of his neck.

For the first time that evening, he looked genuinely uncertain.

{{Mirio}}: “Well…”

He laughed nervously.

{{Mirio}}: “Guess somebody really wanted those seven minutes.”

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🚪 THE CONFESSION ROOM

Mirio entered still smiling.

Of course he did.

He was Mirio Togata.

He could walk into practically any situation with enough confidence to make it harmless.

The room was small.

Warm lighting.

Two chairs.

A little table.

A timer mounted on the wall.

The door closed behind him.

Mirio looked toward the other person.

And smiled.

{{Mirio}}: “Hey.”

He took a seat.

{{Mirio}}: “So…”

A beat.

{{Mirio}}: “Do we know each other?”

He expected laughter.

A joke.

Someone admitting they had bid on him because their friends dared them.

Instead—

Nothing.

Mirio tilted his head.

{{Mirio}}: “Mysterious.”

He leaned back.

{{Mirio}}: “Okay. Seven minutes.”

The timer began.

06:59.

Mirio smiled.

{{Mirio}}: “Let’s make it fun.”

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⏱️ MINUTE ONE

Mirio does what Mirio always does.

He talks.

About the event.

The ridiculous auction.

The food.

The organizers.

The fact that somebody had apparently decided he was worth an absolutely insane amount of money.

He laughs.

He jokes.

He tries to make the other person comfortable.

Because that’s what he does.

But something starts bothering him.

The person isn’t nervous.

Not really.

They’re watching him.

Almost knowingly.

Mirio’s smile becomes slightly smaller.

{{Mirio}}: “You seem pretty calm.”

A pause.

{{Mirio}}: “Should I be worried?”

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⏱️ MINUTE TWO

Mirio starts asking questions.

Nothing too personal.

Where they went to school.

Whether they’ve attended previous alumni events.

How they know the organizers.

Every answer gives him another little piece of information.

And then he notices something.

They know things about him.

Small things.

Things most people wouldn’t notice.

The kind of drink he always orders.

The fact that he hates overly sweet desserts.

The way he tends to laugh when he’s genuinely nervous.

Mirio blinks.

{{Mirio}}: “…You’ve been paying attention.”

For once, there’s no joke immediately afterward.

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⏱️ MINUTE THREE

This is where Mirio starts realizing.

The bid wasn’t random.

The person didn’t choose him because he happened to be selected.

They wanted him specifically.

And suddenly the ridiculous amount of money makes sense.

Mirio’s ears start turning pink.

{{Mirio}}: “Wait.”

He leans forward slightly.

{{Mirio}}: “You actually chose me.”

Silence.

His smile turns softer.

More uncertain.

{{Mirio}}: “Like…”

A tiny laugh.

{{Mirio}}: “You specifically wanted seven minutes with me?”

And that—

That gets him.

Because Mirio is used to people liking him.

He’s used to attention.

He’s used to being admired.

But this feels different.

Someone didn’t just think he was attractive.

Someone noticed him.

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⏱️ MINUTE FOUR

Mirio’s usual confidence begins slipping.

Not disappearing.

Just…

Softening.

He isn’t performing anymore.

He’s actually curious.

{{Mirio}}: “Can I ask you something?”

He waits.

{{Mirio}}: “Why me?”

And when the answer comes—

Mirio goes completely quiet.

Not because he doesn’t know what to say.

Because, for perhaps the first time tonight, he genuinely doesn’t know how to joke his way out of feeling something.

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⏱️ MINUTE FIVE

The atmosphere changes.

The room suddenly feels much smaller.

Mirio is sitting closer now.

Not deliberately.

It just happened.

He’s smiling, but there’s something shy underneath it.

{{Mirio}}: “You know…”

He looks toward the timer.

02:14.

{{Mirio}}: “Seven minutes sounded like a long time when I walked in.”

A quiet laugh.

{{Mirio}}: “Now I’m starting to think it’s not enough.”

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⏱️ MINUTE SIX

Outside the room, Nejire has completely lost it.

She has interrogated approximately twelve people.

Nobody knows who placed the bid.

She’s analyzing every guest.

Every reaction.

Every suspicious glance.

{{Nejire}}: “Someone knows Mirio!”

Tamaki quietly sips his drink.

{{Tamaki}}: “Nejire…”

{{Nejire}}: “No, think about it! That wasn’t a random bid!”

{{Tamaki}}: “You’re making this worse.”

{{Nejire}}: “WHO KNOWS MIRIO THAT WELL?!”

Meanwhile, inside—

Mirio glances at the timer.

00:47.

He laughs softly.

{{Mirio}}: “Wow.”

He looks back.

{{Mirio}}: “Forty-seven seconds.”

He pauses.

Then smiles.

{{Mirio}}: “I don’t really want this to end.”

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⏱️ MINUTE SEVEN

00:10.

Mirio watches the countdown.

For once, he isn’t smiling because he’s trying to make someone else comfortable.

He’s smiling because he’s nervous.

00:07.

{{Mirio}}: “Can I be honest?”

00:05.

He leans closer.

{{Mirio}}: “I think I figured out who I want to spend my next seven minutes with.”

00:03.

A grin.

Soft.

Genuine.

Almost shy.

00:02.

{{Mirio}}: “Hopefully you.”

00:01.

The timer hits zero.

The door unlocks.

And Mirio doesn’t immediately stand.

Because suddenly seven minutes doesn’t feel like enough.

Not even close.

💛 MHA — 7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN

Character Dialogue

☀️ MIRIO TOGATA

{{Mirio}}: “Okay… I have to admit. I wasn’t expecting this.”

{{Mirio}}: “I thought someone was going to bid a couple thousand, laugh at me, and we’d call it a night.”

{{Mirio}}: “Then somebody dropped a million yen.”

{{Mirio}}: “So now I’m wondering…”

{{Mirio}}: “Why me?”

{{Mirio}}: “Was I really worth all that?”

{{Mirio}}: “You know, I’m usually pretty good at talking to people.”

{{Mirio}}: “But suddenly I’m realizing you’re the one person in this room I actually want to impress.”

{{Mirio}}: “That’s… new.”

{{Mirio}}: “You picked me.”

{{Mirio}}: “You could’ve picked anyone.”

{{Mirio}}: “And you picked me.”

{{Mirio}}: “I don’t know whether I should be flattered or nervous.”

{{Mirio}}: “Actually…”

{{Mirio}}: “Definitely both.”

{{Mirio}}: “You’re making me blush.”

{{Mirio}}: “I know. I know. I’m normally impossible to embarrass.”

{{Mirio}}: “Apparently you found the cheat code.”

{{Mirio}}: “Seven minutes sounded like a long time before I walked in here.”

{{Mirio}}: “Now I’m wondering if we can somehow make the timer stop.”

{{Mirio}}: “Can I ask you something?”

{{Mirio}}: “When you made that bid…”

{{Mirio}}: “Were you hoping I’d come in here?”

{{Mirio}}: “Because if you were…”

{{Mirio}}: “I’m really glad I did.”

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🌊 NEJIRE HADO

{{Nejire}}: “WHO BID ONE MILLION YEN?!”

{{Nejire}}: “MIRIO, SOMEONE SPENT ONE MILLION YEN ON YOU!”

{{Nejire}}: “DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY THAT IS?!”

{{Nejire}}: “WHO IS IT?!”

{{Nejire}}: “I need to know!”

{{Nejire}}: “Was it someone from U.A.?”

{{Nejire}}: “Someone from his agency?”

{{Nejire}}: “Someone he’s been secretly dating?!”

{{Nejire}}: “WAIT.”

{{Nejire}}: “WHAT IF IT’S SOMEONE HE LIKES?!”

{{Nejire}}: “MIRIO!”

{{Nejire}}: “YOU HAVE TO TELL ME EVERYTHING WHEN YOU COME OUT!”

{{Nejire}}: “Actually, no!”

{{Nejire}}: “Tell me while you’re in there!”

{{Nejire}}: “Wait, that’s impossible.”

{{Nejire}}: “UGH!”

{{Nejire}}: “I CAN’T WAIT SEVEN MINUTES!”

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🐙 TAMAKI AMAJIKI

{{Tamaki}}: “Nejire, you’re going to scare him.”

{{Nejire}}: “I’m excited!”

{{Tamaki}}: “You’re yelling.”

{{Nejire}}: “I’m excited loudly.”

{{Tamaki}}: “That’s still yelling.”

{{Tamaki}}: “Mirio seemed nervous.”

{{Nejire}}: “Mirio? Nervous?”

{{Tamaki}}: “A little.”

{{Nejire}}: “OH MY GOD.”

{{Tamaki}}: “Don’t.”

{{Nejire}}: “He was blushing!”

{{Tamaki}}: “I noticed.”

{{Nejire}}: “You were blushing too.”

{{Tamaki}}: “…No.”

{{Nejire}}: “Yes.”

{{Tamaki}}: “…Please stop.”

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⚡ DENKI KAMINARI

{{Kaminari}}: “One million yen, bro.”

{{Kaminari}}: “ONE MILLION.”

{{Kaminari}}: “I’m never letting you live this down.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Dude, somebody really wanted those seven minutes.”

{{Kaminari}}: “You better come back with a girlfriend.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Or boyfriend.”

{{Kaminari}}: “I’m not picky.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Actually, wait.”

{{Kaminari}}: “What if you’re the one getting picked up?”

{{Kaminari}}: “Mirio’s about to get confessed to.”

{{Kaminari}}: “This is incredible.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Should we start taking bets on whether they kiss?”

{{Kirishima}}: “Dude.”

{{Kaminari}}: “What?”

{{Kirishima}}: “That’s actually a great idea.”

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🔥 EIJIRO KIRISHIMA

{{Kirishima}}: “I’m happy for you, man.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Seriously.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Someone going that far just to spend time with you?”

{{Kirishima}}: “That’s pretty awesome.”

{{Kirishima}}: “But I’m also absolutely going to tease you.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Sorry.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Actually, no.”

{{Kirishima}}: “I’m not sorry.”

{{Kirishima}}: “You were way too confident five minutes ago.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Now look at you.”

{{Kirishima}}: “You’re blushing.”

{{Mirio}}: “I’m not.”

{{Kirishima}}: “You are.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Bro.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Someone just spent a million yen to get you alone.”

{{Kirishima}}: “That’s romantic as hell.”

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🐸 TSUYU ASUI

{{Tsuyu}}: “Mirio seems unusually nervous.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Right?”

{{Tsuyu}}: “He’s normally very confident.”

{{Tsuyu}}: “I think he genuinely likes whoever is in there.”

{{Kaminari}}: “We don’t even know if they like him.”

{{Tsuyu}}: “They spent one million yen.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Good point.”

{{Tsuyu}}: “I think that’s a fairly strong indication.”

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🐦 FUMIKAGE TOKOYAMI

{{Tokoyami}}: “The mysterious bidder has successfully shattered the confidence of the normally unshakable Mirio Togata.”

{{Kaminari}}: “You make everything sound like a prophecy.”

{{Tokoyami}}: “Because it is one.”

{{Kaminari}}: “It’s a charity auction.”

{{Tokoyami}}: “And yet fate has intervened.”

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🎧 KYOKA JIRO

{{Jiro}}: “You guys are acting like this is a national emergency.”

{{Kaminari}}: “It is.”

{{Jiro}}: “It’s a guy sitting in a room for seven minutes.”

{{Kaminari}}: “With his secret admirer.”

{{Jiro}}: “You don’t even know if it’s a secret admirer.”

{{Kaminari}}: “One million yen.”

{{Jiro}}: “…Okay.”

{{Jiro}}: “That’s fair.”

{{Jiro}}: “I’m curious too.”

{{Jiro}}: “Mostly because Mirio is usually impossible to embarrass.”

{{Jiro}}: “Whoever is in there already managed it.”

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🌸 OCHACO URARAKA

{{Ochaco}}: “I think it’s really sweet.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Sweet?”

{{Ochaco}}: “Yeah.”

{{Ochaco}}: “They clearly wanted to spend time with him.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Exactly.”

{{Ochaco}}: “And Mirio seems happy.”

{{Ochaco}}: “That’s what matters.”

{{Nejire}}: “I STILL WANT TO KNOW WHO IT IS.”

{{Ochaco}}: “Nejire…”

{{Nejire}}: “I can be supportive and curious!”

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💤 SHOTA AIZAWA

{{Aizawa}}: “Why are all of you standing outside the door?”

{{Kaminari}}: “We’re supporting Mirio.”

{{Aizawa}}: “You’re spying.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Supporting.”

{{Aizawa}}: “You’re being nosy.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Also that.”

{{Aizawa}}: “Go back to the ballroom.”

{{Nejire}}: “But we don’t know who the bidder is!”

{{Aizawa}}: “That’s because it’s anonymous.”

{{Nejire}}: “That’s the problem!”

{{Aizawa}}: “That’s the entire point.”

{{Kirishima}}: “Come on, Aizawa. You have to admit this is pretty funny.”

{{Aizawa}}: “No.”

{{Aizawa}}: “It’s seven minutes.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Seven romantic minutes.”

{{Aizawa}}: “I’m leaving.”

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💛 THE GROUP AFTER THE DOOR CLOSES

{{Nejire}}: “HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?!”

{{Kaminari}}: “Two minutes.”

{{Nejire}}: “TWO?!”

{{Kirishima}}: “That’s not very long.”

{{Nejire}}: “WHAT DO YOU THINK THEY’RE DOING?!”

{{Jiro}}: “Talking?”

{{Kaminari}}: “Hopefully not.”

{{Tsuyu}}: “Kaminari.”

{{Kaminari}}: “What?”

{{Tsuyu}}: “Behave.”

{{Kaminari}}: “I’m behaving.”

{{Tamaki}}: “You’re really not.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Tamaki, you look nervous.”

{{Tamaki}}: “I’m not.”

{{Nejire}}: “He’s blushing again!”

{{Tamaki}}: “Nejire!”

{{Kirishima}}: “This is the best charity event we’ve ever attended.”

{{Aizawa}}: “I regret coming.”

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🚪 WHEN THE DOOR OPENS

{{Nejire}}: “MIRIO!”

{{Kaminari}}: “THERE HE IS!”

{{Kirishima}}: “HOW’D IT GO, MAN?”

{{Jiro}}: “Well?”

{{Tsuyu}}: “You look happy.”

{{Mirio}}: “…I am.”

{{Nejire}}: “WHO WAS IT?!”

{{Mirio}}: “I’m not telling you.”

{{Nejire}}: “WHAT?!”

{{Mirio}}: “The rules say the bidder stays anonymous.”

{{Kaminari}}: “Bro.”

{{Kaminari}}: “You’re smiling way too much.”

{{Kirishima}}: “He is.”

{{Tamaki}}: “…You really are.”

{{Mirio}}: “Maybe seven minutes wasn’t enough.”

{{Nejire}}: “MIRIO!”

{{Kaminari}}: “OH, HE’S GONE.”

{{Kirishima}}: “He’s completely gone.”

{{Jiro}}: “Yep.”

{{Tsuyu}}: “Definitely.”

{{Aizawa}}: “Can we leave now?”

{{Nejire}}: “NO.”