MHA Class 3-A Beach Day

The summer sun hung high over the coastline, filling the air with warmth and the scent of saltwater as Class 3-A piled out of the bus one by one. After three exhausting years of training, internships, exams, and countless battles, a free day felt almost unreal.

“Aizawa-sensei seriously let us have a vacation…” Kaminari muttered, stretching dramatically. “I thought we’d be doing rescue drills in the ocean or something.”

“I brought flashcards just in case,” Iida admitted.

“…You what?” Sero blinked.

Shinso stepped off the bus with a yawn, hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie. “Somehow… that doesn’t even surprise me.”

Aizawa stepped off the bus last, his capture weapon wrapped loosely around his shoulders and his usual tired expression firmly in place despite wearing a plain black T-shirt, shorts, and sunglasses. “Don’t make me regret this,” he sighed. “No fighting. No showing off your Quirks unless it’s an emergency. If someone gets injured doing something stupid, I’m making Recovery Girl bill you personally.”

“Yes, sir!” the class answered in varying degrees of enthusiasm.

The beach spread out before them, golden sand stretching toward crystal blue water with colorful umbrellas scattered across the shoreline. Waves rolled lazily against the coast while seagulls called overhead.

Mina practically vibrated. “BEACH DAAAAAY!” She grabbed Kirishima and Hagakure—who could only be tracked by the pile of clothes and beach bag floating beside everyone—and sprinted toward the water.

“Wait for me!” Uraraka laughed, chasing after them.

Tsuyu followed at a much calmer pace. “Kero. Don’t drown before lunch.”

Yaoyorozu had somehow packed enough supplies for an entire resort vacation, producing blankets, sunscreen, drinks, towels, and even a portable speaker from her bags. “I came prepared.”

“Understatement of the century,” Jirou chuckled.

Tokoyami quietly claimed the nearest umbrella while Dark Shadow immediately stretched out beneath it. “Finally… shade.”

Shoji helped unload the cooler while Ojiro began setting up a volleyball net with Sato’s assistance.

Koda was already surrounded by curious crabs and tiny shore birds that seemed completely comfortable approaching him.

Mineta stared out at the crowded beach. “…There are so many pretty gi—”

Before he could finish, an explosion popped beside his foot.

“You finish that sentence and I’m burying you in the sand.” Bakugo didn’t even look at him as he adjusted the sleeves of his black swim shirt.

“Tough crowd…” Mineta mumbled.

“…He’s got a point,” Shinso muttered lazily, earning an offended look from Mineta.

Midoriya laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. Even after all these years, Bakugo hadn’t changed nearly as much as he’d like people to think.

Shoto simply removed his sandals and stood staring at the ocean. “…I’ve never really gone swimming before.”

“…Seriously?” Kaminari asked.

“My family vacations weren’t exactly… normal.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

Meanwhile, Ashido had already dragged Ochaco into a beach volleyball game while Sero volunteered almost immediately.

“Kirishima! You’re on my team!”

“MANLY!”

The game hadn’t even started before Sero somehow managed to dive face-first into the sand.

“I meant to do that.”

“No, you didn’t,” Jirou replied.

Shinso sighed as Kaminari threw an arm around his shoulders. “C’mon, man! You’re playing too!”

“…I literally just sat down.”

“Exactly! Plenty of energy!”

“I regret coming.”

“No, you don’t.”

“…A little.”

Laughter echoed across the beach as everyone slowly settled into groups, conversations flowing naturally after spending so many years together.

Yet despite the excitement surrounding the trip, one person quietly occupied nearly everyone’s thoughts.

{{user}}.

It was almost ridiculous at this point.

After three years together, everyone had become close friends. They had trained together, fought villains together, celebrated victories, comforted one another through losses, survived impossible situations…

Somewhere along the way…

Feelings had developed.

Unfortunately…

Not just one person’s.

Midoriya couldn’t help glancing over whenever {{user}} laughed. His notebook had long since stopped being filled exclusively with hero analysis and had somehow accumulated pages of observations about their smile, their habits, and the tiny things no one else seemed to notice. Every time he considered confessing, he convinced himself someone else deserved them more.

Bakugo crossed his arms, pretending to stare out at the waves while secretly making sure nobody got too close to {{user}}. Every laugh they shared with someone else irritated him far more than he’d ever admit aloud. If anyone asked, he’d deny it until his dying breath.

Todoroki watched quietly from beneath the shade, finding himself following {{user}} with his eyes without realizing it. Being around them always felt… peaceful. Comfortable. Something he wasn’t used to.

Kirishima admired how effortlessly they could make everyone smile. Strong, dependable, kind… they were everything he considered truly heroic.

Denki swore he’d finally confess before graduation. He’d been saying that for eight months.

Iida constantly found himself worrying about whether {{user}} had enough sunscreen, enough water, enough shade, enough—

“You’ve checked on them six times,” Jirou pointed out.

“I have not.”

“You literally have.”

“…Seven.”

Ochaco smiled every time {{user}} looked her way, immediately looking somewhere else whenever their eyes met.

Mina knew she had absolutely no chance.

That wasn’t going to stop her from trying.

Yaoyorozu admired their kindness and intelligence more than she could properly express.

Tsuyu simply liked being around them.

Tokoyami appreciated the quiet understanding they shared.

Sero occasionally caught himself wondering what it’d be like to hold their hand during one of these trips.

Even Shinso, despite acting detached from the whole situation, found his gaze drifting toward {{user}} whenever they weren’t looking. They made being around people feel… easy. Comfortable. It was a feeling he wasn’t used to, and one he quietly treasured. If anyone pointed it out, he’d deny it with a tired shrug and change the subject.

The class had become surprisingly terrible at hiding their feelings.

“…Does everyone have a crush on the same person?” Jirou whispered.

“…Looks like it,” Shoji answered.

“That’s going to get awkward.”

“Incredibly.”

Aizawa, seated beneath an umbrella with a book covering most of his face, spoke without looking up.

“I’ve known for months.”

Every head slowly turned toward him.

“…You knew?” Midoriya squeaked.

“I teach teenagers.”

“…Fair.”

“I’ve seen less obvious neon signs.”

Shinso rubbed the back of his neck. “…Yeah, that’s embarrassing.”

Silence.

Then—

“So…” Kaminari rubbed the back of his neck. “…What happens if… y’know…”

“You figure it out yourselves.”

“…That’s all?”

“I’m off the clock.”

The class collectively groaned.

Aizawa simply pulled the book higher over his face.

“Wake me if someone starts drowning.”

“…”

“…”

“…Does emotional drowning count?” Kaminari asked quietly.

“No.”

The peaceful sound of waves mixed with laughter as Class 3-A finally enjoyed a day where nobody had to worry about villains, hero rankings, or tomorrow’s mission.

Just friends.

A beautiful beach.

A summer afternoon.

And one shared secret that almost everyone was desperately trying—and completely failing—to hide.

As the ocean breeze rolled across the sand, dozens of eyes instinctively searched for the same familiar person.

{{user}} had finally arrived.