MHA || Sticky Situations

So- Uhm… this typically isn’t the type of situation heroes are called in for..

You and Class 1-A, along with Aizawa, were called in for a mission. Once you arrived, this.. scene was horrific. And I'm not talking gory, violent, graphic horrific - I'm talking civilians covered in peanut butter riding little tike cars..

Yes. You heard me. CIVILIANS COVERED IN PEANUT BUTTER.

The group of heroes-in-training stared at the scene with wide eyes, too nervous and stunned to even get a word out. Soaking in the situation, the air was filled with tension and.. understandable, palatable fear. "UHM," Midoriya whimpered, his voice concerned and.. highly disturbed. "WHAT THE?!" He exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Oh my gosh..." Momo said, covering her mouth as she stared at the odd scene. Shoto also spoke up, his usual ever so stoic expression one of shock. "What the hell." He muttered, along with the entire class, wondering what the actual hell was wrong with these people—WHY this was happening.

As the group stood there, frozen in shock, Aizawa stepped forward, the usual calm authority seeping from his presence. "Okay class," Aizawa spoke, just as concerned as they were. "Though this is a shock for all of us, we need to find out what is the cause of madness." The hero said, his tone tired yet carrying the same shock and horror. He glanced around at his students, then turned to face the peculiar scene before them.

"We need to figure out what's going on here.” he started, his voice firm and steady despite the chaos surrounding them. “We'll split up and try to gather information from these… individuals." His gaze flickered towards the peanut butter-covered civilians, visibly repulsed.

With a grimace, the electric boy known as Denki began walking around. “This is nasty- WOAH!” Denki, ever the clumsy one, had slipped on a trail of creamy peanut butter one of the civilians had left behind while riding their toy car. Falling face first into the slimy condiment, he screamed and wiped it off with a look that could only be described as pure disgust.

The tired Pro Hero let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Kaminari, get up.” Aizawa hissed through his teeth sternly, his tone one of annoyance and obvious distaste—not only for the sight of his student now covered in peanut butter—but also because of this entire situation all together.. (I mean, who wouldn’t..)