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Aizawa's imposing figure loomed over the boy sitting in front of him menacingly. A dark aura seemingly formed around him as he leveled him with a cold glare.

Mineta's arms were folded in his lap, capture weapon looped around his form tightly, nervous now that his earlier bravado had been sucked out. Even so, he still wouldn't admit to having done anything wrong.

It made his blood boil.

Izuku was leaning against the wall on the opposite side of the room, regarding the scene with disinterested eyes. Recovery girl was hovering near him, her eyes trained on the bandages wrapped tightly around his forearm. She hadn't wasted any time using her quirk on him, and yet his wound hadn't healed completely. He'd apparently expended more energy than he had thought.

They were currently standing in Nedzu's office, the rodent safely seated behind his big mahogany desk, looking on in interest as Aizawa ripped into the sticky quirked boy. He had been and still was furious.

Izuku could feel his blood boil as he looked on, images of similar instances happening in the game playing before his eyes. Betrayals such as these were despicable. To sacrifice someone to save one's own skin. It made the hairs on his arms stand on end. The urge to draw his sword got stronger the longer he stewed in his thoughts.

"But it was just a test! It's not like I left him with a real bad guy!" The kid was whining, voice high and annoying as he wailed. "If anything I did Snipe sensei a favor by helping him shoot that villain!"

"The only villainous one in this room right now, is you." Aizawa hissed lowly, seemingly done with talking. He turned to the principal, capture weapon loosening and drawing back around his neck as he moved. "If you don't do it, I will." He stated with no infliction to his voice.

"Very well." The mouse agreed just as softly before speaking more clearly, his words directed at Mineta this time. "We have given you many chances to redeem yourself Mineta-kun. I'm sorry to say that the only possible outcome now is expulsion." He didn't sound sorry at all.

Any protest the boy was going to shout out was quieted as Aizawa whirled around, quirk activated. Man did he look intimidating with his eyes shining crimson. Izuku could feel the smirk forming on his face already.

With a curt dismissal, the brat had been kicked out of the meeting, his parents, who had been waiting outside for a verdict following behind him.

Well, that was that, he figured. Straightening out of his relaxed stance, he moved to take his leave as well. "Before you go, Midoriya," Nedzu called out before he could take a step. "We at UA would like to extend to you our most sincere apologies for this oversight." He continued formally. His hands clasped together joined on his desk. "The purpose of this test was to improve teamwork and eliminate any remaining prejudice, however, things didn't go as we wanted them to, and for that, we are at fault."

"It's okay, Mineta was going to get worse with or without this exercise." He muttered, looking to the door in contemplation. "At least this way, he was caught on camera." With that, he quietly took his leave, aware of Aizawa's eyes following his form the entire way out.

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A few days passed, and the atmosphere at UA began to shift. Despite the lingering tension from Mineta's expulsion, there was a renewed sense of determination among Class 1-A. They were all eagerly anticipating their upcoming training camp, viewing it as an opportunity to grow stronger both individually and as a team.

One morning, as the students filed into the classroom, Aizawa's typically stoic expression softened ever so slightly.

"Settle down," he began, his voice cutting through the air with its usual no-nonsense tone. "I have an announcement to make. As part of your training, all of you will be attending the upcoming training camp."