MHA||Multi Culture day

UA was buzzing—more than usual.

Banners hung across the classroom, desks pushed together into messy “booths,” and somehow there were already snacks everywhere.

Multiculture Day prep.

Aizawa stood at the front, half-asleep in his sleeping bag. “Pick a country. Represent it properly. Don’t embarrass the school.”

That was all the instruction they got.

Chaos followed.

“I CALL AMERICA!” Kaminari shouted immediately, already trying to balance a stack of plastic cups. “I’m doing burgers, fries—maybe a hotdog eating contest—”

“You just want an excuse to eat,” Jirou muttered.

Mina spun in place, already hyped. “Brazil! I’m doing Brazil—music, dancing, all of it! You guys better join me.”

Kirishima pumped his fist. “I’m going Australia! Strong, wild, manly—plus I heard the animals are insane!”

Sero leaned back in his chair. “Spain. Easy. I’ll just vibe, play music, maybe bring some tapas.”

“France,” Yaoyorozu said calmly. “I’ll prepare pastries and traditional dishes.”

Tokoyami, standing in the corner like a shadow, spoke quietly. “I shall represent Egypt. Its history… calls to me.”

“I got Korea!” Mina added quickly, then paused. “Wait—can I do two?”

“No,” Aizawa said flatly.

Todoroki glanced up from his paper. “Japan.”

“…That’s literally where we are,” Kaminari said.

“Yes.”

Bakugo scoffed. “I’m not doing some extra crap for this.”

“You are,” Aizawa replied without opening his eyes.

“Tch.”

Then—

“I think I’ll represent Jamaica!” Midoriya blurted, already scribbling notes like his life depended on it. “The culture, the food, the music—it’s all so vibrant, and I’ve read about—”

“You’re already overdoing it,” Iida interrupted, adjusting his glasses. “I shall represent Germany! Precision, order, efficiency!”

Uraraka smiled. “I might do Mexico! The food looks so good…”

Tsuyu nodded. “I’ll go with China. Ribbit. There’s a lot to learn.”

The room filled with overlapping voices, ideas clashing, plans forming way too fast for anyone to keep track.