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The Grapevine Rift

Summary:

Mineta, the stupid perv, while on a mission to defeat a villain, is thrown into the multiverse and will meet the many good, evil and in between versions of himself.
And maybe he will finally become a better person?

Chapter 1: The First Universe

Chapter Text

Mineta was feeling lucky. He hadn’t been that lucky lately, with all the villain attacks and hard schoolwork, but today, his luck had finally arrived. Aizawa-sensei had come into the class this morning, told them that they were helping him capture a villain, to not ask questions, and to get into pairs.

 

It was Mineta’s lucky day, because he got paired with Tsuyu. Tsuyu was one of Mineta’s favorite girls in the class, even if his best friend, Kaminari, didn’t see the appeal. To Mineta, there was something oddly charming about her quiet confidence and straightforward attitude. The way she stayed calm under pressure only made her more appealing in his eyes. Paired with her drool-worthy body, Tsuyu was one of Mineta’s favorite girls.

 

Suddenly, Mineta’s daydreaming was broken by a swift slap of Tsuyu’s tongue. “You’re drooling, ribbit.” Mineta looked down, realizing that he was, in fact, drooling like a mad man. “Sorry… Heh.” They were standing in a alley, looking around the corner at a tall, skinny man wearing a trench coat with wild hair that was pitch black with white dots all through it. “That’s our villain.” Tsuyu said.

 

Mineta’s heart thumped, not from fear—but from excitement. This was it. His moment. If he could take this guy down, maybe Tsuyu would finally see him as more than just the class pervert. Or maybe she'd reward him with a hug. Or better. His mind went places it really shouldn’t mid-mission, but that only pushed him forward.

 

“I’ll handle this!” he whispered dramatically, stepping out from behind the wall like some tiny, purple knight. He hurled a cluster of his sticky balls toward the villain, aiming for the legs.

Then his foot hit a loose brick.

With a loud yelp, Mineta tumbled forward, arms flailing, his sticky projectiles flying wildly in every direction. He truly looked stupid, flailing like a baby trying to walk. He landed face-first in the middle of the alley with a squelch, stuck to the pavement.

The villain turned at the noise, eyes narrowing as he spotted the human grape sprawled on the ground like a splatted fruit. Slowly, a twisted grin formed on his face. He raised his hands, fingers twitching as glowing white particles began to swirl around them—his quirk was activating.

 

 

Mineta blinked, and suddenly, he was falling through a dark void, thousands of possibilities flashing before his eyes.

Worlds where he died.

Worlds where he was a famous hero.

Worlds where he was a famous villain.

 

And then—bam—a flash of white light.

The void collapsed, and he hit solid ground.

Hard.

His breath left him in a wheeze as his back met cold concrete. Fluorescent lights buzzed dimly above, flickering like they were on their last legs. Dust floated in the stale air. They were inside a warehouse—old, abandoned, and full of the kind of silence that knew something was watching.

Tsuyu landed beside him in a crouch, breathing steady, scanning the surroundings with practiced eyes. She didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared into the darkness ahead of them.

“Where are we?...” she finally murmured, but her voice barely escaped her lips before it was cut off by a low cough.

And then… a laugh.

Not loud. Not forced. It was casual. Confident. Cruel.

 

Heavy footsteps began echoing through the warehouse, slow and deliberate. The metallic clink of armored boots on concrete followed, getting louder, closer. From the shadows stepped a figure, half-shrouded in the dim light—short, no taller than Mineta, but with a presence that immediately dominated the room.

 

He had wild purple hair, spiked even more chaotically than Mineta’s, and a grin that curled too far, too wide. His eyes glowed faintly red, filled with glee, danger, and a flicker of madness.

 

He wore what looked like a villainized version of Mineta’s hero costume—tight, angular armor pieces laced in black and deep violet, and a jagged cape trailing behind him like dripping ink. Purple orbs, larger than Mineta’s usual ones, floated ominously around his shoulders like satellites orbiting a planet. They pulsed with energy, sticking to nothing but radiating threat.

Mineta’s stomach twisted.

This wasn’t just a villain.

This was him.

“Well, well, well,” the figure cooed, voice smooth like silk and slick like oil, “what do we have here?”

He stepped fully into the light now, spreading his arms in mock welcome.

“Some wannabe hero playing dress-up? You’ve got my look down, I’ll give you that,” he said, chuckling. “Though you’re missing the edge. The bite.”

Mineta froze, unsure whether to play along or run.

Tsuyu took a defensive stance, tongue twitching.

The figure tilted his head slightly, eyeing her with intrigue. “And you… Tsuyu, right? Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re in good hands.”

He grinned wider.

“Sticky hands, but good hands nevertheless.”

Chapter 2: The Rotten Grape

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Mineta scrambled to his feet, legs wobbling like a newborn deer. His coward side was on full display, his sweat mixing with tears that were slowly bubbling from his eyes. Tsuyu crouched protectively in front of him, tongue flicking the air, ready for a fight.

 

The villain stepped closer, each metallic tap of his boots ringing louder in Mineta's ears. That wide, shark-like grin never faltered.

"I’m sorry!! I think you’re me or I’m you!? I’m not sure, just stop!” Mineta shrieked, pointing a trembling finger at the twisted version of himself. "I don’t even know what’s happening! I swear!!"

The villain Mineta, not fazed by Mineta’s cries, just chuckled darkly, reaching up and casually plucking one of the floating purple orbs from the air beside him. He tossed it in his palm like a baseball, the sticky orb squishing like a stress ball with every catch.

"You’re not very intimidating, are you?” he said, voice dripping with amusement.

 

Mineta, kinda insulted, took frantic steps backward until he bumped into a pile of old crates. " Listen! One minute I was just—uh—standing there, trying to defeat this villain, and then Tsuyu and I were sucked into some freaky black hole thingy and then I woke up here!! I don't even know what's going on!”

The villain tilted his head curiously. "Black hole, huh? Hah... that's cute. Maybe fate's got a sense of humour after all."

Tsuyu glanced sideways at Mineta; her face impassive but her tongue twitching slightly.

"You obviously didn’t read up on the villain. Take this." she said bluntly, tossing Mineta a piece of paper.

 

 

Villian Report

Name: Kanzaki Uchi, also known as Warper.

Quirk: Rift.

Allows the user to teleport their targets into a random alternate universe. If the user uses the quirk again after teleporting a target to an alternate universe, the target will be taken from its current universe and thrown into another.

 

 

"Wait, so if Warper uses his quirk, we can get out of here?” Mineta blurts out, hope appearing on his face.

Suddenly, Mineta felt a presence behind him. He quickly spun around to see Villian Mineta peering behind his shoulder. The villain Mineta raised his eyebrow. “So… you are me from a different universe?”

 

Tsuyu’s frown deepened, as she slowly wrapped a hand around Mineta, pulling him away and making him blush.

Meanwhile, the villain laughed, twirling another sticky orb between his fingers like it was a coin.
"I wonder what happened to make me want to be a hero.” he said lazily. "I guess you were treated better than I was…”

"Well, not really, I was treated pretty bad.” Mineta babbled, thinking of all the punishments he had received. “But I guess I kinda deserved them…” He whispered, quiet enough for only Villian Mineta to hear.

The villain stalked toward him, slow and unbothered. He pointed a finger at Mineta’s chest, eyes gleaming.
"You and I are two sides of the same disgusting, greedy little coin. Only difference? I stopped lying to myself."

 

Villain Mineta’s grin twisted into something darker, more jagged, smiling like no human has ever smiled.

“You know what happened to me, back in my universe?” he said softly, fingers twitching as more orbs plucked themselves from his hair and began orbiting him, oozing with purple goo. “I used to be just like you, drooling, daydreaming about the girls in class. But one day... they got tired of it.”

Mineta’s blood ran cold as Villian Mineta’s eyes went foggy as he reminisced on a terrible memory.

“They got really tired of it,” Villain Mineta continued, voice turning brittle, his balls curling and pulsing with anger. “Momo got fed up. Ochako snapped. Even Tsuyu…” he glanced at her, eyes narrowing, his hate burning in his eyes. “She held me down while Yaoyorozu hurt me. She abused me. Kinda like dear old Mom used to. But that was a little different.”

With those words, both Villian Mineta and Mineta flinched, shaken to their core. Villian Mineta quickly shook it off and continued.

“They said I needed to learn boundaries. Said I was disgusting. Said this was for my own good.”

He clenched his fist, and an orb beside him exploded mid-air, spraying globs of goo like shrapnel, barely missing Mineta and Tsuyu.

 

“They weren’t wrong,” Villian Mineta hissed, slowly and menacingly strolling towards a cowering Mineta. “But they didn’t punish me like a classmate. They punished me like a monster.”

He took a step forward, his balls trailing behind him like a swarm of angry wasps.

“I spent weeks in Recovery Girl’s ward. Couldn’t even walk straight. And when I left, Aizawa just looked away. Like I deserved it. Like I wasn’t worth fixing.”

 

Suddenly, Tsuyu leapt forwards, tongue whipping out, only for it to be intercepted by Villain Mineta, who leapt with surprising power into the air and yanked her tongue aside and slammed it into a wall with crushing force, rubble falling onto her heavily injured body.

“TSUYU!” Mineta screamed, his eyes the size of dinner plates, horror shown in every inch of his body.

“Cute how protective you are,” Villain Mineta sneered, his voice cracking with anger, rivalling even Bakugo’s fury.  “You think she’d do the same for you in a few years? After you’ve annoyed her enough? Maybe she’ll break your ribs like mine.” Villian Mineta patted a brace that was wrapping around his chest, something that Mineta originally thought was just part of his costume, but it was obviously now keeping Villian Mineta’s injuries in check.

 

Tsuyu let out a quiet groan, her eyes flickering, the fight taken out of her. Her eyes met Mineta’s, steady, urgent.

Fight.

But Mineta couldn’t. His legs were jelly. His hands were trembling. His vision was blurred, and he was covered in goosebumps.

Villain Mineta’s steps grew heavier, rage in his every footfall.

 

“You know what saved me?” he growled. “Dabi. He found me lying, alone and dying behind the dorms. He laughed. Said I looked like potential. Said, ‘Maybe you're just in the wrong story.’ And you know what? He was right.”

He hurled an orb straight at Mineta, massive and glowing with unstable energy.

Mineta flinched, and just as it looked like this was the end-

 

ZZZZT.

 

The familiar blackness of falling through the multiverse replaced the warehouse. The blackness faded and suddenly Mineta and Tsuyu were falling.

The sky screamed around them, clouds tearing past. Mineta flailed uselessly, watching the ground rush up to meet them.

"This is it! I'm gonna die!" he shrieked, arms pinwheeling.

Suddenly, a blur of purple, white, and gold rocketed through the clouds. A massive hand seized Mineta by the back of his uniform, another grabbed Tsuyu.

Mineta stared up—and gasped.

 

It was... him.
But taller. Muscular. His hair was neatly slicked back, his jaw sharp, his purple hero suit gleaming with a proud grape emblem on the chest, like a royal superhero.
A crimson cape whipped behind him.

 

"Don't worry!" boomed this Mineta, flashing a confident grin.
"I am here!”

Chapter 3: Mighty Grape

Summary:

A longer chapter for you all.

Chapter Text

Mineta blinked as the wind howled past his ears. He was still shaken by the last universe, mistakes and memories tangled in his brain. Tsuyu hung limply in Hero Mineta’s arm, clearly hurt.

 

Hero Mineta glanced down, his smile faltering. “She’s injured. And you…” his eyes slowly traced down to Mineta and narrowed “You look like… me?”

Shaking his head free of questions, Hero Mineta grunted, then shifted his course, soaring across the sky until the clouds parted to reveal a massive, ivy-covered estate built into a cliffside. It looked truly like a hero’s mansion.

They touched down smoothly onto a pristine marble balcony, both Mineta’s capes still waving in the wind.

Gently lying Tsuyu onto the soft grass, Hero Mineta quickly turned to Mineta. “Get inside,” Hero Mineta said firmly. “My wife will take care of her.”

Like a cartoon character, Mineta’s jaw dropped, and his skin turned pale. “Y-Your what now?” Mineta stammered.

Before Mineta could fully process what was happening, the tall double doors slid open, quietly revealing something that made an already shocked Mineta almost pass out.

 

It was Tsuyu.

But not the Tsuyu he knew.

 

This version looked pretty much the same, only she just felt different. Instead of the Tsuyu Mineta knew, this Tsuyu wasn’t hunched over, instead holding herself like a supermodel, hand on a curved hip. This version wore a sleek, high-waisted jumpsuit in shades of green, showing off her plentiful curves. Her hair was styled into a loose side braid, her stance casual but commanding, like she was used to walking into rooms and owning them without needing to raise her voice.

 

Her eyes quickly locked onto the unconscious Tsuyu in Hero Mineta’s arms.

“What the hell? That is freaky,” Hero Tsuyu said, walking over with calm urgency. “She looks exactly like I did in high school.”

“She fell from the sky with this other kid when I was on patrol.” Hero Mineta explained.  “She’s hurt.”

Then Hero Tsuyu noticed Mineta, who was cowering behind Hero Mineta, nervously fiddling with his hands. Hero Tsuyu looked Mineta up and down, smirking. “And you look just like my husband when he was young.”

 

Mineta blinked like he’d just been hit with a frying pan. “You’re… married to him?”

Hero Mineta chuckled. “Yup. Pulled me up one day and taught me how to be better. We got close quick.”

Hero Tsuyu laughed, her tongue zooming out her mouth, wrapping up Tsuyu and taking her into a room labelled ‘Med Bay’. Her tongue zoomed back into Hero Tsuyu’s mouth.

Mineta grinned, taken aback by this new version of Mineta. “You’re so… cool.”

“Yeah, I get that a lot,” she said casually. “Come on inside.”

 

Hero Tsuyu guided both Minetas further into the mansion revealing a modern, open-concept mansion with warm lights, soft purple and green tones, a classic design mixed with high-tech design. Floating photos lined the walls, one of Hero Mineta shaking hands with All Might, another of Tsuyu standing on top of a pile of rubble, injured civilians wrapped in her tongue. However, the photo that shook Mineta the most was one photo, the two of them held a toddler with wild grape-coloured curls.

“This is insane,” he mumbled. “This place is insane. You two are insane. In a good way.”

 

Mineta was trembling so hard he could barely get a word out. Luckily, Hero Mineta broke the silence first, arms crossed as he gave him a once-over and smirked.
“Alright, talk. Why do you look like me back when I was still shorter than my own backpack?”

Mineta took a deep breath, massaged his forehead, then explained, “We were fighting a villain called Warper and he had this cool quirk called Rift. It threw us into another universe, in which there was an evil version of… me. He almost killed us. Luckily, Warper used his quirk again in our original universe, which caused us to end up here.”

Tsuyu paused in the doorway. Her expression shifted to something colder. “Evil you?”

Mineta nodded. “He was bad, bad. His past was different from mine, I guess if I was treated well in this universe, he was treated bad in his universe. Tsuyu protected me, but she paid the price.”

Tsuyu’s jaw clenched slightly, but she didn’t say anything right away. After a long breath, she spoke quietly. “We’ll take care of her. And we’ll figure this out.”

 

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Hero Mineta led Normal Mineta through the quiet, polished hallway, away from the med bay in which Hero Tsuyu was helping Tsuyu heal. At the end of the hall was a golden door, labelled with ‘Study’.  Inside the room was a small room with shelves filled with books, trophies, old newspapers and other pieces of memorabilia.  Mineta fidgeted with his sleeves, still overwhelmed. “S-So… you gonna explain how you became this?” he asked, waving his hands in Hero Mineta’s vague direction, referencing Hero Mineta’s broad frame and confident aura.

 

Hero Mineta gave a small smile and walked to a stand in the corner of the room. Resting in a crystal case that was lit by a gentle spotlight, as if it was an important piece in a museum was an old, shattered green mask. A tattered, familiar red glove sat beside it.

 

"That's Deku’s," Hero Mineta said, voice softer now. “His mask. He gave it to me after he passed it on…”

Mineta’s eyes widened, and he began to shake again. “Wait, what? He gave me One for All?”

Hero Mineta nodded, slowly. “Final battle. Shigaraki was in his final form, fusing with something none of us could stop. Deku was already worn down—Quirk burning out, body breaking. He knew he wouldn’t make it.”

He placed a hand on the glass, eyes distant. “I was just support. Still clumsy. Still underestimated. But Deku saw something. Said I was the only one left who still believed in everyone—even myself.”

Mineta's throat tightened. “He chose you…”

Hero Mineta turned, face solemn. “I didn’t want it. I didn’t feel worthy. But he just smiled and said, ‘Sometimes the smallest grape can shake a mountain.’ Then he touched my hand.”

Mineta stared in silence, awe-struck.

Hero Mineta’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I felt it. That surge. Like a thousand voices shouting hope through my bones. And then—boom—I was up. I fought beside Tsuyu, Bakugo, Iida... and we ended it.”

He stepped back, folding his arms. “It took years to control. Years to be more than just the comic relief. But now?” He looked straight at Mineta, no smugness, only sincerity. “Now I use One for All the way Deku hoped it’d be used. For people who feel too small to matter.”

Mineta wiped his eyes before the tears could fall.

 

Just then, soft laughter echoed from down the hall. Hero Tsuyu’s voice drifted through—comforting and light.

“She’s doing okay,” Hero Mineta said, glancing toward the door. “Tsuyu’s been healing her. She’s stubborn, but strong. Just like… your Tsuyu.”

Mineta nodded. He swallowed hard.

 

“So, what now?”

Hero Mineta smiled faintly. “We need to talk, man.”

 

Mineta stopped in his tracks and turned to Hero Mineta. “W-what?” Hero Mineta leaned against the desk, arms crossed, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “You think you’re hopeless? Man, I was worse. I could’ve been arrested if it wasn’t for Tsuyu, Kaminari and the others.”

He nodded toward the hallway, where the faint sound of passionate chatter echoed from the med bay. “Now she calls me ‘babe’, sometimes ‘daddy,’ if I’m lucky.”

Mineta choked, blood shooting out his nose like a cannon, while Hero Mineta laughed, passing Mineta a tissue. “Dude?!

Hero Mineta turned serious, putting a hand on Mineta’s shoulder. “Point is, if I can turn things around, so can you. We’re the same person after all. You just gotta stop being the creep she’s disgusted of and start being the gentleman that she’d fall in love with.”

Mineta blinked, wiping blood from his nose. “…You really think I could?”

Hero Mineta grinned. “Of course you can.”

 

A comfortable silence filled the room as the two smiled happily at each other. Suddenly, the peace was shattered by both versions of Tsuyu charging into the room, out of breath and panicked. The second they both entered the room; loud alarms went off all around the mansion. Hero Tsuyu ran over to Hero Mineta and grabbed him. “There’s a massive purple portal on the front lawn,” she said, voice sharp with urgency. “Tsuyu thinks it’s the same kind that brought them here.”

 

Hero Mineta scowled and ran to his desk, opening a laptop and activating a security camera application. Everyone quickly huddled around the screen to see what was happening. The portal hovered just inches above the front lawn, swirling violently with deep violet and electric purple energy. It pulsed like a heartbeat, cracks from the portal began to spread through the air like flailing tendrils.

“It’s unstable,” Hero Tsuyu murmured, eyes narrowed. “Like it’s forcing itself open.”

From the centre of the portal, multiple dark silhouettes flickered into view, vague, shifting, but unmistakably human.

Tsuyu groaned. “Great, more versions of Mineta, ribbit.” Hero Tsuyu nudged her and frowned. “Hey, remember what I said.” Mineta, confused, turned to Hero Mineta, only to get a shrug.

 

Mineta’s attention was brought back to the screen, in which he saw three figures, all who look like him.

The first walked like a soldier but dressed like a mercenary. His suit was a surprisingly fancy tuxedo tailored over tactical armour, grenades clipped neatly to his belt, and a massive revolver hanging at his side. His gaze was steely, unreadable, his entire body pulsing with uncontrollable anger.

 

The second figure was familiar,. He burst from the portal with fists clenched, costume torn and patched with leather and steel. His mask was half-broken, revealing a face twisted by fury. Mineta flinched instinctively. He knew this one. The voice, the twisted grin, this was the version who had nearly killed him, the one who burned with betrayal and pain. The one who called himself the monster they all made.

 

And the last... crept forward like a shadow. Tall, slow, draped in a white coat splattered with faded, bloody handprints. His entire face was wrapped in filthy bandages, only one dull, dead eye peeking through. He said nothing, a disgustingly bloody knife gripped in his hand. The only sign he was a Mineta was his height and the balls bursting out of his bandages. He didn’t need to speak, his silence screamed.

 

The room was frozen.
Mineta whispered, “That’s me… all of them are me.”
Hero Mineta’s jaw clenched. “No. They’re what you could be.”

Chapter 4: The Grape Battle

Summary:

Sorry that this chapter is shorter, I'm dealing with exams right now. If someone haves any suggestions on how I should change it, I will most likely update this fic.

Chapter Text

The wind howled as the portal sizzled shut behind them, sealing the three intruders in the world that wasn’t theirs. Villian Mineta, fury etched in every move his body made, pointed a shaking finger at the manor. “MINETA! COME OUT NOW!”

 

Hero Mineta smirked and turned on a microphone connected to the cameras. “Which one?” Mercenary Mineta chuckled and elbowed Villian Mineta, who shoved him away. With a snarl, Villain Mineta ripped one of his bubbling orbs that was floating around him and hurled it at the front doors to the manor, the impact exploded in a blast of gooey force, shattering the entrance into splinters.

 

Smoke and debris curled into the foyer as the trio stepped through. Hero Mineta quickly turned to Hero Tsuyu and made a hand signal. “Tsuyu, you take the other younger Tsuyu and take on the bandaged guy. This Mineta and I will take on the other two.” Hero Tsuyu nods and turns to Tsuyu, only to see Tsuyu already charging out to the courtyard. “God damn it…” Hero Tsuyu sighs, before leaping after Tsuyu.

 

Mineta was panicking, following Hero Mineta, who was glowing with crackling, purple energy. Suddenly, Villian Mineta smashed through a wall, his balls flying this way and that. Screaming like a mad man, he threw a collection of balls at Hero Mineta, who quickly dodged it, before dashing forward, throwing a powerful upper cut, sending Villian Mineta flying back out into the garden. Hero Mineta spun back to Mineta and grinned, sending a feeling of power through Mineta’s entire body. “I’ll take care of this guy. You got this.”

 

With that, Hero Mineta flew out into the garden, leaving Mineta alone, standing, frozen with fear, in the destroyed manor. “You can do this, you can do this!” he stammered, clutching his head, sweat slicking his palms. The lights above flickered violently, and when they flashed back on, Mercenary Mineta was right behind him, a M4A1 clutched in his gloved hands. “Ah, so we finally meet, Mineta. Personally, I don’t want to kill myself, but the boss paid quite a lot…” Before Mineta could even blink, Mercenary Mineta began to shoot. Everything seemed to slow, like in one of those movies, the bullets slowly growing closer and closer to Mineta.

 

Mineta didn’t know what happened, but his legs moved.

 

The spray of bullets tore through the air, colliding into the ground where Mineta had just stood. Throwing his balls and quickly leaping on them, sending himself flying around the corridor like a pinball. Mineta came to a sudden stop as he slammed into a wall behind a cupboard, as Mercenary Mineta fired round after round. Madly glancing around for something that Mineta could use to fight back, Mineta’s gaze finally landed on a dark purple baton that had fallen out of its frame on the wall. The baton gleamed faintly, labelled in neat handwriting: “Pop-off Resistant Baton. Designed by Hatsume Mei.” Without hesitation, Mineta lunged forward, fingers curling tightly around the grip, ready to fight back.

 

 

Nearby in the courtyard, the wind howled loudly, scattered petals from a large cherry blossom tree like confetti at a festival. Tsuyu quietly followed Hero Tsuyu, both searching for the Killer Mineta. Suddenly, a terrible cackle pierced the air, catching Tsuyu of guard, Hero Tsuyu wasn’t fazed, she simply raised her fists, ready for battle.

 

Shuffling forwards from behind the cherry blossom, Killer Mineta continued to laugh like a mad man, swinging a giant knife around wildly. Tsuyu was shocked by this Mineta. His eyes glinted with something unhinged, something far beyond the perverted, goofy coward she knew. His uniform, covered by a stained white coat, was smeared with dark stains, and his iconic purple balls bursting out of his bandages, were more like disgusting tumours then weird cartoonish balls. Tsuyu stared, frozen.

“That… that’s Mineta?” she croaked, eyes wide. “No way…”

 

Killer Mineta’s mouth, the only thing not covered by bandages, curled into a manic grin that could The Joker to shame. His mouth slowly peeled open, his chapped lips cracking, revealing chipped, yellow teeth.

 

“Y-your fault...”

 

Without warning, he lunged, swinging the giant knife with terrifying speed. Hero Tsuyu jumped forward, blocking the blade with a swift, powerful strike of her fist, her stance firm and unwavering. Tsuyu shook herself, clearing her thoughts, and quickly leaped into battle.

 

 

Meanwhile, inside the manor, Mineta was panting, his chest heaving as he stood over Mercenary Mineta, now pinned to the floor by three of Mineta’s balls.

 

“You’re… not bad,” Mercenary Mineta wheezed, coughing. “Guess you are me after all…”

 

Mineta grinned, a feeling of pride pulsing in his chest, only to be interrupted by a blast that shook the manor. Outside, Hero Mineta and Villain Mineta were locked in a thunderstorm of blows and orbs. Tsuyu stepped in through the broken windows, blood on her sleeve but her gaze calm. Hero Tsuyu followed close behind. “You alright?” Tsuyu asked, her voice gentle. Mineta swallowed, then nodded. “I think I just kicked my own ass.” Tsuyu blinked, then gave a quiet, rare smile. “Good.”

 

Then, everything went wrong. The familiar feeling of being warped grabbed Mineta and Tsuyu, everything turning purple and black. The last thing Mineta saw was Hero Mineta being thrown at him by a Villian Mineta, who was pulsing purple.

 

And then they were gone.