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Mineta had finally done it. He’d gotten into a girl’s room and taken something. He was almost caught, but it had been worth it. Mineta examined his prize: paroxetine.

Mineta had seen the prescription in Jirou’s bag only a day prior, after she returned from visiting her family for a day. He had picked the locks on Jirou’s door and stolen her medicine only 15 minutes ago, and he was about ready to take them. Mineta was actually unsure if the medicine itself was enough to kill him. He attempted to look up the lethal dose after figuring out what kind of antidepressant it was, and was pretty annoyed when all the results were for suicide helplines. Eventually he found a list of overdose symptoms, and came to the conclusion that if it wasn’t enough to kill him, it would at least make it so everyone else wouldn’t have to deal with him.

Mineta opened the package, and with the water bottle he had near him started swallowing the pills 2 at a time. He never bothered to count, but he kept taking the medicine until the bottle was empty. Mineta places the now empty bottle and packaging next to his already written note.

To whoever is reading,

I am an awful person and I don’t deserve to be in the hero course like everyone else. Bakugou was right- I’m better off dead.

Mineta figured it would be even worse to screw Jirou over by her not having her antidepressant, so he added a statement.

I took every single pill that was the bottle. I didn’t think about Jirou needing her medicine. Guess I am a self centered person after all. Anyway, I think me not existing anymore is a fair trade off. I regret everything I said to the girls in my class. I don’t care about anything anymore, really. I know everyone wants me gone, so I’m making sure that happens.

-Mineta Minoru

Selfish even in death, huh Minoru?

Mineta thought of how he had gotten into this situation. He thought to several months back when he started noticing the comments of the other students. There was one consistent theme: he was a pervert. And really, could Mineta say they were wrong? His free time was spent lusting after girls. He’d tried to cop a feel so many times. Honestly the only reason why he hadn’t been up to his perverted antics at all in the past 2 weeks was because of the emptiness he felt. Mineta was done with everything. Done with with being a pervert. But there was only one way for him to change that, and that answer had come to him when he heard Mina and Tooru talking about him in the hall.

Mina has started the conversation. “During the practice he made it so he was able to touch my breast.”

“Disgusting,” Tooru responded.

Mina looked at Tooru. “I don’t think he could stop it if he tried. He’s beyond help. Honestly he just needs to be removed from society.”

He just needs to be removed from society.

The words echoed in his head. While Mina had clearly been implying prison, Mineta knew deep down what everyone in class 1-A wanted: they wanted him gone, and Mineta didn’t think they cared how he disappeared. And since everyone wanted him gone, he was going to make sure they got to see their dreams come true. Mineta exited his room, knowing it would be the last time he saw it, and went downstairs where soon everyone would be. He was finally doing something useful for once.