"Today was seriously the most fulfilling day ever~"
After parting ways with Midoriya Izuku at a crosswalk, Konata looked up at the night sky, her face full of emotion.
After all, today had been a pretty great day—free training dummy, free food, and a whole day of refreshing sea breeze. Where else could you find a life like this?
She safely followed the road back to Midnight-sensei's house. Standing at the front door, Konata knocked lightly.
Not long after, Midnight-sensei, dressed casually with soaking wet hair and a comb in hand, opened the door for her.
"You're getting back kinda late, aren't you?"
Closing the door, Midnight looked displeased as she eyed the sandy mess Konata had brought home.
"Ugh…"
Konata glanced at her phone and replied confidently.
"It's only just eight! The beautiful nightlife is only beginning, okay?"
"Children shouldn't be saying things like 'nightlife.'"
With a karate chop to the top of Konata's head, Midnight ignored her defensive crouch and headed into the bathroom.
"Go find some clothes and get ready for a bath. I'll finish drying my hair."
"…Okay."
Konata watched her retreating figure with grievance. She wanted to return the head-chop favor, but given her current height, she'd need to jump off a chair just to reach Midnight's head…
God, I hate being short.
Rummaging through her painfully small pile of luggage, Konata found a cheap set of pajamas, then slowly shuffled off toward the bathroom, clothes in hand.
Midnight lived alone, so it was just the two of them in the house. Back in the day, Konata might've been excited by that. But ever since turning into a loli herself, all she saw around her… were more lolis.
So, is the peak of lolicon… becoming a loli yourself?
Confident she'd remain emotionally composed, she confidently stepped into the bath—and promptly mentally collapsed.
Wait. Was… was this meant to be a shared bath!?
Throughout the entire bath, Konata stayed in a stunned, almost doll-like state—completely still. Even when she crawled into bed, she hadn't mentally recovered.
If she hadn't already grown used to her new body, she was sure she'd have had a fatal nosebleed. She was barely holding it together as-is.
That night, only one dilemma consumed her thoughts:
Is flat justice? Or is bust size king?
She didn't sleep a wink.
—
The next day, when she entered class, her face was decorated with two massive dark circles under her eyes—full-on panda mode.
While Asui Tsuyu and Uraraka Ochako gathered curiously around her desk, wondering about the panda eyes, Midoriya entered the classroom…
…with his own matching panda eyes.
Thus, the endangered species doubled in number.
Ochako glanced at Konata's face, then turned to Midoriya's, and finally gave a knowing nod. She patted Konata's shoulder with a look of pure understanding.
"I get it. You don't have to say anything."
"Huh?"
Konata, just about to start whining about her long night, froze.
You get it? What exactly do you think you understand?? I haven't even said anything yet!?
Before she could ask Ochako what exactly she was misunderstanding, Aizawa Shota—his face and neck still wrapped in bandages—walked into the room.
"Let's go over this afternoon's schedule."
He got straight to the point. His eyes scanned over Konata briefly before returning to his usual expressionless tone.
"The USJ rescue training was originally scheduled for a few days ago, but was delayed due to Konata's injury. It's now back on. After lunch, change into your hero costumes and gather on the field. The bus is already parked outside."
"USJ again, huh…"
Konata rested her chin on her desk and stretched her arms forward.
Rescue training was part of the set curriculum. It had been interrupted once by the League of Villains, but of course it hadn't been canceled—so resuming it was only natural.
What Konata hadn't expected, though, was that the whole class would actually wait for her to recover before continuing.
"…But I get carsick. Should I ask Yaoyorozu again for a lap pillow?"
While she was lost in thought, Aizawa walked past her and casually dropped a boxed medicine packet onto her desk before leaving the room.
It wasn't even his period.
Sitting up, Konata picked up the medicine, curiosity piqued.
"…Motion sickness pills?"
After surviving a painfully confusing math class, a dragging English lesson, and a full nap through Japanese, the morning flew by.
"Hero costume~ Hero costume~ hmm…"
After lunch, Konata hummed a random tune while heading to the changing room—then paused.
She turned back to grab her prized, budget-breaking smartphone from her desk, tucked the motion sickness pills from Aizawa into her pocket, and also remembered to bring her earphones.
Once on the bus, she dashed like lightning to claim a window seat at the very back.
She popped the pills, plugged in her earphones, played some music, and leaned against the window, eyes shut and smiling peacefully.
This was her ultimate anti-motion sickness strategy, developed through countless attempts: triple protection—meds, music, and mental focus.
No way she was getting carsick this time!!
—
About thirty minutes later, the bus came to a halt.
Konata bolted from the back of the bus to the front, face green, clutching her mouth, and was the first to jump off.
Crouching at the roadside, hands still over her mouth, Konata really just wanted to be left alone right now.
Please… don't ask who "Alone" is.
Next time, I'm just gonna ask Yaoyorozu for a lap pillow again…