This chapter is shorter than usual, think of it as an epilogue of sorts, summarising and rounding everything up.

(Extremely minor manga spoilers)

Only four months had passed since the inception of their second year, and already the students of UA's hero course were tired. Specifically, the students of 2A were tired of the villain attacks and the fact that their eyes had been opened to an unfortunate truth. They had known, all of them to varying degrees, that the world is a cruel and fickle place. Every student in 2A had experienced some sort of injustice during their short lives, but it seemed as though only four months was long enough for everyone to grasp and understand one more misfortune of the world. Sexism. Misogyny. Gender-based discrimination. These weren't new concepts, but the extent and truth of them had only now been revealed to a fraction of their fullest extent.

It was tiring. It was boring. It was redundant. The same conversation was being brought up over and over again with no end in sight. Any one of the girls could have preached to the masses about their experiences and how the country needed to change as the times changed, but they would be ignored or dismissed. If, however, one of their male classmates stood on a podium and said the exact same thing, they would be praised as innovative and forward-thinking. They would be praised for something which should be the bare minimum. That low standard is something that people shouldn't struggle to comprehend. It's not something that should be considered a hurdle. Women are humans, end of discussion. And, as humans with human thoughts and human emotions, should they not be granted the same privileges and respect that men received? It wasn't hard to treat everybody decently, people did it every day, so what was stopping people? 

Arrogance. Blindness. A general unwillingness to change. Those were the things that were stopping people, and they are some of the hardest things to cure when it comes to the complex enigmas that we call humans. 

"Hey, Mina!" Aoyama called out, stopping Mina in her tracks. 

"Yeah?" 

"Bakugo said it's your turn to do the washing up. He wants you to do it whilst he's cooking so the kitchen won't get cluttered," Aoyama said with her usual flare.

"Ok, thanks for telling me. See you later!" Mina bid farewell to her classmate before hurrying to the kitchen. Bakugo didn't like to be kept waiting.

"Get in here, Racoon Eyes!" Bakugo hollered out to Mina as she hurried towards the kitchen.

"Yes, chef!" Mina saluted her friend, rushing over to the sink that already had a pile of utensils and pans piled up beside it. Mina stared at the growing pile and let out a forlong sigh, she would much rather be listening to music instead of soaking one of her favourite t-shirts with dirty dishwater. 

The two teenagers worked in companionable silence, letting the sound of their classmates in the common area wash over them alongside the splash of water and the sizzle of meat in the pan. 

"Hey, Racoon Eyes," Bakugo spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence. Mina hummed to show that she was paying attention, prompting Bakugo to continue. "My mum called me, she wants you to model for the new line or something." 

Water splashed onto the kitchen floor as Mina froze in shock. She couldn't believe her ears, to her it sounded like Mitsuki Bakugo was asking Mina to model for her, but surely that couldn't be true, right?

"I'm sorry, what?" Mina stuttered.

"I said, dimwit, that the old hag wants you to model her new line. I don't know all the details of the line, I'm not interested in that shit, I think it has something to do with women's empowerment." Bakugo huffed.

Mina stood in shock, staring out of the window in a daze. "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?" Bakugo scoffed, "How am I supposed to know? She just said that she wanted a younger hero to model alongside some of the others and she asked me to ask you."

"Umm... I need to ask my parents and Aizawa," Mina muttered.

"She said that you don't need to rush, just tell me in two weeks time so that I can tell her." Bakugo muttered, "Now stop slacking and wash those fucking dishes!" 

Mina quickly got back to work, though her mind was not on the task at hand. Her mind instead wandered to the possibilities of modelling for Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo.  It seemed to come out of nowhere, but when Mina reflected upon it a bit deeper, it sort of made sense to her. The new clothing line was centred around the empowerment of women, so it made sense for Mitsuki to want women to model the line. And, if she wanted to portray unity through the photoshoot, it made sense that she would like a teenager to work alongside some older models. Mina's heart fluttered in her chest, she already knew that she was most likely going to accept the offer, why would she ever pass up a chance like this?

It was a Friday evening, so as was customary, Class 2A had spread themselves throughout the common area, debating which film they should watch. 

"Please, we've watched horror films for the past three weeks, can't we watch something more fun, like a romance film?" Kaminari whined.

"NO!" several members of the class blurted out.

"There's no way I'll be able to sit through a romance film without falling asleep!" Kyoka huffed.

"What about a comedy?" Tsu suggested, "We all like comedy films, so there's no room for argument there, right?"

"Ok, we'll put this to a vote. Those who want to watch a horror film, hold one finger up. Those who want to watch a romance film, hold two fingers up. And those who want to watch a comedy, hold three fingers up." Iida ordered.

Everybody held their hands up, each holding up the number of fingers that corresponded to their film choice. In the end, without a doubt, comedy was the most popular choice, so that was the genre the class elected to decide upon.

Once the film was picked and everyone had settled down, the class fell into silence. Their eyes were glued to the TV in front of them. None of them made a peep aside from laughter, too invested in the comical antics of the characters on screen. 

Over the past four months, a lot of things had happened for the students in 2A. Not in the same sense as what had happened in their first year. They had not been relentlessly attacked by villains. They had not been drafted into a war prematurely, with minimum training. However, similar to their first year, 2A's worldview had been shifted. Not as much as it had been in their first year. Their eyes were not pried open so that they could witness the downfall of their society and the dismantling of everything they thought they knew about villains and heroes. 

But their eyes were gently eased open to something that had been brewing far before quirks were little more than figments of imagination. The issue of sexism and misogyny in society was not a new one, and it was one that the students of Class 2A knew was an issue. But it was only within the past four months that it seemed like a present issue, one that needed to be observed at the moment and not viewed as an issue of the past. 

There was no end in sight when it came to the issue of gender injustices in society. It would take time and a lot of work to make it happen, to change the way society worked. In all honesty, it wasn't likely that the generation of heroes that Class 2A belonged to would be able to solve the issue. Sheer force of will couldn't alter the perceptions of millions of people, but they could make a start. They could build a foundation for those who would come after them, those they would guide and teach. The pattern of building and teaching would continue until society was fixed. Well, as fixed as it could be, human nature dictated that nobody will be completely at peace with each other. But that didn't matter now. What mattered at the moment was that the students of Class 2A, laughing and giggling at the comedy on the TV, were going to do their best to change how society functioned. One step at a time.  

Thank you for reading Fuck Men!!! (But Not Like That). Thank you for all of the support and lovely comments that have been left along the way. I was really nervous to post this and had to work myself up to it, I was really worried that the wrong sort of people would find this. I guess this story is a political diatribe of sorts, and writing about politics (despite the fact that equality shouldn't be considered politics) is always risky. I really enjoyed writing this and I hope you enjoyed reading it. Thank you again for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.