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Time was running out for Ochaco as she was now chest deep in the quicksand, and Mr. Aizawa was nowhere near ready to blink her powers back.  Her calm demeanor had all but vanished as she began to wriggle side to side in a desperate attempt to get free, but only managed to work herself in deeper still.   Locked in position with nowhere to go but down, she felt less like a hero and more like a damsel in need of rescue, much to her chagrin.  If anyone interfered, however, it would surely mean an instant failing grade, but with said grade being an inevitability at this point, so might her fate...

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