Mineta Is A Massive Fan of Japanese Super Sentai

This is from a League Hero AU fic. I mainly wanted to show that from the perspectives of other hero school kids, UA is in a League of their own, even their low tiers. But it also managed to turn into Ginyu Force Mineta:

He hid under the rock, watching the grapes tag against the several other kid legs, pinning them. That same grape haired dude, only now instead of getting slapped by a frog girl's tongue was the culprit. He was doing some crazy quadruple flip as an Isami student yelled, "Ugh! What the hell is this?!"

Grape guy landed on his knees, a hand to support him. He looked up, the fruit atop his cranium jiggling, "It's called pop off ya dunce!"

Kinta rolled the rock off his head. Several grapes were attached to it that surely would've gotten him had he not hidden behind cover. There was no getting up without revealing himself, however, and that let this kid turn and see him. He looked like a little kid, what were the UA testers smoking when they picked him?

Then again...he saw the results of at least five kids all struggling and failing to free themselves from the grapes.

"Ayo! Gas mask dude!" Grape guys eyes shined bright. "Avoided my new move eh?"

"Uh...yeah?" Kinta adjusted his mask.

"Then imma hafta engage in fistacuffs!"

"...What...seriously what?" Now Kinta was questioning how this kid had gotten into UA again.

"GRAPE RUSH!" He stepped off the grape he'd landed on and came flying at him, headfirst, straight towards Kinta. Aimed directly for the fanily making region.

Kinta immediately dived out of the way, and grape guy just missed him. He rolled up, breathing heavy. This guy was fast as hell. Why was he fast as hell?

He flipped and skidded on his boots, then turned, his cape flapping dramatically. "Huh..." Grape guy grunted while turning, "coulda sworn I accounted for wind resistance. Oh well."

"Who...what...are you?"

"Oh me? I'm just..." he struck a pose, reminiscent of the Jojo manga Kinta used to read, "He who does not allow evil!"

"Oh my god-"

"The champion of justice!" He struck another pose, muscles tensed, head tilted like he were in a panel.

"FEAR NOT GAS MASK, YOU STAND BEFORE..."

He pivoted, throwing his arms out wide.

"THE FRESH! PICKED! HERO..."

A final pose to round it off. Knees bent, eye gleaming, grapes shining with intensity.

"GRAPE JUICE!"

Kinta stared, his fist trembling with annoyance, "...So are we gonna do this or w-"

"GAS MASK GUY!" Grape Juice pointed at him.

"Are you crazy?! And it's Mustard-"

"MUSTARD! The horror manga reject! You here to audition for best emo phase twenty-one fourteen!?" He threw his arms wide, cape fluttering. "You're out here looking like the brooding hero, mysterious edge!"

He slammed into another pose, one knee bent, a hand over his heart. "But that doesn't mean a damn thing to this man!"

"Okay..." Kinta murmured.

"Seriously, why not ketchup?!" He yelled, pointing at him.

"What-"

"Or horseradish?"

"I-"

"Or tobasco?"

"You're making fun of me-"

"Maybe mayonaise?"

"Y-Yeah, and how about Grapeshot instead of a stupid name like Grape Juice?"

Mineta blinked, he stared at him. He looked at the ground then, deep in thought. His expression was shifting to that of a man posessed by a potent madness. He grinded his teeth, "Grapeshot," he repeated in a low voice, "fuck...it's genius. Why didn't I think of that?"

"Uh..." Kinta looked from side to side, "are you okay?"

"Don't worry young Muskie..." he said, still speaking in that low tone. "I done had an epiphany..." Mineta growled, this time in an American southern accent.

"Huh..."

"I hafta pull out my new form..."

"Grape Juice what're-" he ducked down as a grape flew his way. The ball stuck to the wall behind him with enough force to crack the plaster.

When he looked back up the guy was in a new pose, head forward, face in a comical sneer, "You're not dealing with Grape Juice...now you're dealing with DARK CITRUS!"