Mycel was busy cleaning up the mess he and his mold clones made, which was bits of mold on the floor here and there. He missed the news of a fellow student suffering a heart attack from overusing his quirk.
"A bit more..."
Mycel was poking the gym floor with his finger, letting the little pieces of mold crawl back to its user. After a minute or so of keeping the awkward posture, Mycel was done with the cleaning. He jumped and straightened his back, soon heading off for the dorm himself.