When I arrived home, Mom was staring at me with a smile.
"What?" I asked.
She squealed. "Did you go on a date?"
I looked at Izuku, who was trying to hide behind a pillow. I would deal with him later. "It wasn't a date, Mom. It was an outing."
She hummed, clearly not convinced. "With Yaoyorozu?"
"Yeah."
Her smile widened. "And?"
"And we looked at rocks and old weapons."
Izuku peeked over the pillow. "You were gone for hours."
"It's a big museum."
Mom clasped her hands together. "Did you hold hands?"
I blinked. "What?"
"Or maybe she leaned in, just a little, and—"
"Mom, stop."
Izuku let out a tiny laugh. I threw a cushion at him. He barely dodged.
"Ryuu, dear, you should invite her over sometime!"
"For what?"
"Tea, dinner, something nice!"
I stared at her. "Mom, we went to a museum. That's it."
She sighed dramatically. "You never tell me anything."
"There's nothing to tell." I started heading to my room.
"Did you at least compliment her?" she called after me.
"Yes, Mom."
"And did she—"
"Goodnight, Mom." I shut the door.
Izuku barely lasted a second before knocking.
"Go away."
"Ryuu," he called through the door. "Mom's really excited."
I opened it just to glare at him. "You started this."
He held up his hands. "I just told her you were out with a girl."
I closed the door again.
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The next morning, I walked into class and sat down.
"How was your date?" Kaminari smirked.
"It wasn't a date."
Mina leaned in. "But you did go out with her."
"To a museum."
Jiro glanced up. "Nerd date."
I sighed. "I will start throwing things."
Sero grinned. "Was it fun, at least?"
"Sure. Space rocks, swords, old planes."
Kirishima nodded. "Manly."
Uraraka smiled. "Yaoyorozu mentioned she had a good time."
I turned my head. "She talked about it?"
"She just said you were knowledgeable."
Mina snickered. "Translation: 'Wow, he's a big nerd.'"
"Yeah, well, she memorizes chemistry textbooks for fun. She can't judge."
Yaoyorozu walked in just as Kaminari was about to say something dumb. She sat down, pulled out her books, and didn't react to the conversation at all.
Kaminari nudged me. "Ask her out."
I flicked his forehead.
Aizawa walked in, ending the conversation. "Alright. Sit down and shut up."
The morning classes dragged. Lunch rolled around, and we found a table.
Kirishima set down his tray. "So, what do you guys think we'll do in Heroics today?"
"More training," Sero said. "Hopefully something different."
Momo looked up from her food. "The curriculum suggests practical drills."
Kaminari leaned forward. "Think we'll spar again?"
Bakugo scoffed. "You all get dropped in ten seconds."
Kaminari pointed at me. "He won against Todoroki."
Bakugo turned his glare to me. "Tch. Doesn't mean shit."
"Thanks, Number Two."
"Call me that again, and I'll kill you."
I ignored him and kept eating.
Mineta sighed. "We need a more exciting exercise. Something that lets us interact with pro heroes. Maybe even pro heroines…"
Shoji smacked him on the head.
Hagakure clapped her hands. "I think a rescue mission would be fun!"
Uraraka nodded. "Yeah! Maybe we could practice evacuations!"
Jiro shrugged. "I just don't want another written test."
It was not exciting.
Next day, when Izuku and I arrived at school, the press was everywhere. Cameras, microphones, reporters practically tripping over each other trying to shove past the security gate.
"Why is this happening so early in the morning?" I muttered, shoving my hands in my pockets.
Izuku sighed. "They must've heard about All Might teaching here."
No shit. The reporters were swarming like vultures, shouting questions at anyone who looked remotely like they had answers.
"Excuse me, young man! What is All Might like in person?"
"How does it feel to be taught by the Number One Hero?"
"Do you think he has a favorite student?"
Some idiot actually tried to lean over the gate. A second later, the U.A. security system kicked in. The fence sparked, and the guy fell back with a yelp.
Kaminari whistled as he caught up with us with some others. "Damn, they really cranked security up for this, huh?"
"Obviously," Jiro muttered. "It's All Might. What did they expect?"
Bakugo clicked his tongue, walking past without even looking at the crowd. "Bunch of extras."
A reporter caught sight of him. "Hey! You, with the blond hair! Can you tell us anything about—"
Bakugo turned, raised his hand, and let off a tiny explosion. Not enough to do damage, but enough to make the guy stumble back. "Get lost."
"Well, that's one way to handle it," Sero muttered.
Iida frowned. "Bakugo, that was unnecessary!"
Bakugo ignored him and kept walking.
I sighed. "Are we done gawking, or are we actually going to class?"
Yaoyorozu nodded. "It would be best to avoid drawing more attention to ourselves."
"Good luck with that," Kaminari said, nodding toward Izuku.
I turned.
A reporter had spotted him.
"You're All Might's fan, aren't you?"
Izuku stiffened. "Uh—"
"How does it feel to be in his class? Did you always dream of this moment?"
I grabbed Izuku by the collar and yanked him forward. "No comment."
"But—"
"Bye."
I dragged him through the gate before he could get swarmed worse.
We made it inside just as the doors shut behind us. Outside, the reporters were still trying to get in, some of them banging on the metal like that would change anything.
"Idiots," Bakugo muttered.
"Persistent idiots," Sero corrected.
Hagakure bounced on her heels. "I mean, I get it. All Might is a huge deal."
"Yeah, but this is overkill," Kirishima said.
"They're desperate for any information," Tokoyami added.
I stretched. "Not our problem."
We got to class, and Aizawa was already at his desk, looking half-asleep as usual.
"You're late," he muttered.
"The press was outside," I said.
He grunted. "Don't care. Sit down."
We did.
"You are selecting Class President today."
"I WANNA BE CLASS PRESIDENT!" Kaminari shot his hand up.
"ME TOO!" Mina grinned.
Aoyama struck a pose. "A leader must shine like a diamond, so naturally, it should be moi!"
"Pick me!" Mineta yelled. "My first decree—mandatory thigh-high socks for all the girls!"
Shoji smacked him before anyone else could.
Yaoyorozu cleared her throat. "It is a role that requires responsibility and intelligence. Naturally, I would be suited for it."
"Oh, you mean the position that exists for me," Bakugo said, smirking like the idea of anyone else leading was laughable.
Izuku was muttering something about the department of heroics and the benefits of leadership experience, while Shoji, Sato, and Ojiro just stayed quiet. Tokoyami was saying something about "the burden of leadership upon the abyss of fate" but nobody was listening.
Iida stood at the front of the room, all fired up like he was about to lead a revolution.
"This is an important responsibility!" He adjusted his glasses like he was about to announce a holy decree. "The Class President must be someone we all trust! Someone who can represent us and—"
"Alright, alright, we get it," I interrupted. "It is just a student council but with extra steps."
"That is an oversimplification!" Iida protested.
I sighed. "Alright, I guess we are just throwing our names in for fun now. Do I get a turn?"
Kaminari pointed at me. "Wait, you actually wanna do it?"
"Sure, why not? Could be fun. Or a disaster. Either way, entertainment."
Bakugo scoffed. "You, leading? Like hell."
"Jealous?"
He immediately looked ready to fight.
Iida slammed his hand on the desk. "Enough! This must be settled by a vote!"
The class groaned, but nobody really argued. A vote was the easiest way to handle it.
"Wait," I said, standing up. "Before we do this, let me say something."
Everyone turned to me.
"Look," I started, leaning against my desk. "I get it. We are all new here. We barely know each other. But that is exactly why this matters. The class president is supposed to be the person we trust, the one who makes sure we do not crash and burn as a group."
I glanced around the room, making sure I had their attention.
"I do not have a manifesto about dress codes like Mineta. I am not gonna act like this is some sacred duty like Iida. I am not gonna pretend it is only for the elite like Bakugo. But I will say this—I know how to handle chaos. And let's be honest, this class? We are chaos."
Mina snorted.
"If you pick me, I am not gonna turn this into some strict hierarchy, and I am not gonna be a lazy figurehead either. I will make sure things actually get done, and if nothing else—" I grinned. "—I will make sure we all have fun while doing it."
I crossed my arms. "Or, you could vote for someone else and risk waking up one day with Iida knocking on your door at 5 AM for 'daily leadership drills.' Your choice."
Iida spluttered. "I would not—!"
The class laughed.
Kirishima nodded. "Not bad. Sounds fair."
Yaoyorozu looked thoughtful. "That is... actually a convincing argument."
"Alright, alright, let us just vote already," Sero said, grinning.
I leaned back in my chair, confident. This was in the bag.
The class started voting. Papers were dropped into a bag, and Sero shook it before dumping them onto the desk.
Yaoyorozu counted. "Midoriya Ryuu, six votes."
Kaminari whistled. "Damn."
Yaoyorozu continued. "Myself, three votes."
"Wait, you got second place?" Mineta frowned. "Who voted for her?"
Yaoyorozu gave him a look. "Apparently, more people than you."
Bakugo crossed his arms. "This is bullshit."
I stretched. "You sound mad, Number Two."
He stood up. "Call me that again and I'll—"
Aizawa cut in. "Sit down."
Bakugo glared but sat.
Aizawa leaned back in his chair. "Midoriya is President. Yaoyorozu is Vice."
Mina grinned. "Guess that speech worked, huh?"
I shrugged. "Or they just did not want Iida to plan their entire lives."
Iida adjusted his glasses. "That is an unfair assumption."
"Would you have done it?" Jiro asked.
He hesitated.
Sero smirked. "Exactly."
Aizawa waved a hand. "You are all done. Get to your next class."
Chairs scraped as people stood. Yaoyorozu looked at me. "If you need help organizing, let me know."
I nodded. "Yeah, you seem like the type to actually be competent."
She looked pleased.
The rest of the educational classes passed without much trouble. During lunch, we sat together at a big table, eating the luxurious food U.A. prepared.
"Damn, these chefs know how to cook," I said, chewing my steak extra.
"Of course. The chef is actually a hero," Izuku went into nerd mode.
"Shut it, Waterworks. I am eating."
Izuku frowned but went back to his food.
"This is way better than anything I've had before," Kaminari said, pointing his fork at his plate. "Like, this steak? Top-tier."
"It is balanced nutrition prepared at a high standard," Yaoyorozu said. "U.A. spares no expense in making sure we are properly fueled for training."
Sero leaned back. "Fancy way of saying 'it's really good.'"
"Doesn't change the fact that it's true."
Mineta sighed. "If only the school put this much effort into giving us—"
"Shut up," Shoji cut in.
Mineta grumbled but shut up.
I took another bite. "So, bets on what we're doing in Heroics?"
"Something hands-on," Kirishima said. "I hope we get to spar."
"That'd be fun," Sero agreed. "Switch up partners, get some variety."
"We already did combat training," Todoroki said.
Kaminari shrugged. "Yeah, but we haven't really gone all out."
Bakugo scoffed. "Speak for yourself."
Uraraka tapped her chopsticks against her tray. "I would rather do something more rescue-based. Feels like we're just hitting each other all the time."
"That is part of the job," Tokoyami said.
"So is helping people," she shot back.
"We could do both," Iida suggested. "A scenario where we need to fight while rescuing civilians."
Yaoyorozu nodded. "That would be practical. A real-world situation is rarely just one or the other."
Kirishima grinned. "That would be sick. Saving people while throwing down with villains? Peak hero work."
Aoyama dramatically sighed. "I simply hope whatever we do allows me to shine."
"You'll shine alright," Kaminari said. "If you use your laser too much and end up with a stomach ache again."
Aoyama gasped like he had been personally attacked.
Before we could continue, the system appeared in front of me.
[GENIUS, MISSED ME?]
I rolled my eyes. "That was a long milk run, huh?"
[THAT IS JUST UNCALLED FOR. I AM NOT YOUR DADDY. I DON'T NEED AN EXCUSE TO ABANDON YOU!]
I ignored it.
[SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN IN A MINUTE, SO HERE IS A QUEST FOR YOU:
[NEW QUEST: HANDLE THE UPCOMING PANIC LIKE A FUNCTIONING HUMAN BEING.]
OBJECTIVE: DO NOT DIE, GET TRAMPLED, OR MAKE THIS WORSE.
REWARD: +50 XP, SLIGHTLY LESS DISAPPOINTMENT.
FAILURE: EMBARRASSMENT, POSSIBLY A BLACK EYE.]
I barely had time to process that before an alarm blared through the cafeteria. People jolted in their seats. A few trays clattered onto tables. Conversations cut off mid-sentence.
"The hell?" Kaminari looked around.
A teacher's voice came over the speaker. "Security breach detected. All students are to remain calm and follow evacuation procedures."
Yaoyorozu stood immediately. "This could be serious."
The doors flew open as students from other classes pushed in, voices overlapping in confusion. The hallway was packed, people jostling, some already trying to leave.
I pulled Momo to my side. "Yaoyao, a megaphone."
She barely blinked before a sleek, black megaphone materialized in her hand. I snatched it and flicked it on.
"Oi, dumbasses, shut the hell up!" My voice blasted through the cafeteria, cutting through the panicked chatter like an explosion. Heads snapped toward me. "It's just the fucking press. You're supposed to be heroes-in-training, not a bunch of brain-dead pigeons flapping around at the first sign of trouble!"
Somewhere in the crowd, Kaminari muttered, "Damn, bro, no mercy."
I ignored him. "If you can't even evacuate properly, how the hell do you expect to save people when shit actually hits the fan? Now move in a straight line, stop screaming, and stop acting like mindless vermin."
A few people grumbled, but the chaos dialed down. People started actually moving toward the exits instead of clogging every doorway like they were auditioning for a stampede reenactment.
Yaoyorozu sighed. "You could have phrased that better."
"Could have, but then it wouldn't have worked."
I handed her the megaphone back. She took it with a tired look.
Iida, who had been vibrating on the spot since the alarm went off, took a deep breath and raised a hand. "Good work, Class President."
I waved him off. "Yeah, yeah. I assign you to clear a path and organize our retreat."
Momo looked at me. "You are already assigning jobs?"
I turned to her. "Sweetheart, I am a leader. I give tasks and step in when you fail."
She gave me a look but did not argue. Iida, on the other hand, looked like I had just told him Christmas came early. "Understood! I will ensure an orderly evacuation!" He sped off, yelling at students to form lines.
I stepped past Momo. "Let's move before some idiot starts a stampede."
Kirishima clapped his hands. "Alright, you heard him! Stay in formation!"
Sero nodded. "Yeah, let's not get crushed in the doorway like morons."
Mina nudged Kaminari. "Bet you're the first to trip."
Kaminari grinned. "Not a chance. I'll surf this crowd if I have to."
Bakugo scoffed. "Tch. Bunch of dumbasses panicking over nothing."
"Yeah, real deep analysis, Number Two," I said.
His eye twitched. "Say that again, I fucking dare you."
The crowd was moving more smoothly thanks to Iida doing his best impression of a traffic director. Still, some people were getting shoved around, and I had to grab Izuku by the hood before he got swallowed by a wave of students.
"Let's return to the cafeteria. It is just the press anyways. All the steaks are waiting to be eaten." A few looked uncertain, but Mina grinned and followed. We left Iida to coordinate students and ate our fill. When we were done, the corridors were empty, and we went back to class.
"Best way to avoid a traffic jam is waiting until rush hour ends."
No one argued.
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