This Is Me

Ch 3: Emergency President

           Akira rubbed her temples as she sat at her desk. She had a horrible headache this morning from not getting any sleep lately and the press in the front of the school did nothing to help. 

"Looking like shit this morning Yamada," came a familiar angry voice. 

"Don't try me this morning, Bakugou. You will not like the result." Akira said putting her hands down and looked at him with an uncaring face. The usually bubbly personality just was not happening today. 

"Oh yea? What are you going to do? Make my ears bleed with that screetchy voice shit of yours." Bakugou said as he looked at her.  Akira leaned back in her seat and stared at him for a moment. Then slowly began to sing. 

"The bitch came back, the very next day. Oh the bitch came back, thought he was a goner but the bitch came back, he couldn't stay away." Akira sang and watched as Bakugou suddenly turned around and walked to his seat. He sat down and folded his hands together. He sat quietly even after Akira stopped singing. It was obvious he was struggling, especially thinking with her no longer singing he should be free. 

"Oh shit, Yamada is controlling Bakugou," The electric blonde, Denki Kaminari, laughed. 

"Ummm Y-Y-Yamada, how l-long w-will K-Kachan s-stay like that?" Midoirya asked as he looked at her and then the frozen angry blonde. 

"Until I release him or he figures out how to break my control," Akira said nonchanlantly. Her seat was behind the terrified green top, so she wasn't far from the angry blonde. 

"How are you controlling him and not singing?" Kirishima asked. 

"I told you all, there is more to me than you think," Akira answered with a sigh. 

"Yamada, though Bakugou started it, we should not use our quirks on each other in class." Iida said pushing up his glasses. "It is against the rules." 

"He is right Akira," Aizawa said as he walked into the room. "Release Bakugou at once." Akira sighed and snapped her fingers. Bakugou jumped up with a yell and then went towards Akira. Akira did not even flinch or change expressions as a fist stopped just centimeters in front of her face. Aizawa wrapped Bakugou in his scarf and stopped Bakugou's quirk. "Bakugou save your energy for heroics class. I will have no fighting in my class." Aizawa eyed Akira a bit worried. Though the girl continuously told Aizawa and Hizashi she was fine, they both knew she wasn't. It was the ten year anniversary of her mothers death coming up in a couple days and she was now in a heroics school. If Akira's mother never died, she would have probably ended up becoming a famous dancer or music star. Her mother had been a famous ballet dancer before taking time off to raise Akira. He released Bakugou to his seat and sighed. "Alright class, good job with your battle trial yesterday. I took time to look over your grades and evaluations. Bakugou, grow up alread. Stop wasting your talent."

"Got it," Bakugou grumbled as he hung his head. 

"And Midoirya seems to have ended the day with yet another broken arm," Aizawa said looking at the green top. "Learn to control your quirk. Because just trying isn't going to cut it. I really hate repeating myself." 

Then you picked the wrong boyfriend, Akira smirked to herself as she thought that. 

"You have potential Midoirya, if only you can get over this. So work on it." Aizawa said. 

"Okay!" Midoirya shouted out. 

"Now on to homeroom business," Aizawa sighed. "Sorry to spring this onto you so suddenly, but you need to pick a class representative." Suddenly the entire class erupted in screams and yells of everyone wanting to be picked. Akira groaned and rubbed her forehead reminding herself not to kill her classmates. She could hear Iida trying to get everyone attention but no one was listening.