Who am I

Supply closet

On my way back to class, I noticed the school's defence system had been triggered and most of the students were now in class. Walking in, a body ran at me, tears flowing from their eyes. This body knocked me to the ground in a tight hug.
"Kazu, where were you?! That villain attacked us and you disappeared. I couldn't find you and you didn't call. I was so worried!"
Liar. You weren't worried Cho.
"I'm fine Cho"
Then everyone else spoke up. They were bombarding me with questions. What happened? Who was the attacker? Did they hurt me?
It was overwhelming, I needed to get out of here. Stepping backwards, I slowly walked out the room. Just as I was about to turn and run, a voice cut through the crowd.
"You scare your sister like that then leave without any explanation of what happened. What kind of sister does that?!"
Iida
That was Iida, the first person I could call a friend at this school. His question causing everyone to stop talking. They just stared at me. Some with pity, some with confusion, some with concern.
"Sorry"
My answer short and simple. Turning away, I began to run. Their shouts echoing down the halls. There was yelling, then footsteps came after me. Turning a corner, a hand reached out grabbing my arm and pulling me into a closet, the door closing quickly behind us. Another hand was placed over my mouth. I froze, not making a sound. Neither did the person holding onto me. His tired purple eyes staring into my own. Not even blinking.
The people ran past us. Their shouts panicked as they tried to figure out where I was. It was Denki, and Bakugo. They paused just outside as someone else ran towards them, they stood there, looking around, trying to figure out where I went.
"Kaminari! Go find Aizawa! Kirishima and I will continue looking"
With Bakugo's order, they left, splitting up and leaving the area.
We waited for a while, neither of us dared to move. After a few minutes, the hand was removed from my mouth, yet the one on my arm remained.
"Sorry about that. You looked like you needed somewhere to hide"
He removed his hand from my arm, reaching to the light switch. The bulb flickering to life, it's faint glow revealing my saviour. It was that boy from earlier.
"Your Shinso right? Thanks for saving me."
"Yeah, Hitoshi Shinso. Why you were running?"
"You already have a lot to deal with. Don't worry about it."
He stared at me for a moment, trying to decide something.
"By the way, you-"
He was cut off by his phone ringing.
"Sorry, it's my dad. I have to take this"
He quickly answered, although I could not hear what his dad, whichever one it was,was saying. Shinso turned to look at me. Eyes wide.
"A villain attack!? So that's why......she's with me.......the supply closet...... no dad, it's not like that......yeah, bye."
"So?"
"Aizawa is on his way.  You had a lot on your mind as well yet you still helped us. Thanks"
"Don't worry about it."
"Oh, before I forget, you-"
Yet again, the poor boy was interrupted by the door opening. An extremely concerned yet irritated looking Aizawa stood there staring at us.
"Both of you come and see me at lunch. Now get to class."
With a nod, we both took off. Running our separate ways without even a goodbye.

Returning to the classroom, I was yet again bombarded with questions. Eventually, I was able to get to my seat and class began. It started with Aizawa talking about how we did in the training. He mainly focused his feedback on Midoriya and Bakugo. It was short, but gave them both a lot to think about. Then the topic of today came up. We were selecting a class representative. A normal school activity. Everyone started talking about it. Trying to get everyone to vote for them. One earned a slap on the head from me because of his comment about skirts. They are short enough.
"Silence, please!"
Everyone stopped to stare at Iida.
"It's a job with the serious responsibility of leading others. It's not a job for anyone who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one."
Why did he have to make this feel like politics.
Why does he act like he have a stick up his arse?
Everyone of course had their doubts. And as Kirishima pointed out, everyone will just vote for ourselves. Iida asked Aizawa for his opinion, but he just went back into his cocoon called a sleeping bag.
Without much more discussion, the election began.