My Past, Present, and Future [Bakugo x Reader x Todoroki]

Chapter 7

"How is it having All Might as a teacher?" A reporter jumped in my face.

"You scared the shit out of me." I gasped catching myself from teleporting just in time.

"You're the daughter of the Neri Hero Navigations c.e.o correct? How's the swap between seeing the behind the scenes and the front lines?" Another asks me.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I huffed under my breath. "I'd love to answer but I have to get to class."

"Is it true All Might-"

"Is it true you you all-might need a break. I'm getting sick of you trying to get a scoop out of a well known, now U.A teacher, but there are more important things to cover than a few high schoolers trying to make it to their 8am so I suggest you move or else you're going to run into someone just as annoyed as me except they won't be as nice as I am." I scoffed as I made my way past the mob. They stopped for a second then instantly turned to someone who was behind me to ask them the same questions.

My dad always said to be nice to the press, presentable, friendly, welcoming, willing to answer. My mother always said statistically they're the easiest way to getting ahead. Well I call bullshit. The way reporters barge into people's lives asking personal questions in front of millions of eyes disgusts me. Especially some of the things they ask.

I scoffed to myself as I walked into the building.

"Someone's pissed. That was a nice play on words back there. You really showed them." Katsuki sarcastically remarks.

"Not now, boom boom boy. Like you already remarked, I'm pissed." I rolled my eyes as we walked into the classroom. "Can reporters learn to do their fucking job in a way that isn't shoving a microphone in your face or are they too brain dead to understand basic human decency." I mumbled as I sat down.

"They bothered you too?" Jirou asked me.

"Yup."

"You really don't like reporters do you?" Kirishima laughs a bit.

"Nope."

They aren't all bad, I've even met some nice aspiring ones, just all the "professional" ones I've ever talked to suck.

Aizawa starts class. "I looked over the footage of the training you did with All Might and most of you did a decent job; however, I do have a few comments. Bakugo it's obvious you're talented but you act like a child. Midorya you need to work on controlling your quirk, and you can control it so don't say you can't. You're just constantly hurting yourself. Now for today, you're going to have to pick a class president."

"That's so normal!" Someone commented.

Yeah no kidding. Ever since we got here it's been the most unpredictable shit, which should have been predictable considering this isn't an average high school but I digress.

"I think I should be the class president!" Kirishima raises his hand high and gets out of his seat to show his eagerness.

"I think I should!"

"I'll do it!"

"This class could use more flair."

"I should totally do it."

"No I should!"

The class continued to argue. Personally I'd volunteer but I don't have the best memories with class government. Besides, why would I want that extra responsibility and empty promises I make to my peers? I could really care less.

"Silence everyone! Please! I think class representative means you have a duty to fill. We should base it off of everyone else's opinion. Whoever is the most trustworthy, intuitive, and responsible. Therefore, we will hold a ballot to determine rep." Iida shoots his hand up as he usually does.