Insanity (MHAxOC)

Chapter 7

KIN POV

When I got to the school I was met with the press. A lot of press. Is there really that many people or am I just seeing things. Whatever, I got to get to class. I tried to reach the gate but when they saw me they started to throw a bunch of questions at me.

"How's All Might as teacher?"

"What can you tell us about All Might?"

"Hey kid! Is All Might a good teacher?"

They were asking me questions faster than I ask questions. I didn't answer any of their questions while I was pushing through them. It was hard to push through them cause there was so many of them but when I did I walked as fast away as possible from them.

When I got to class I sat down in my seat that was right Infront of Katsuki. I turned around and saw that he was already there. How did I not see him before?

"How long have you been there? Did you get through the press okay?" I asked him.

"I've been here for like ten minutes, did you not see me? Also I got through the press just fine"

"Did you yell at them?"

"They wouldn't move out of my way!"

"That's not a good reason to yell at them"

"Well maybe if they moved out of the way I would have had to yell!"

I just rolled my eyes at him, sadly he did kind of have a point. Mr. Aizawa walked into class and started to talk.

"You guys did decent work on combat training yesterday. I saw the videos and went over your teams results.

Bakugo, you're talented so don't act like a child and sulk" Katsuki only scoffed at this, "Midoriya, you won the match but you had to break your arm. Work harder, don't use the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk." He finished what he was saying about the training at went on to another topic.

"Now lets get down to business. This first task will determine your future" He paused and the class looked.....well sort of scared I guess, I mean he did say that this will determine out future, "You will be picking a class representative"

That's such a normal school thing and he made it see like if we made the wrong choice the school would go up in flames. Almost everyone's hand went up in the air begging to be the class representative.

"I would be a great pick!"

"No! Me, I would totally rock being class representative"

"It should be me!"

"Silence everybody! The class representative is somebody who can lead other. I say we vote for who we think should be the class's representative." Iida said. Not a bad idea, most people would vote for themselves though. Most people started yelling about that exact fact but Mr. Aizawa said it was fine and went to sleep in a......yellow? Sleeping bag. Is it really yellow, I would have thought it would be gray or something. I lean behind me to Katsuki.

"Is his sleeping bag really yellow?" I asked and he nodded at me, "If you say so... how do you feel about this election?"

"Well if their smart they'll vote for me" He smirked at me, I just shrugged at him as if saying 'well see'

Well Midoriya and Momo had the most votes. Midoriya as the class rep and Momo as the vice class rep. I looked at the votes for everybody else and saw that I had a vote and Katsuki had one as well. Well that's weird, I voted for Katsuki but he only has one vote....... Did he not vote for himself? You know I would have thought he would have voted himself but I guess I'm wrong, or whoever counted the votes got it wrong but whatever. When they announced who won Katsuki got pissed because Midoriya won.

"Why the hell did you vote for that nerd!" He yelled out to the class but most of them ignored him. I turned around to look at how pissed he was and he looked like there was smoke coming out his ears.

"If it makes you feel better I voted for you" I smiled at him still not sure if the smoke is real.

"Well I know that" He said and sat down while Midoriya and Momo gave quick speeches to the class. I do have to admit Momo is going to be a great vice class rep. Midoriya on the other hand.....he looked nervous to just be up there. I looked around the class and saw Iida looking well, I cant really tell what he is feeling but he doesn't look as happy as everybody else, wonder why? Mr. Aizawa woke up and saw who the reps were and sent us off to lunch.

Me and Katsuki sat down at our table to see that the four from yesterday were there again. I didn't really mind them being there but Katsuki on the other hand...

"What the hell are you extras doing here!" He yelled but not loud enough to draw attention to us.

"We're sitting here, even if you don't want us to. And don't call us extras!" Mina said. I don't think she cares if he gets angry or not. Katsuki mumbled a angry whatever and sat down at the end of the table next to Kirishima while I sat down next to Mina. We continued to talk, well us five, Katsuki said a word here or there but I think he was still mad that they were sitting with us. I started to here loud ringing that sounded like an alarm. I didn't react because I thought it was apart of my quirk but when everybody started to get up and running I knew it was real. We heard from some older students that it was a security alarm and somebody had broken in. Well isn't that great, our third day here and somebody has broken in, lovely. While I was lost in thought about what was happening Katsuki had grabbed my sleeve and started pulling my to the exit. When we got to the exit it was full of people, I wasn't sure if all of them were real or not.

"Oh hell no, I am not going in there" I blurted out at Katsuki.

"Well apparently we need to get to the exit, so lets go." He said to me while slightly dragging me.

"Nope, not happening. I would probably try and get trampled" I said to him while trying to back away. We would have started arguing if we didn't see Iida float up from the crowd. He used his quirk to get to the wall and get everybody's attention.

"Listen up everybody!" He yelled out to the crowd, "It is just the press, everybody needs to calm down we will be just fine!" I looked over to the windows to see the press from this morning. Wonder how they got in?

After the press was dealt with everybody was aloud to go back to their classrooms.