Akira p.o.v
On my third day at the U.A. Father informed me that he and Mother have a day off for today.
Nevertheless, I walk my way to the school gates, only to see it bombarded with reporters. I sigh lightly. Do they have no idea what privacy is. As they saw me they approached me and asked questions which I ignored.
I walk past the crowd of people to get in with my usual stoic expression on my face. Once l got near the gates, I saw lida talking to one of the reporters.
They seemed to have an unenthusiastic expression though.
“It's truly a unique opportunity to be under the direct tutelage of the pro we all admire, and to say that…” Iida said as he continued to talk more but I ignored that and headed to class.
“Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results.” Mr. Aizawa said, then turned to Bakugo.
“Bakugo, you're talented, so don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?” He added as Bakugo scoffed.
“Yeah, whatever." Bakugo said.
“And Midoriya.” Mr.Aizawa said as it made Midoriya tense up.
“I see that the only way you won the match is by messing up your arm again.” He said as Midoriya looked down in embarrassment.
“Work harder, and don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your quirk. That line's already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body while training here. But your quirk will be useful if you can get a handle on it.” Mr. Aizawa said. Midoriya looked up with a delighted expression.
“So show a little urgency, huh.” He added.
“Right!” Midoriya exclaimed.
“Let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future.” Mr. Aizawa stated. Many of the students tensed up, upon hearing this. “You all need to pick a class representative.” He finished, making them sigh in relief.
“Pick me, guys! I wanna be a class rep!” Kirishima exclaimed.
“I'll take it!” Kaminari said as he stood up.
“Yeah, you're gonna need me.” Jiro spoke.
“Someone with style would be best!” Aoyama said as he raised his hand.
“No! I'm the right pick!” Ashido piped in.
Many others raised their hands, wanting to become class reps except me.
They continued to raise their hands and argued about how they should become a class rep. I close my eyes with my usual stoic expression on her face as I think about the Senate who wants my blood and my parents' blood which my parents and I dislike so much.
The noise kept on until Iida stood up and yelled. “Silence! Everyone, please!” He exclaimed.
Everyone turned their focus over to him, including me with my usual stoic expression on my face.
“The class representative has to lead others. That's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratic. We will hold an election to choose our leader.” He said as he raised his hand.
“Is this the best idea?” Kaminari asked.
“We've only known each other a few days. How do we know who we can trust?” Asui questioned.
“Besides, everyone else will just vote for themselves.” Kirishima spoke.
“Most people will, but that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job.” lida stated, then turned to face the teacher.
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The perfect butterfly maiden
DobrodružnéWhen Shoto Todoroki was 5 years old he was with his older brother they were at the playground he saw a girl who is the same age as him, she has long straight richer darker brown shoulder length then he walked to her as she looks at him he asked her...
