Oni [BNHA x Male Reader]

[4]Breach

Arriving at U.A. the next day, you found just getting through the gates a challenge, seeing as a horde of news reporters had blocked the entrance and were attempting to interview the students that were trying to enter.

You huff and attempt to shove your way through, but before you can make any real progress, one of them steps in front of you and thrusts a microphone in your face. "Excuse me! What's it like learning under All Might..." The female reporter's voice trails off as she gets a good look at you. "Wait, aren't you?" she begins to ask as the other reporters turn their attention towards you. You shoot them a glare, but before you can say anything, a scarf wraps around your mouth and chest, pulling you through the crowd of reporters and past the gate.

Landing on your ass, you look up to see Aizawa standing above you, his signature scarf still wrapped tightly around you. He looks down at you with his usual expressionless gaze. "Get to class, Hikari." He says while unravling the scarf from around you. "I told you not to call me that." You grumble as you stand up, brushing off your clothes before heading towards the school building. Aizawa's gaze softens slightly as he watches you walk away, but he remains silent.

...

"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results." Aizawa said, shuffling a stack of papers before looking up. "Bakugo. You're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?" he scolded

"Tsk Yeah, whatever." Bakugo grumble

"And Midoriya." Aizawa said, shifting his gaze towards the green haired boy. "I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. 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 really useful if you can get a handle on it. So show a little urgency, huh?"

"R-Right." Midoriya stuttered while nodding.

"Let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future..." Aizawa paused, making the whole class tense. "You all need to pick a class representative."

'Oh, good. Just normal school stuff!' Everyone though in relief.

Everyone, excluding you and Todoroki, then started shouting that they wanted to be the class rep. Eventually, Iida manages to silence everyone, suggesting that they hold a fair and democratic election to decide who will become the class representative.

After everyone voted, the results were in. Midoriya was in first place with 3 votes, followed by Yaoyorozu with 2 votes.

"Okay, you idiots, who voted for him?" Bakugo angrily questioned

"What, did you honestly think anyone was gonna vote for you?" Sero smugly commented

"All right, the class rep is Midoriya, and our deputy is Yaoyorozu." Aizawa said as he leaned up in his sleeping bag.

...

Soon it was lunch time, and everyone was in the cafeteria ordering food from Lunch Rush. You order yourself a plate of sushi before looking for a place to sit. As you do, you feel eyes on you and notice a few groups of students whispering and glancing in your direction. You manage to hear snippets of their conversation.

"Is that him?'

"Are we safe with someone like him here?"

"Why did they let someone like him in?"

You grip your plate tightly and try to ignore the whispers. 'Dammit, that was quick.' you think to yourself before being snapped out of your thoughts by a friendly voice behind you.