With every battle simulation that ended, All-Might and Izuku criticized and scrutinized every action and mistake. Optimizations and bad choices were deftly pointed out by the Veteran hero and Adept Vigilante.
Not many interesting Simulations played out, besides Todoroki getting reprimanded for giving Hagakure and Satou mild ice burns. He responded with a sincere apology.
Izuku expected him to whine more, but he's thankful that the guy isn't an asshole at least.
They ended up being dismissed with Bakugou still in the infirmary. Aizawa was now looking at footage from the tests, with a critical eye.
He promptly finishes, and glares at the class to demand attention.
"Izuku, your display of skill was top notch, however there was no need to shove Bakugo through a concrete wall. Don't do that again." Aizawa says as he shoots Izuku a look.
Izuku sighs, "Yeah, I'll see to that."
It was a pretty impulsive decision.
"The rest of you need some- no scratch that a lot of work. Your display was less than mediocre. We'll be fixing that as we move onwards." Aizawa smiled.
The class atmosphere cools under his watchful gaze.
The lectures proceed as normal. Aizawa is just about to dismiss them before-
"Before I forget, There is something that must be done." Aizawa says, tone foreboding.
The class rests in anticipation of his next words. Nothing good could come out of this.
"You'll have to choose a class representative." He says as he levels a stack of papers.
The tension snaps, the class collectively sighs.
"I think the best method of choosing would be a democratic vote!" Iida says, standing up.
"How you choose a representative is not my business. Ah, before I forget, choose a Vice representative as well." Aizawa says as he gets into his sleeping bag.
After a short pause, someone speaks up.
"I agree with Iida, a vote would definitely be the best option." Kirishima voices out.
"That's okay with me. Everyone else?" Uraraka asks.
The class responds with affirmations.
"Very well! Please vote for someone who you think would represent us well! Write a name on a piece of paper and drop it into the box." Iida says, gesturing robotically.
Iida promptly brings out an impromptu voting drop box, made from cardboard.
Now, onto the matter for who to vote for.
'Iida comes to mind. No, rejected idea. He's a stickler for rules and way too stiff to consider.' A far cry from Tensei.
Iida was definitely the wrong choice even though he fit the bill appearance wise.
'Momo, she's perfect. Academically she falls just after me, her leadership skills can definitely use some work along with her confidence, but that'll come with the job.' He profiles in his head.
Momo it is then.
Around 10 minutes later everyone seemed to be done.
Iida did them the honour of counting the votes. After rechecking the numbers he nods sharply before writing on the whiteboard.
Iida started writing from vote-1s, i.e, those that voted from themselves. Momo was after those people, with 2 votes. 5 votes were missing still.
A pit formed in his stomach once he realized his name wasn't on the board.
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Midoriya of the Dragon's Blood
Fanfiction"Oh shinobi, open your eyes." These are the words a small child named Izuku remembers from his extremely vivid dream. He was wounded and hungry, which shouldn't be possible since it was just a dream, right? Follow this story as a child finds his spo...
