MHA: A Second Chance at Life

The Break-in

The next day I made my way to school while I was listening to music and once I arrived at the front gate, I saw a swarm of reporters. Of course, they're here, they probably want to know about All Might. I sigh and walk toward the gate, the reporters notice me and start asking me questions but I ignore them. I almost made my way through the reporters, when one of them thought it was a good idea to grab my wrist. One thing about me is I hate being touched by people unless I allow them, consider them family, like Shota, Uncle Mic, and Aunt Midnight, or you're a close friend, like Hitoshi. These guys were neither of those things and they definitely don't have permission to touch me.

I pull my wrist out of the reporter's grasp and glare at them but all they do is shove their microphones in my face and they start bombarding me with questions about All Might. I feel someone else grab my wrist and I turn to see that Shota is the one who grabbed my wrist. He pulled me out of the crowd and told me to get to class. I made my way to class while having a glare on my face since I was still mad about being grabbed by one of those media vultures. I made it to class and I sat at my desk.

"Hey Tatsutora, are you okay?" Someone asks. I turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw it was Uraraka.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just one of the reporters decided to grab me." I answer while rubbing the wrist the reporter grabbed.

Uraraka looked shocked. "That's not right! I get they wanted to know about All Might but they shouldn't have grabbed you."

I nodded in appreciation and waited for class to start. A few minutes pass before Shota walks in and he starts by talking about the results from battle training.

"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys." Shota starts. "I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugo. You're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?"

Bakugo scowls before answering, "Yeah, whatever."

"And Midoriya." Midoriya stiffens when his name is called. "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."

Midoriya gasps.

"So show a little urgency, huh?"

"Right."

"Let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future."

The class started panicking when Shota said that.

"You all need to pick a class representative."

After that announcement, everyone started shouting that they wanted to be class representative.

"Pick me, guys! I wanna be class rep!" Kirishima shouts.

Kaminari raises his hand. "I'll take it!"

"Yeah, you're gonna need me." Earphone jack says.

"Someone with style would be best." The French disco ball says.

"I'm, like, totally the right pick!" Pinky shouts.

Being class rep in the hero course is a big deal because it's a chance to prove you can be a good leader. I've never been the type of person who would want a role like class rep. I know I can be a good leader but stuff like being class rep isn't really my thing.

"Silence, everyone, please!" Iida yells. "The class representative's duty is 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 democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader!"