♥️ CLASS PRESIDENT ♥️

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Oh my god...

I felt my palms get sweaty as my legs trembled anxiously. My eyes stared down at the microphone that was in front of my face with nervousness. So many reporters are surrounding me...shoving cameras in my face, asking me so many questions, taking pictures even! "Can you tell us what's it like to be teaching with All Might?" The reporter asked enthusiastically. I tried to get the words to come out of my mouth but I couldn't...it was too much—too many people were crowding around me, bombarding me with so many questions.

"...I-I...I-"

"Would you leave her the fuck alone?"

I jumped slightly at the booming voice from behind me and looked back to see no one other than Bakugou.

Huh?

I was slightly confused as to why he would want to butt in like that. I thought he was just the type of person to ignore his surroundings that he sees as a waste of his time but here he is, speaking up for me. "B-Bakugou-" I was cut off when he grabbed my wrist and began pulling me away from the crowd of reporters.

"Hey, excuse me! Are you in All Mights class? Oh, hold on." She and the crowd started following us, trying to get their desired responses from us U.A. students like their lives depended on it. "Aren't you two those Sludge Villain kids?" She questioned. Bakugou stopped in his tracks as I heard him growl under his breath, gritting his teeth.

"Walk away." He gruffed. That seemed to get them to back off as we continued to walk away, heading towards the school. His grip on my wrist was slightly tight but not to the point where it was hurting me. I still pondered on the fact that Bakugou came out of his way to get me out of that crowd of people. But either way, I'm incredibly grateful for his help.

The major news that All Might had been hired as a member of UA has caused so many people by surprise, now desperately moving forward to ask questions to not only the teachers—but to the students as well. They wanted to be able to find a story to put into the newspapers, wanting to get their hands on All Might...It was nerve-wracking, to say the least.

.·:*¨ ¨*:·.

"Defend work on yesterday's combat training everyone." Mr. Aizawa praised nonchalantly. "I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results." He announced. He looked down at the piece of paper and looked straight at Bakugou. "Bakugou, you're talented. So don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?" Bakugou let out a scoff at Mr. Aizawa's words before muttering under his breath. Mr. Aizawa continued to tell Deku'a the results, not leaving out some harsh but truthful feedback. After he was finished, he said that we needed to get down to business. "Our first task will decide your future,"

Please don't let it be another quirk test...

"you all need to pick a class representative."

...A class what? Class President?

This seemed to beam the class up, everyone was enthusiastic at the sound of having the chance of becoming the class president. That seems normal enough...it's always good to have a class representative to help out the class—it gives students a sense of leadership and courage knowing that they have someone who's like that. But there's much more than that...so much more that I can't take. People like Iida...Deku, maybe even Momo can take on that role. I feel like they'll be good picks for becoming a class representative. It's not about extra work, it's about getting noticed by agencies—a way to prove that you are capable of leading a team like a real hero. However, it is a good thing. But for me, it just seems like a whole bunch of anxiety...something that I am not able to fight back with.

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