liquid smooth | mha x kny

OO6. INTRUDER ALERT !

"I've reviewed yesterdays training, good work for your first time." Aizawa compliments. Makomo thought he might be dying.

"Bakugou, you've got talent. Don't squander your potential just because you're immature and you lost. Grow up. Midoriya, you broke your arm again? The excuse of you being unable to control your quirk is getting old, knock it off. You won't go far without knowing your body's parameters. Izumi-"

Makomo stiffened as she heard her name.

"-Don't be less reckless. Don't jump from the twentieth floor all the way to the bottom just because you can. You might hurt yourself. Be rational, and use the stairs or a cloud or something. If you slipped up, you could've killed yourself." He said, sorting out some paperwork on his desk.

She visibly relaxed at that, and she couldn't help but giggle behind her hand. He was worried about her? She couldn't remember the last time someone in this world cared for her that much.

Her laughs came to a halt as she began frowning. Right. The only person who cared that much for an orphaned kid with tragedy in her veins was Urokodaki.

"Now, onto the next order of business. I'm aware that it's sudden, but my superiors informed me that today, you'll have to pick a student representative for school activities and such. A class president, if you will."

The class erupted, going into an uproar at the news. Makomo's hands shot to her ears as she activated her quirk, muffling her hearing with miniature clouds to drown out the sounds.

"Pick me!"

"Ooh, I wanna do it!"

"My rule as president will be that all females expose 30 centimeters of thighs!"

"I'm above you all!"

"Be quiet!" A booming voice yelled. It was Iida. Makomo frowned at the realization. It reminded her of the time at orientation when he boomed out about how U.A was disgraceful for making a mistake on the pamphlet.

Iida continued, "The student representative must be a person capable of pulling the weight of multiple students, helping everyone. It's burdened with responsibilities. I say we have an election, or a vote, to decide which student has the most trust!"

"Your hand's raised the highest, though?!"

"I couldn't care less," Aizawa huffed, ripping open a juice packet. "Just get it over with before the period's over."

Makomo honestly didn't care. She wrote down her own name, placing it in the election box. After a few minutes, the votes got tallied and revealed.

Yaoyorozu had two votes, whereas Midoriya had three, giving them the respective roles of vice president and class representative.

"I got zero votes..." Iida mumbled.

Sato looked disappointingly at his classmate, "So you voted for someone else even though you wanted the position, huh?"

"So, Midoriya is the president and Yaoyorozu is the vice-president. Good job," Aizawa remarked sarcastically.

"Huh?! Really?!" Midoriya stammered out.

Yaoyorozu sighed, "So close..."

Honestly, Makomo didn't understand why they were vying for the role so much. It may have looked good on an internship paper, but realistically, it was just another load on their plate. Besides, they should prove their ability to be useful in battle rather than their academic abilities if they wanted to land a job in Heroics.

They were child soldiers, being milked for their worth and pumped out of U.A for the sole purpose of being used by the government. If they had to use academic and extracurricular activities to beef up their resumes, were they really worth the opportunity?