𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 - 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨

class representative

The next morning at U.A. was far from normal. As I approached the school gates, I noticed a swarm of reporters gathered outside, cameras flashing and microphones thrust forward as they tried to get a glimpse of the students. Their voices melded into a chaotic chorus of questions about All Might and the recent events at U.A.

"Is it true that All Might's teaching here now?"

"How are All Might's classes?"

The crowd was overwhelming, but as soon as Bakugo appeared, the reporters' attention shifted toward him. He was barely holding back his irritation, his signature scowl even deeper than usual as he pushed through the crowd.

"Out of my way!" He snapped, showing a microphone aside with a glare that could melt steel.

I hung back for a moment, watching him bulldoze his way through before deciding to follow in his wake. The reporters didn't even try to stop me after seeing how Bakugo reacted, they just let me pass, too focused on their next big scoop.

Once we were inside, the noise faded, replaced by the usual hum of student life. I caught up with Bakugo as we walked toward the classroom.

"Quite the fan club you've got out there," I teased, earning myself a glare.

"Shut up," He muttered. "They're just a bunch of vultures. I'm here to train, not entertain."

I shrugged, falling into step beside him. "Fair enough. You ready for whatever's next?"

"Always." He replied curtly, eyes forward and filled with his usual intensity.

We entered the classroom, where everyone was talking about the reporters outside, but the conversation quickly shifted as Aizawa walked in. 

"All right, settle down," Aizawa said, his voice tired but firm. "Sorry about the late notice, but today, I'll have you..."

...take another special test?

"...decide on a class representative."

Immediately, several hands shot up, including Iida's, who was practically vibrating with enthusiasm. 

"Y/N are you going to nominate yourself?" Midoriya asked from the seat next to me, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I'm not really the type to lead. I think I'll just vote for whoever seems the most qualified."

Before Midoriya could respond, Iida suddenly stood up from his seat, his arm raised in his signature rigid manner. "Silence, please!" Iide called out, catching the attention of the entire class. "It is a job with serious responsibility of leading others. It is not a job for just anyone who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one."

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone absorbed Iida's passionate speech. His dedication was admirable, and it was clear he took this seriously.

I smiled slightly, nodding in appreciation. "He's definitely got the drive for it," I whispered to Midoriya, who nodded in agreement.

As the discussions continued Bakugo leaned back in his seat, looking completely disinterested. "This is a waste of time," He muttered under his breath.

I couldn't help but smirk. "Not a fan of democracy, Bakugo?"

"None of these idiots can lead." He said bluntly, crossing his arms. "They'll just get in my way."

Before I could say anything Aizawa began to speak. "We'll do this by vote. Write down the name of the person you want to nominate and pass your papers forward."