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Mentions of rape
Mentions of suicide
Slight Gore
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"Do you know him, Izuku?" Denki discreetly pointed at Bakugo who was glaring them down. "He seems vaguely familiar but I doubt I actually know him. I've probably just seen him somewhere before."
Denki hummed, satisfied with the answer.
"Maybe he mistook you for someone else. But who the hell would answer to the name Deku?" Izuku winced subtly.
There it was again.
That tiny sting in his head when Bakugo had first called him that.
"Let's just hope we can avoid him and his dumb outbursts."
Soon enough, their teacher walked in and everyone hurried over to their seats.
"Today, you'll be choosing a class president. Do it however you like as long as you don't bother me." the man announced and crawled into his cocoon, leaving all twenty students perplexed with his odd behaviour.
However, to the grumpy man's displeasure, the class burst into excited chatter, declaring themselves as class president and breaking into arguments whenever someone disagreed.
Izuku rolled his eyes at their noisiness, already feeling a headache coming in.
"What the hell did I just say about not bothering me?" a threatening aura surrounded the classroom and the students immediately clammed up, too afraid to do anything to upset their already annoyed teacher even further.
"Mr. Aizawa, I have a suggestion to make." Izuku noted that it was the same kid who yelled at him during the exams.
"Why don't we just vote for who we want to be our class president? It's a less tedious and more efficient way of determining who gets to—"
"Sure, whatever. Just make sure you're all quiet this time." The class nodded and waited for him to fall back asleep.
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"Why the hell did no one vote for me? I'm fucking perfect for the job." Bakugo raged at the election results.
"Probably because no one wants to put up with your noisy ass." Izuku muttered, turning away from the blonde to look at the results on the board.
"Huh, people actually voted for me."
His eyes swam around the classroom, stopping at Iida's depressed form. Izuku guessed he wanted to be class president but he just took that from him.
Looks like I just gave him another reason to dislike me.
"Um, Izuku..." A tall, raven haired girl stood by his desk nervously. "Yes, Momo?"
"We're supposed to give a speech to the class and vow to work hard." Izuku nodded slowly and got up, following Momo to the front of the class.
