chapter 16

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Aizawa stands at the front, his usual tired expression masking the small weight of his announcement.

Aizawa sighs "We need to pick a class president."

Excitement erupts in the classroom. Almost everyone in Class 1-A starts shouting their desire to be class president, hands shooting up enthusiastically. But Y/N, seated quietly in the back row, remains silent, her cat ears flicking slightly at the noise.

Todoroki, sitting beside her, glances over, noticing her lack of interest.

Todoroki leans in with a soft voice "Don’t you want to be class president, Y/N?"

Y/N’s tail twitches as she shakes her head, a shy smile appearing on her face.

"No… I don’t think I’m capable of handling such a position. It feels like a lot of responsibility."

Momo, sitting in front of Y/N, turns around, her gaze warm but intense.

"Don’t say that, Y/N. You’d make a wonderful class president! You have a natural charm and strength that would inspire everyone." She said.

Todoroki nods slightly, his expression unreadable but his gaze lingering on Y/N a moment longer than necessary.

After 5 minutes, Aizawa announces that the voting has concluded. The results are tallied, and Aizawa looks down at the paper.

"The class president will be… Y/N, she got 4 votes."- Aizawa

Y/N’s ears perk up in surprise, her whiskers twitching as she stares wide-eyed at Aizawa.

"I got… four votes? But… how?!"- Y/n

Izuku, sitting a few seats away, looks equally surprised but happy as he realizes he got three votes himself. He glances around nervously.

Iida slumping slightly, sighs "I only got one vote… I see how it is. I suppose my insistence on the sacredness of the position may have come off a bit strong."

Bakugou suddenly stands, his voice booming through the room. "WHO THE HELL GAVE DEKU A VOTE?!" he shouted, glaring around the room with narrowed eyes, as if daring someone to speak up. His hands crackled with tiny explosions, clearly furious that Midoriya had received even a single vote.

Before anyone could respond, Mineta perked up with an unbothered grin, giving a carefree shrug.

“Well, I don’t care who voted for Midoriya, but I’m glad Y/N got elected! I mean, just look at her figure. She’s going to be there every day, guiding us, and I can go up to her with any excuse just to peek inside her s—”

He trailed off, a bit of drool escaping his mouth as he fantasized.

Before he could finish his sentence, Bakugou’s deadly glare shot over to Mineta, and he raised his hand, about to blast him into the next week. But Mineta’s scream wasn’t from Bakugou—it was from the sharp scratch he suddenly felt on his cheek.

Y/N stood beside him, her eyes narrowed, a dangerous smile on her face, her fingers still extended with her cat-like claws showing.

“Don’t cross the line, little one,” she said sweetly, but there was a distinct edge to her voice that made Mineta shrink in his seat, clutching his scratched cheek.

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