LACUNA ✰ BNHA

07: IIDA YOU LIB

In which [Name] cheats on her husband and experiences an unfair democracy.

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OCHACO ENTERED THE CLASSROOM FIRST TO SEE A PRECIOUS (H/C) HAIRED GIRL sleeping on her desk. [Name]'s hair was up and she was wearing a red hoodie that was way too big for her. She was drooling slightly as she dreamed on about Todoroki's eyes compared to a Husky's eyes, which was honestly so pure.

"Maybe I'll be Tracer..." The female snorted in her sleep.

Ochaco giggled to herself and took a seat next to the sleepy female, but made no attempt to wake her. As the rest of the class filtered in, Izuku made sure nobody was bothering her or was too loud-truth be told, the green haired cutie was worried about the bags under her eyes. They seemed to be getting darker every day, and while he didn't know much about [Name]'s home life, it concerned him how closed off she was about her life outside of school.

Kirishima, upon entering, flushed as he saw his favorite girl wearing his hoodie. And she looked as adorable in it as she did last night. He smiled quietly to himself as his heart warmed slightly, his facial expressions completely peaceful.

The classroom was now filled with soft chatter. Bakugo walked in last and slumped in his seat in the corner, avoiding the glances of everyone. After the events of the Battle Trial, he was too out of it to yell at anyone for looking at him. Even though he was still discontent, he accepted his defeat. The male was pulled out his thoughts as he heard soft snores to his right.

[Name]'s soft, (h/c) hair cascaded down and lay splayed all over her desk. Her bright, (e/c) eyes were closed, and she was slightly out of uniform due to the red hoodie she was wearing. Bakugo had seen Shitty Hair wear the hoodie once or twice... As he put the pieces together, his heart stung a bit. Surprisingly, he didn't feel any anger, he just felt... Empty.

"Alright you little shits, settle down." Aizawa stated as he entered the room. He chided Bakugo on something about the Battle Trial, and to everyone's surprise, Bakugo accepted the criticism without blowing up an entire whole ass person, for once.

Glancing at [Name], Aizawa simply sighed.

"One of you wake [Name] up."

"B-But sir! We can't do that... The last time I tried to wake her up..." Poor Izuku shuddered as he remembered a not so pleasant experience. It involved some pretty bad bruises. 

"Alright, then we will continue without her. I don't care either way. Today, we're going to pick a class rep. I don't care how you do it. Just pick one by the end of the day." Aizawa concluded, then climbed into his sleeping bag. Everyone sweatdropped at their 'great' teacher.

[Name] was suddenly woken up by a bunch of hormonal teenagers screaming about how they wanted to be class rep.

"Alright, I say we vote." Iida said. "Everyone, write your votes on a piece of paper and put them in this box."

"But everyone will just vote for themselves!" Kaminari protested.

Oooh, so that's what we're doing?

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"Okay, so here are the totals. 2 votes for Yaoyorozu, 3 votes for Midoriya, and... 69 votes for... Sans Undertale?" Iida widened his eyes with disbelief. "WHO IS THIS SANS UNDERTALE THAT IS BEING SPOKEN OF AND WHO VOTED FOR HIM 69 TIMES?"

"There aren't even 69 people in this class, so that means..." Kirishima snickered. Meanwhile, Kaminari and Sero were dying on the inside.

Everyone glanced at [Name], knowing that it was her. After all, she was the iconic crackhead of the class.