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Upon arriving back to the classroom from my silent walk, I was met with the stares of all of my classmates who were already there, Momo and Midoriya standing at the front.
"I got lost," I said monotonously before taking my seat in the back of the classroom.
"Come on, class rep," Momo looked to Midoriya after I had sat down. "Start."
"N-Now, let us decide on the other class officers..." He stuttered out, looking absolutely terrified. "But first, can I say something?" Momo looked at him confused and let out a small 'eh?' "I think... that Iida Tenya should be class rep after all! He was able to get everyone's attention in such a cool way. I think it would be best for Iida to do it." Midoriya looked ten times calmer when he got to the end of his little announcement.
I'm good with that too," Kirishima added. "Midoriya's saying it, and it's true that Iida was a big help at the cafeteria today."
'Did I miss something?'
"Yeah, and he kind of looked like the person on the emergency exit signs, didn't he?" Pikachu—I mean, Kaminari agreed.
"You're wasting time," Aizawa interrupted them, looking completely fed up with us, causing Midoriya to go back to looking terrified. "I don't care what you do, just hurry up and do it."
Iida stood up, "If the class rep has nominated me, then it cannot be helped. From this day forth, I, Iida Tenya, promise to do my best to carry out the duties of class representative." He had his arm raised high as he pledged.
"We're counting on you, Emergency Exit!" Kirishima gave him a thumbs-up.
'Well, at least I don't have to do it. That'd be a nightmare of responsibilities to add to what I've already got.'
. . .
Another day had passed and once again I had tried to find my way to the roof for lunch. I didn't find it. So now I find myself in class, about to begin the hero-portion of school again.
"For today's hero basic training, it's turned into a class with three instructors: All Might and me, and one more person," Aizawa drawled out at the front of the room.
"Excuse me! What'll we be doing?" Sero butted in.
Aizawa held up a card the had the word 'RESCUE' on it in blue. "Disasters, shipwrecks, and everything in between. It's rescue training."
Everyone started making comments and were wriggling in their chairs, hyped up about getting to go and do more hero stuff.
I raised my hand, not bothering to be called on before speaking, "Yo, does this mean we're going on a field trip? 'Cause I'm down for that."
"Hey, I'm not done," Aizawa got the whole class to shut up and ignored my question. I lowered my hand. "You can decide if you want to wear your costume or not this time." He pressed the button to get the costumes out of the wall. "Because there are probably costumes that limit your abilities, too."
'I'm wearing my costume, and nobody can stop me! My costume is amazing, not to mention it makes my butt look good.'
"The training will take place off-campus, so we're taking a bus," Aizawa continued. "That is all. Start getting ready.
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Sands (BNHA x antihero!reader)
FanficAt 18 years old (or not), you've been sent to Japan to infiltrate their hero system and set things straight. Quickly teaming up with Stain due to your matching ideals, you infiltrate the first-year class of U.A. pretending to be fifteen. Your missio...