Disabled Hero | My Hero Academia

Chapter Four

"Uh, can you please excuse us?" Hibiki asked part of the large crowd of media. Word got out that All Might was teaching at U.A. so all the media outlets came flooding. Once they noticed my uniform, I was bombarded with question and microphones shoved in my face.

"How is All Might as a teacher?"

"What is he like?"

"Why are you in a wheelchair?"

"Are you disable?"

The questions turned towards my disability instead of All Might. They swarmed me, trying to get me to answer their pressing questions. Hibiki was getting visibly annoyed with how they treated his adoptive daughter.

"Please excuse me and my daughter, we have work and school to attend too." Hibiki voiced. Some apologized and backed away, but there were still a few determined ones trying to worm their way towards us. We managed to squeeze our way out and into the schoolyard. Thankfully, the press can't pass thanks to the security measures. "Jeez, it's like they don't understand personal space." Hibiki breathed out. I hummed in response, rolling my way to the inside of the building. My adoptive dad and I said our goodbyes, going our separate ways.

•••

"Good work with yesterday's battle training. I've looked over your grades and evaluation." The homeroom teacher congratulated. Aizawa called out Bakugo to grow up and stop wasting talent. He did the same to Midoriya, telling him to control his quirk. "Now on to homeroom business. Sorry for the sudden announcement, but today you'll pick a class president."

"Such a normal school-like thing!"

People jumped up to be picked, raising their hands high into the air. Almost everyone was saying to each other that they want to do it. I had no real interest in being a class president. I was told by Manami that they mostly do mundane tasks for the teachers. But I guess that since it's U.A., people want the chance to lead the others. I think that maybe that Yaoyorozu should be, considering that she's very articulate and intelligent.

"Quiet down, everyone! Leading the many is a task of heavy responsibility. But ambition does not equate to ability!" Iida silenced the loud chatter. "This sacred office demands the trust of its constituents...! If this is to be a democracy, then I put forward the notion that our true leader must be chosen by election!"

His hand was raised the highest of them all.

Asui, I think her name is, seemed retorted that there hasn't been enough time to build trust. Someone else mentions that most people would vote for themselves. He said that was even more proof if they got more than one vote.

•••

Midoriya and Yaoyorozu were tied with three points each. Bakugo was enraged, yet again, that his rival got more votes than himself. Iida seemed disappointed with his own results - that of being zero.

"Fine. So, your president's Midoriya and our vice-president's Yaoyorozu."

•••

Lunch bell had rung before we knew it. Most of the class got up to head out for the cafeteria.

"Wada, may I talk to you." Whoever asked - well, more like ordered- had an almost bitter tone to their voice. It was Todoroki standing by my desk. I complied, following him out of the room whilst everyone else went to lunch. We went down the hallway to a more deserted area to chat.

He turned around to face me, staring directly into my eyes. I return the gaze as if it was a challenge.

"Who are you?" He asked with a stoic face. Not the exact question I was anticipating. I knew what he means, especially after our fight in battle training.