The Phoenix {A BNHA Fan Story}

Chapter Six: Oh No, the Media

"You! What can you tell us about having All Might as a teacher?!" A microphone was shoved directly in front of Soraka, followed by a few more on either side of it.

"Please excuse me." She gently pushed the microphones aside and continued to shove her way through the crowd of media. She hated it and could feel her breathing start to speed up. She had to walk through the gate so she couldn't just avoid the group without setting off an alarm. The brunette seemed slightly offended before someone else caught her eye and she practically leaped at them.

Soraka let out a sigh of relief when she made it through and hurried to her classroom. She had plenty of time before getting here, but the crowd slowed her down so she only had a few minutes left.

"Fuck off!" She paused to glance back to see the crowd open up and that familiar blonde march right through it, his hand crackling in intimidation. She quickly turned back to the school and picked up a jog in an attempt to stay out of a conflict with him.

"Hey ash face!" A series of loud booms had him zooming through the air and skidding to a stop in front of her, forcing her to stop as well. "Who the hell do you think you are? Defending that nerd and then having the audacity to one-up me during those battles?" He grabbed the collar of her shirt forcefully, her jacket was resting over her arm. His sleeve slid down slightly, revealing the burn that was still seared into his wrist.

She grinned up at him, which just made him even more pissed. "So you're admitting I'm better than you?" He looked taken aback before shoving her forward with his fist, letting go of her.

"No one is better than me. Just wait, once I get the chance I'll make sure you get beat up worse than Deku." He shoved his fist into his pocket and stormed away, leaving her grinning. She followed behind from a distance, since they were headed to the same class, and when she arrived in the room she saw that he was at his own seat, grumbling to himself.

She went to her own and sat just as the bell rang and in came Aizawa, a stack of papers in hand. She barely listened, instead curious about the papers since it was such a large stack.

"Bakugou." Her eyes glanced over to the blonde as he was called out. "Grow up already. Stop wasting your talent." He received a mumbled response before calling out Midoriya.

"Now, onto homeroom business. Sorry for the announcement, but today.."

Soraka saw others tense up as he began his sentence and her own mind was running with what it could be. A quiz? Another quirk assessment?

"You'll pick a class president."

She let out a worried breath and relaxed, slumping slightly in her seat. After a moment for everyone to register what that meant, she jumped when others stood and threw their hands in the air, yelling about how they should be chosen. Yes, it would look good to agencies looking for interns or sidekicks, but she knew she just wasn't up to the task. She wasn't one for leading others since that would put their safety in her hands. I don't know what I would do if something were to happen to someone under my care.

"Quiet down everyone! Leading the many is a task of heavy responsibility!" Iida practically commanded everyone's attention, and he sounded like he was already their leader. It was admirable in a way. "But ambition does not equate to ability!" Her golden eyes were glued on him as were the others, hell he even got Bakugou to shut his mouth and listen. "This sacred office demands the trust of its constituents! If this is to be a democracy, then I put forward the motion that our true leader must be put forward by election!" His hand shot into the air with his last few words and his face was stuck in a serious expression, his brows furrowed and his eyes narrow.