UA Traitor (Denki. It's Denki)

Part 1 (yay)

"Denki," someone cried from the other side of my door, "we're going to be late for class!"

I groggily opened my eyes, sat up and looked around my incredibly tacky and somewhat horribly patterned dorm room.I mentally cursed Tomura for suggesting I decorated my school dorm to reflect my alias.

"Coming," I cried, "who is it?"

"Kirishima," he laughed, "who else would it be, Bakugo?"

I snorted at the thought of the explosive blond caring about me getting to class on time. Of course, he probably would be waiting at the door for Kiri, who he definitely liked, no matter how many times he denied it.

I threw on my uniform and squirted a bit of toothpaste in my mouth, working it around like mouthwash as I barged out the door, slinging my bag over my shoulder. I was glad I had the foresight to pre-pack it the night before.

"Slept in?" Kirishima asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," I said, throwing on a grinn, "I was playing video games." The lie slipped off my tongue as easily as breathing.

Kirishima laughed. "Can't say that I wasn't up last night too, but I got to sleep around five something."

The truth was that I had been reporting back to Tomura, and hadn't even tried to sleep until one, I hadn't been able to sleep until a few hours after getting to bed.

"Hey idiots," Bakugou yelled from down the hall, "get your asses moving."

Kirishima and I jogged down the hallway, catching up to our loud classmate, who was already walking into class. We stepped through the door just after he did, and I looked around at all of the people already in the room. Everyone was already sitting down, except for us and Iida, who was in the front of the room, lecturing Bakugou as he chopped air vigorously and Bakugou growled at him.

I slid into my seat, flashing a flirty grin at Jiro, who just rolled her eyes and continued to doodle on the paper in front of her.

"CLASS IS ABOUT TO BEGIN," Iida commanded, his hands a blur, "EVERYONE TO YOUR SEATS!"

"Um, Iida," Uraraka said, "you're the only one standing."

"Oh, yes, I suppose you are right." Iida muttered, and went to his seat behind Tsuyu.

After a few minutes, a sleeping bag clad Aizawa hopped through the doorway, unzipped his yellow sleeping bag, and announced that we were having a pop quiz.

I groaned, not because I was going to fail the quiz, but because I would have to answer all the questions wrong, and endure Jiro and Bakugou making fun of my bad score.

I squinted at the paper feigning a look of incomprehension. My pencil scips down the paper, a pattern of wrong answers, half answered questions, with the occasional fully correct answer, just so I wouldn't fail the class, but just few enough to keep me hanging at the bottom of the class, far away from any suspicion.

After that class was English, taught by Present Mic, which I actually enjoyed because I was very fond of english literature and classics. The rest of the classes were just as bad as Azawa's, and I ended up catching up on some sleep during a few of the classes. However, the worst class by far was our hero training, mostly because it was taught by All Might, which meant I not only had to stand by when I could easily kill him and end my mission that much quicker, but I would blow my cover faster than you could say 'traitor', and I was valuable to the league. (Tomura loves me, he just never admits it, hehe) but also because it meant I had to pretend to short circuit every time I hit my 'wattage limit' and resist the urge to fry my classmates every time they laughed and made fun of me while I acted like an idiot. What can you do?