Summary: AU. OC-Centric. 'It wasn't my lifelong dream to become a hero; it was merely a promise I made a long time ago, a promise I found I couldn't break. Entering U.A. high school, I figured, would just be another easy stepping stone in fulfilling that promise. I was completely and utterly wrong.'
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Chapter Six
First person POV
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"I'm late, I'm late," I sang, rushing to school at a speed that would put most normal people to shame, "Aizawa-sensei is going to kick my ass."
Hair pulled free from my loose ponytail due to my self induced wind, I started struggling to see where I was going with the amount of auburn that clouded my vision. Growling in irritation, I took one free hand to hold back the chaos, the other hand held with a purpose onto the the fraying strap of my bag.
I was practically there when I noticed my time limit was approaching; thankfully, the wide gates were in sight, the bell not ringing for another five minutes or so.
'More than enough time.'
Too focused on the fact that if I wasn't careful, I was going to set myself on fire again, I didn't even register the crowd surrounding the entrance until I practically ran one person over―feet skidding painfully into pavement, arms wobbly as I tried to steady myself, I connected with their back head on.
Bouncing off of the man, I stumbled back a bit blearily, rubbing at my now aching nose.
'What the hell?'
I then noticed the crowd was a lot bigger than I had originally seen―all of them came equipped with cameras, microphones, sound equipment, the works.
"Hey, watch where you're―!" The victim of my crash grouched, face blanking and angry words fading as soon as he saw my uniform and confusion. Expression brightening intensely, he stepped forward eagerly, jutting a microphone into my face with vigor as he regrouped himself. "Hey, a U.A. student! Tell me―how does it feel to have All Might as a teacher?"
Words were lost on me as soon as the offending device was pushed under my nose, pupils dilating in fear when I noticed the amount of attention he had caused to now fall on me.
"―A U.A. student―?"
"―Quick, ask her interview questions―!"
"―Kid, is All Might your teacher―!"
It was like I was rabbit surrounded by wolves.
Head whirling right and left as people began to swarm me, I took a step back, looking for an escape to this weird situation. Eyes landing on the front gates a few feet away, I caught sight of familiar green hair, looking just as overwhelmed and confused as I was.
'I only have about thirty seconds before I combust,' I thought, the reporters still encroaching on my personal space, practically backing me into a corner, 'better make this in twenty-nine, then.'
Widening my stance, I took a deep breath, pushing back stray tresses behind my ears in a rush―jetting off, I bobbed and weaved around stray cameras and vicious journalists, not even apologetic as I knocked a few off their feet; my arms now outstretched towards the slow moving Izuku.
Grasping him by the arm, I made sure I used all my strength not to leave him behind, dragging him with me as I ran through the front doors.
The poor guy didn't know what hit him until I went rolling to the floor, his unaccustomed figure falling with me.
Landing on my back, I sucked in a large breath, shaking off my rush and propping myself back onto my feet.
'Twenty-nine and a half―a little rusty, but I'm not complaining.'
Already wild hair looking more windblown, Izuku blinked owlishly as he stared up at the ceiling, not yet registering what had happened. Laughing at his dazed expression, I leaned over him, extending an arm to gain his attention with an adrenaline filled grin.
"You alright buddy?" I asked, voice snapping him back to his senses, "sorry I didn't ask first―I saw the reporters closing in on both of us and didn't have time to think of anything else."
Gripping my extended arm, I helped him to his red sneakered feet, amused by his breathless movements.
"Kasumi-chan! N-no, it's ok! Thanks for getting me out of there!" He stuttered, releasing my hand instantly and sheepishly rubbing the back of his head.
It all happened in a second―his scratching stopped, eyes resting on my figure, features blank and still. It was then that they twisted into horror, clouded eyes glinting brightly with concern.
"T-there's smoke coming from your uniform!" He spluttered, looking conflicted as to whether he was going to pat it out or leave me to do it myself.
Looking down, I noticed distinct scorch marks covering my sleeves and skirt, smoke rising slowly from some of the friction-induced marks. Sighing, I began patting them out, not even fazed.
"Oh, it's fine―!"
"―Fine? You're on fire―!"
"―It's just a drawback of my quirk." I finished, trying to calm the fretting boy. "It's normal when I run too long; at least I didn't openly combust this time."
He visibly relaxed, but a new glint settled into his eyes, one that screamed curiosity.
"I didn't even think your quirk would have a drawback like that―it's because of the friction, right?" He guessed, surprising me a bit, before he launched into mutterings and ramblings caused by brainstorming. "That leaves you with a time limit―but does the friction affect you if you were in resistant clothing? The energy you create to launch into high speeds is―!"
The sound of a brief alarm filled out senses, a loud thud originating just beyond the safety of the doors. Jumping in shock, Izuku ceased his rant, while I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"The reporters must've activated U.A.'s self-defense system," Izuku spoke, hands stuffed in his pockets as he raised his brow, "no one can enter U.A. if they don't have a student or teacher ID."
"Oh, that sucks for them," I spoke, not knowing what else to say. "Want to walk with me to class, Izuku?"
He visibly perked when I called him by his name―did I overstep a boundary? Did he not want me to call him that?―but the moment passed as he cheeks colored red, the sheepish demeanor I associated him with returning.
"Yeah," he smiled, before his over-thinking trait kicked in, "unless you don't want me to! I could always―!"
"I wouldn't ask if I didn't want you to, silly." I smiled, a hoped fluttering into the pit of my stomach. "Did you finish the English assignment? I could barely get through the first page!"
Our walk to class was filled with my complaining about the mundane lessons and hard homework, while Izuku either agreed or sweat-dropped at my colorful opinions.
My hope never faded, only grew brighter.
'I really want to be your friend.'
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"Decent work on yesterday's combat training you guys," Aizawa-sensei praised, the bags under his eyes a little less pronounced than before. "I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results: Bakugou, you're talented, so don't sulk like a child about your loss, ok―?"
"―Yeah, whatever―!"
"―And Midoriya, I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again." the disappointed teacher pressed forward, dark eyes full of displeasure. "Work harder―don't give me the excuse that you can't control your quirk. That line's already getting old."
'Harsh,' I thought, sympathetic eyes landing on the freckled boy's embarrassed shoulders.
"However, your quirk will become really useful once you get a handle on it, so show some urgency, will ya?"
Izuku's mood did a complete one-eighty, and I shared a disbelieving look with Mina.
"So encouraging." I whispered jokingly, her hands wrapping over her mouth to hide her snickers.
"Now," Aizawa spoke, the temperature in the room dropping a few degrees, "let's get down to business. Our next task will determine the course of your future."
'Our future?' I thought, hands clenching in anticipation as the rest of the class held their breath. 'Is there going to be another quirk test.'
"You all need to pick a class representative."
I wilted on the spot, shoulders slumping and relief coloring my features. The fact of having a normal high school task seemed so calming to my adrenaline frayed nerves―I wasn't sure if this was a bad thing, or a good one yet.
"Pick me guys!" an excited Kirishima jumped up from beside me, both hands waving in the air like a lunatic as his grin stretched, "I wanna be class rep!"
"I'll take it!" Kaminari shouted, calmly sitting but looking like he was bursting with as much energy as Kirishima.
I scoffed, which didn't go unnoticed by him.
"Oi, shut up Kasumi!"
"Make me, lightbulb!"
"Quirk-stealer!"
"Hey!"
The rest of the class buzzed over our friendly argument as they all self-promoted themselves, nearly everyone wanting to lead the class.
Personally, I knew I wouldn't be a good fit as class rep, so I stayed perfectly quiet―the only problem was, I wasn't sure who would be a good fit.
When Iida suggested a class vote, I realized I was going to have to decide, and fast.
I may have sat at my desk a little too long in making my decision. Staring at the paper given to me, I twirled the pencil thoughtfully within my fingers, lip bit in thought.
I was truly going through each person I had met so far, and if I thought that were capable for being class rep―Izuku was the first person that came to mind when Iida mentioned trust, but the boy didn't exactly know how to lead yet.
The next person I thought of had been Kirishima, but he was too eccentric and reckless to lead.
My eyes shifted to the raging blonde in the corner, expression fiery and self satisfied as he wrote down his option―most likely he voted for himself.
'Definitely not him.'
In the time that I spaced out, trying to genuinely write down a person I thought would be perfect for the role, I realized I missed the voting ballot completely.
Meaning, I forgot to send in my vote.
Crap.
"Election results are in: Midoriya is our class rep!"
Perking up in surprise, I stared at the wide eyed boy, who looked thoroughly startled as his gaze stayed lock on the chalkboard.
"How did I get three votes?"
Bakugou stood up in his seat instantly, hands smacking against the desk and eyes full of irritation. "Alright you idiots, who voted for him?"
"What, did you honestly think anyone was going to vote for you?" Sero pitched in, amusement coloring his tone as the wild blonde turned on him with utter anger.
"What did you just say?"
Poor Iida looked distraught, but had to comply with the results of the democracy he instilled. Tsuyu patted his arm in sympathy, while the rest just found themselves confused with the stern boy's antics.
As Izuku and Momo faced the class, one shaking and one looking refined, they thanked everyone, declaring they were going to do their best.
"Hey," Aizawa chimed in a few moments later in disinterest, much to my horror, "someone didn't vote."
I cringed, a sheepish smile on my face and cheeks redder than my hair, "Oh, yeah, sorry guys―!"
"Kasumi!"
…
The election results stayed the same in the end―though, everyone was either exasperated with me or thought it was the funniest thing ever.
I soon found myself at lunch, surrounded next to a boisterous Kirishima and Kaminari, a gossiping Mina, and a bickering Sero and Mineta. Truth be told, I wasn't the happiest that Mineta had taken residence at our lunch table, but who was I to kick him out.
'Though, as soon as one little creepy comment gets directed at me, that dude is finished.'
"I can't believe you forgot to vote, Kasumi-chan!" Mina joked, jabbing me with her elbow and causing me to choke on the white rice I had stuffed into my mouth, "Did you pay attention at all during class today?'
Scowling, I rubbed my side, a pout forming on my lips. "Of course I was paying attention! I was deeply considering who I would vote for!"
"Why didn't you just vote for yourself?" Kirishima asked, pointing at me with his chopsticks, expression a bit confused.
Shrugging, I took another bite of my lunch, subconsciously pushing my hair behind my ear. "I don't think I'm suited for it―too much responsibility, ya know?"
A frown marred his face, but he didn't press any further into the matter―not that there was anything more to press into―and quickly changed the subject.
"Did you see all those reporters today? They wouldn't leave me alone!"
"Oh, yeah!" Kaminari threw in, mouth full of food, eyes wide as he was about to launch into his story, "I thought they were gonna eat me alive! They were everywhere! Did you see―!"
I paused in my chewing as the others joined in the conversation of the disaster that was the morning, a feeling of anxiousness settling into my gut.
Something was off, my instincts practically screaming at me to get moving, get running―but as I peered around the bustling cafeteria, I couldn't find solid proof of why.
Mina sensed my distress, the first one to break away from the chattering to level me with a confused look.
I was about to open my mouth to speak, reassure her that it was nothing, when alarm sirens started blaring loudly throughout the large windowed room.
Everyone stared at one another in shock, movements frozen and all traces of laughter gone.
"Warning: level three security breach―students, please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion!"
I was the first to stand up, adrenaline rushing so violently through my veins I'm sure it was unhealthy. Snagging Mina by her arm and Kaminari by the collar of his blazer, I swiped them both away from the table, overwhelmed as students started panicking.
If the sirens weren't what blew out my hearing, it would be the shouts of fear and hysteria. The entirety of the lunchroom turned into a stampede, U.A.'s students rushing to get to safety.
I started running with them, quirk not activated, my friends hot at my heels. I stopped short when I realized with horror that the exit was completely blocked up, bodies pushing and scraping for a way out.
"Guys, turn around―!"
It was too late. The rest of the crowd of students caught up to us, throwing us point blank into the thunderous mob of future heroes.
My height couldn't help me here; if anything, it was what was going to get me trampled first.
"Kasumi!" Kirishima yelled, arm outstretched as he tried to take hold of my hand, "grab on!"
I desperately tried to grasp at his fingers, but the shoving of the crowd was too intense, carrying me farther and farther away in seconds.
'If only I could use my quirk,' I thought, out of breath and cringing at each blow, 'but there isn't an escape!'
It had only been a minute, and I had completely lost sight of Kaminari, Mina, and Kirishima―hell, I couldn't find anyone from my class―their brightly colored hair and loud voices drowned out by the roar of the mob.
"Gah!" I yelled out as an arm came crashing hard into the right side of my head. Spots swam in my vision, feeling a little dizzy and nauseous as the swaying continued.
If I didn't get moving, I wasn't going to make it.
"Oi, shorty! Get up!"
My gaze snapped to my left as a strong hand gripped my shoulder, pulling me upwards and away from the middle of the sea of anarchy. Confused, I traced the boyish hand up to a very annoyed face, familiar sneer in place and red eyes dangerous as they glared forward.
"Bakugou?" I questioned, complete disbelief washing over my features.
However, his gaze was locked onto something flying above us―curiously, I peeked upwards as well, knowing that arm clubbed me good when I saw a flying Iida shoot through the air.
'Great, I'm hallucinating.'
When my 'hallucination' continued to sail through the air and smack straight into the wall, I started doubting what was fake and what was reality.
"Listen up! Everything is ok!" Iida screamed at the top of his lungs, deep voice full of determination and concise thought. "It's just the media outside! There is absolutely nothing to worry about! We're U.A. students, we need to remain calm, and prove that we're the best of the best!"
The effect Iida wanted worked―everyone froze, registering that there was no danger, we were all going to live. People started casting their attention towards the windows, noting the police were here, the reporters were leaving.
I felt the strong hand that saved me from being trample release my shoulder, the tall figure of Bakugou Katsuki pushing through the crowd and leaving me behind.
My mouth parted to speak, shout after him, thank him―but I was cut off as Kirishima and the others caught up to me, checking if I was ok, and me checking up on them.
Once I knew everyone was fine―and Mina was done fretting over the bump I got to the head―I cast one last look onto the back of the blonde's head, eyes narrowed in thought.
'What the hell was that?'
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"It's time class rep, let's begin."
Now back into the safe confines of the classroom, I sat hunched in my seat, head throbbing and a dull headache settling in.
Mina―and surprisingly Kirishima―kept shooting me worried looks, ever the mother hens. I gave both of them a thumbs up and a grimace, shooing away their concern in light of wanting to here the announcements.
"Oh, u-uh, ok! We n-need to figure out w-who the other class officers will be!" Izuku trembled, blushing and nervously sweating as he regarded the class. "But first, there's something I want to say."
Everyone started paying a little more attention as the shy boy's voice stopped shaking, his gaze clear and emotions flooding his tone.
"I've thought a lot about this, and I think that Tenya Iida should be our class rep! He was able to capture everyone's attention and get us in line―so I believe he should be the one leading our class from now on!"
A stunned silence filled the room, the only reactions being Izuku's warm smile and Iida's disbelieving gaze.
"Yeah, you know what," Kirishima brought up to break the silence, signature grin present, eyes earnest, "if Midoriya vouches for him I'm good―Plus he was a big help! He totally manned up and took charge, right?"
Kaminari eagerly nooded, sharing the same look as Kirishima. "Haha, yeah! And did you notice he looked the guy on the emergency exits signs when he was up on the wall earlier?"
I chuckled a bit at that, eyes crinkled as I propped my chin on my hand, freely twirling a strand of hair.
'He'll make a good rep―I'm not sure why I didn't consider him in the first place.'
"This is a waste of time," Aizawa-sensei stated, figure hidden within the confines of his banana yellow sleeping bag, expression looking a mix between fatigue and annoyance, "I don't care who the rep is, just hurry up."
"If Midoriya is nominating me for this job," Iida stood, eyes closed and back poised, "then I humbly accept! I pledge to carry out the duties of class rep to the best of my abilities!"
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