U.A. was everything she had imagined it was and more so.

The staff was brimming with pro heroes, the classes filled with kids like her that had their hearts set on becoming pros and the skill, drive, and knowledge to back them up. It was so unlike anything she had experienced in middle school, sure there were a few students back then that wanted to become a hero, but they seemed less serious about it than she was.

There were just two things that could make U.A. just that little bit better. The first was a selfish desire to be in the same class as Izuku, sadly, they were, with him being in class 1-A while she was in class 1-B. But she still had every chance to see him during lunch, and they could easily take a train ride home.

Which was only ever so slightly awkward when she thought about how much he had matured in the year she had known him. Especially on the forearm and muscle categories.

The second problem was -

"Ha! Clearly, you have forgotten that I come from the prestigious Nomanaka school!" Monoma, her loud, ever so annoying classmate spoke from the podium beside her. It was the second week of school and they were just now selecting who would become the class president. Debate style. "I have had leadership responsibilities in the past, additionally thanks to my quirk I will be able to assist you all in better understanding your own quirks through my unique skill set! If you want to have the superior candidate for class president vote for me! Monoma!"

He had been talking non-stop for the past fifteen minutes. He was rambling, loudly, about how he was the superior candidate, and even going so far as to take up her time for making her case for becoming the student president.

And their teacher, the hero Vlad King: Sekijiro Kan, sat in the back arms crossed looking onward with a frown that made him look like a bulldog. He had left this matter up to them alone and would only step in if they took to long.

Which Monoma was currently devouring.

"Indeed if I am elected-"

She hit him, on the back of the neck, her quirk partially activated. He slumped forward, all the steam gone from him as she held him up by his shirt collar. He wasn't knocked out or anything, just kind of stunned. It was probably uncalled for and it bad taste but it was-

"I vote for Itsuka," one of her fellow students, a plain looking girl with black hair that fell to her chin stood from her seat, it was Yui Kodai one of the few girls in her class. Her quirk lets her change the size of objects.

Others began to stand as well, and soon over half the class had stood voting her in as class president. She didn't even say a single word.

XXXX

Class President. He was the class president. How did this happen? Why? When? What was he supposed to do? He understood the importance of the roll and that he did want to be it, that he should want to be it. But the stress was already getting to him.

He stared at his partially eaten plate of food, just letting the reality of the situation sink in. Nope, wasn't sinking in. Was All Might his class president? It was a leadership role and would set him apart from his peers but what was he supposed to do, he could barely even talk to Momo the vice president without stuttering.

A tray slammed down in front of him, shocking him out of his thoughts, his finger still sore from the quirk test yesterday bent awkwardly when he brought his hands down.

"Guess, who's the class president of 1-B?" Itsuka, smiled at him, her orange hair hanging in front of one of her shoulders, and a large toothy smile dominated her face. Beside her stood another girl, one with black hair and a serious look on her face. "Oh, and this is Yui Kodai, she's from my class. Yui, this is Izuku, my friend from my dads Dojo."

"Hi," The girl nodded sitting down at his table. She blinked at him turning her head sideways before picking at her food.

"Oh uhh hello." This was the first time he'd seen someone from Class 1-B that wasn't Itsuka, though he'd heard of how annoying Monoma was. "Wait, you're the class president too?"

"Yea." Itsuka stared at him, her green eyes boring into him as the slender orange arch of her eyebrow rose. He'd never tell her but while she looked cute in her middle school uniform, her U.A. uniform made her even cuter. She pointed her unbroken set of chopsticks at him. "You're the class president too?"

He gave a small nod, head slinking down into his shoulders. "Somehow," he poked at his food again. "I ended up getting three votes."

"And that was enough?" Itsuka questioned. "I got over half the class to vote for me."

"She hit Monoma." Yui spoke up, the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

"Ahh, they loud guy?"

Yui nodded. "Yep."

Itsuka's face flushed in a rare act of embarrassment. "He wouldn't stop talking, I'm not a violent person!"

"Izuku!" The chipper voice of one of his classmates pulled him out from his drew his eyes away from Itsuka. It was Ochako, the second girl he managed to talk to for more than two syllables. She beamed at the table, her round cheeks stretched by her smile, her brown hair bouncing with her every step. "Oh, is this that girl you keep talking about?"

She slid into the seat next to him, looking right at Itsuka. "The one that showed you those awesome kung-fu moves you used to beat Katsuki, and the orange hair? Itsuka or something?"

"You talk about me?" Itsuka's smile turned wry as she looked at Ochako, "Nice to meet you, I'm Itsuka."

Now it was his turn to blush. Wait, he was always doing that. "I mean I don't really, but I do, it's just that when they asked about how I learned things, and how I was able to-"

"I wish I could have seen it!" Ochako hummed, taking a bite of her rice. "But one of the cameras showed Izuku throwing Katsuki into the wall without using his quirk! It really pissed Katsuki off. Which is okay because he's kind of a jerk. Oh, I'm Ochako by the way."

"Nice to meet you, this is Yui." Itsuka gestured towards her quiet classmate, before turning towards him a withering smirk on her face that had him squirming. She was so going to give him hell about this the next time they went to training. "And you didn't tell me you beat that jerk up."

"I like her already," Ochako beamed grinning ear to ear.

"Yes," Another plate was placed down next to him. "It was quite the show and the finish took me off guard as well," Iida sat down next to him, a fist clutched at his side and he looked ready to give an epic speech - but that was just Iida in a nutshell. "You truly are the better class president candidate, not only did you see through the entrance exam but you also managed to use Katsuki's unpredictable nature in our clash to your advantage."

"Wait, what did he see through in the entrance exam?" Itsuka perked, pushing her orange ponytail behind her shoulder as she blew on a bite of her food. "Because he was freaking out for like two weeks straight that he failed it. Ya'know despite the fact that he punched a giant robot."

Iida's face fell. "Wait? You mean he didn't know that there would be rescue points?"

He slunk down into his seat. He didn't know Iida thought so highly of him and now all that respect was going to vanish!

"Nope," Itsuka plopped a bite into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows at him. "He didn't, not at all."

"And his fight with-"

The alarm blared.

"Security level 3 has been broken." A calm robotic female voice sounded from the speakers. "All Students. Please evacuate in an orderly fashion."

Panic erupted in the cafeteria. Students heading towards one of the two exits in a horde, congesting the system in a way that could not be considered orderly. They shoved, bashed and pushed their way forward desperate to get out and to safety.

"What's going on?" Itsuka asked, somehow she managed to stick near him in the rush, the quiet girl Yui was there too, her expression largely unchanged. "Is this a drill? I don't remember reading about security level 3."

"I don't think it's a drill," He said as another student pushed him into her. He touched something soft for half a second before standing back up. "Sorry!"

"It's okay!" She replied quickly her face growing redder by the second. "We should let the crowd disperse before we try to go any further, a panic like this is no good."

"Agreed," Yui nodded, turning to look out the window. She blinked a few seconds before looking back at Itsuka. "It's the press."

It was! Weren't they've been at the front gate for a while trying to get an interview from All Might. Still, if that was the cause of everything then-

"Everyone!" Iida slammed into the wall above one of the exit signs drawing all eyes towards him. "Everything's fine! It's just the press! There's Nothing to panic about! We're fine!"

"Huh, if you spoke up sooner Yui you could have been a hero." Itsuka patted her friend on the back.

"No thanks."

He stared at Iida for a few moments, relief washing over him as he realized something. Iida would make a much better class president than he would.

XXXX

"So, how's it going Mr. Class President of 1-A?" She asked, sliding down onto the seat next to Izuku, smiling at his still ever so slightly nervous demeanor. It was good that Izuku was well liked in his class, and it looked like he actually had a few friends. Still, it would have been nice to be in the same class as him.

Izuku gave half a jump perking up from his seat on the train, the sea dominated the horizon bathed orange by the setting sun, as a few buildings zoomed past them. "Oh, umm, well, the thing is I ended up giving the position over to Iida."

"What?" The glasses guy that calmed the crowd during lunch? "Really? I mean I get why, but just, like why?"

He shrugged, moving his bag between his legs, allowing an empty space between them to linger. Obvious. Waiting to be filled. Seriously what was she thinking? She wasn't interested in Izuku like that! Not one bit! They were just friends. She was just still in shock over how muscular he had become.

"Well, I think that he'd be a good class president is all. Better than me anyway."

"Really Izuku?" She swatted him in the arm. "I don't get you, you push yourself hard enough to make a quirk appear out of nowhere, you train like a madman, and you're a a nice guy, give yourself a bit of credit. You would have been a great class president."

It was easy to make him blush after a few compliments.

"Thanks," An uneasy smile fell on Izuku's face. "I was happy when I was elected class president, but then I also quickly realized I just didn't want the position. I'm not really a good leader, responsible people that can talk in front of crowds like you or Iida are much better for the job."

"Well, whatever, I still think you would have done great at the job." Somehow that small gap that Izuku had made had been filled, there was less than an arms width between them, if either one of them moved their legs, moved their arms, made any kind of movement they'd be touching. Not that it mattered, there was no reason for it to matter, she'd touched Izuku plenty. In a fight, or training. But not in public.

Seriously what the hell was wrong with her?

Sticking her tongue out she relaxed into her seat. She needed to get her mind off whatever the hell this was. She wanted to know. "So, what's with that girl… the one with the round face? Ochako?"

"What about her?" He sat up straight in his seat, face going beet red as he stuttered rapidly.

Oh, this was going to be so fun to tease. "Well, I get that she's your classmate and that she was your partner for whatever exercise you did." Opening gambit, test defenses. "But she seems friendly enough." Remove defenses. "You don't have a crush on her do you?"

Crushing Blow.

Izuku stuttered, sputtered and spasmed, his face somehow growing even redder as a building blocked the light from the sun. "I-I-I-I wouldn't say that! She's just a classmate and the girl that I ended up saving in the exam, and then we were partners. That's not to say she isn't a cute girl, but we've only known each other for a week and we're classmates, and I-"

Why did that reaction make her feel so… bleh?

"Relax Izuku," she forced a smile, looking out over the sea once more. "I was just joking, I'm just happy you're surviving a class with that jerk in it."

"Oh," Izuku took a few breaths his green eyes falling to the ground for a moment. The freckles on his checks drew her attention. Had they always been there? Yes, but why was she just now noticing them? They were, really hard to look away from.

He met her eyes. He caught her staring. How long had she been doing that? Her cheeks felt red. Why did her cheeks feel red? What on earth was happening to her? She looked at her shoes.

"Well, how about you? How are you surviving your class, they made you the president right?" Izuku asked he didn't ask about why she was staring at him. "That girl Yui seemed nice."

"She's a bit quiet," She didn't have to force a smile as she turned to look at Izuku once more, eye to eye. "She's actually the vice president, probably because she was the first person to vote for me after I uh, you know, hit Monoma to shut him up."

"I never did take you for the violent type."

"Shut up!" Now she had a reason to blush. "I normally don't like to hit people but it just seemed like the right thing to do at the time! He just kept talking! Loudly! I'm surprised you didn't hear him in your room. I mean, he's kind of a nice guy and his quirk is neat but really-"

"Oh," Izuku placed a hand over his mouth like he was a gossiping old woman. "Do you have a crush on Monoma."

She fake gagged. "Don't make me puke. He is so not my type."

"You have a type."

"Yes, it's," Him. Izuku. The boy sitting right next to her. Oh. She had a crush on Izuku. Fuck. "I mean no, I don't really have a type, I'm just focused on being a hero is all!"

"I'm just joking Itsuka, payback for earlier." He stuck his tongue out at her.

"Oh, I'm so going to kick your ass if we spar tonight."

As soon as she figured out what the hell she was supposed to do with this crush.

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

AN: Chapter 9 and she has a crush! Woo! Now for 6 chapters of her not knowing what to do as the crush slowly grows while the author pulls their hair out for not having any idea what to do either!

This chapter was largely just there to establish a few side characters. I like Yui, she's blunt.

Please review, and I'll see you all next week! (Hopefully, exams, stress, and not really having a good road map for this).