Hello! I'm back. Somehow. This chapter is going to be the setup for USJ. Class Pres, Reporters, all that business. But uh...yeah. I'm excited about USJ. It's one of my favorite arcs, so we'll see how that goes.
As an aside, I have another MHA fic rolling around in my brain, so let me know if you guys wanna see a chapter on that sometime in the future. It won't come out until after USJ, at a minimum, since I'm not going to deal with trying to deal with two world-building sections at the same time. Too much strain as a writer.
Anyway, onto reviews!
Jack Rewhawke: I...yeah, I got no excuse for that. I kinda just wanted a cool scene and...well, they kinda broke like, 8 laws. I'll try to address it, a bit later. Maybe the Hero Killer Arc? If you see this, talk to me about it.
Guest:...I mean, okay. Not the best insult. But really? Before you, there were 38 reviews over 7 chapters. That's 5.43 reviews per chapter. That's not bad, I think. Thanks for the review, though.
Shin: Oh, trust me, you have no idea. Inko is a badass, I refuse to listen to anyone who says anything else. Her quirk is insane when used correctly. 'Small Objects' is vague. Anything from protons to a cat could technically fit that definition. About Mineta...I mean, yeah. He covers someone's airways with one of those sticky balls (I hate myself for that wording too) they suffocate. Painfully. And yeah, 'non-lethal' quirks can be made very lethal. To quote one of my best friends: 'Anything can be a weapon. Even a door.' The same thing applies to quirk. If it's not lethal, make it lethal. And yes, I do think Aizawa is with the members of 1-A to make sure shit doesn't go sideways in every way possible. Creation, Explosion, Dark Shadow, Half Hot-Half Cold, all of those, yeah. But like...Zero Gravity? One-touch, you go the atmosphere. You ain't coming back from that. Dupli-arms? Shoji could break three necks like it was a Tuesday, he's so ripped. Engine, with Iida? Mofo tried to kill Stain. And he could have. Is a human body moving that fast, especially with his costume? Bye-bye head. But yeah. Momo as a villain would be un-fucking-stoppable. I would use Sarin instead of Mustard Gas, (a bit more painful, a bit more lethal) but yeah. Also, in theory, she could create, oh, I don't know, a thermonuclear weapon, for example. I mean, yeah sure, she might pass out from the effort combined with the sudden fat loss, but it would work. That's just fucking scary to me.
Vu1kan18: I love it too. And I'll keep going strong as long as my school doesn't kick my ass.
Harashien:...You do have a good point...but the fanart is adorable, and I love the chemistry, I'm sorry.
"WAKEY-WAKEY, MOTHERFUCKER!" I hear Bakugo's voice, then I get smacked across the fucking face, hard. Shouting in pain, I lash out with my arms and wings, thrashing around in my bed, before I fall on the floor, groaning in pain, which is accompanied by the roaring laughter of Bakugo.
"I'm going to kill you." I groan, lifting myself from the ground, then popping to my feet and looking at the blond, who merely look at me, amused, no doubt at my hair.
"Nice hair. Also, Auntie Inko is making French Toast, so get dressed and get your ass downstairs." Bakugo smirks, walking out my completely open door, and I spot Oreo following him downstairs. Traitor.
Grabbing my UA uniform, I close my door and quickly change, which is enough of a chore by itself with my wings. Grabbing my shoes and backpack, I set them outside the door, then head into my bathroom and quickly get completely ready, brushing my teeth, attempting to comb my hair, etc.
Walking out of my bedroom, I grab my backpack and shoes, and head downstairs, and then practically slide into the kitchen, where I see Dad and Auntio Mitsuki arm-wrestling while Mom and Uncle Masaru finish up breakfast. Bakugo is leaning back in a chair, rubbing Oreo's head, who is just sitting there, clearly in heaven.
"Ahhh, he's awake!" Dad says, smiling at me quickly before continuing to try to his blonde opponent's arm into the table.
"Because Bakugo slapped the shit outta me at 6 am in the damn morning," I grumble, plopping down next to Bakugo, who Oreo proceeds to ignore in favor of me, nuzzling up against my leg for pets.
"Hey, language! As much as my brat cannot control himself, you can, young man." Mitsuki snaps, and I blink a few times, trying to process that
"So I'm not allowed to curse, but Bakugo is?"
"Yep! You're the good kid, Midoriya!" Mitsuki beams as I continue to pet Oreo, who has practically melted against my leg.
"Huh...okay. Also, Dad, Recovery Girl says not to get, because she won't heal you. And she said hi, Mom." I say, and Dad gapes at me
"She won't heal me? But what happens when this one breaks my arm?" Dad cries, gesturing to Auntie with his free hand
"Stop being so weak, and I won't have to break your arm."
"Honey, how did you meet Recovery Girl?" Mom asks, a bit confused
"Oh, right. Forgot to tell you guys that. Well, Bakugo and I had our first Hero training course, and I kinda passed out. But I was fine. Recovery Girl fixed me up, it was all good." I explain, and Mom turns to stare at me with a look that either means: 'I'm going to kill you, I'm so mad', or 'I'm going to kill someone, I'm so mad."
"And why did you pass out?" She asks, a viciously sweet tone to her voice that makes even Bakugo shiver.
"Bakugo and I were fighting, and I guess I was just tired or something. Coulda been dehydrated. Hard to say. But I passed out, Bakugo dragged me to Recovery Girl, and that was the end of it." I reply, shrugging.
"Oh...Bakugo, did you knock my son out?" Mom asks, and that question is loaded enough on its own without the circumstances, considering Mom is currently holding a rather large knife.
"Nope. Nerd just passed out. Not my fault he couldn't handle the fight."
"You had flash-banged twice me beforehand, and I had already tanked multiple explosions. I had also thrown you like a ragdoll into your partner."
"You got lucky."
"No, you got cocky."
"Fuck off."
"Go suck a dick."
"Bitch, that's your job."
"YOU ARE BISEXUAL, HEADASS."
"NO, I'M NOT."
"YOU TOLD ME THAT THREE WEEKS AGO!"
"WELL, I CHANGED MY MIND!"
"HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK?"
"I DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT!"
"HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?¨
"FUCK YOU, THAT'S HOW!"
"YOU ARE IMPOSSIBLE!"
"YOU'RE IDIOTIC!"
"BOYS!" Dad roars at both of us, and both of us quickly shut up.
Silence reigns in the room as Dad looks at both of us, and Oreo whines from next to my dad, having moved over that at some point.
"Stop acting like fucking children who got mad at one another over who stole a toy. You are both some of the most intelligent and powerful boys I have ever met. But you two need to learn to stop turning into rage monsters fueled by nothing but hate. You two are better than that, understand me?" Dad asks, snorting fire out his nose
"Yes sir," I reply, monotone and snappy.
"Yes sir." Bakugo follows not a second later, and my father nods.
"Good. At least you still have respect for authority...with that said...both of you, hug, 21 seconds, now."
"I'm going to jump out a window now," I say, beginning to head towards the far window.
"Izuku, either you hug Bakugo, or I'm going to have Mistuki smack you upside the head," Dad calls, and I freeze in my tracks, debating the pros and cons. I mean, on one hand, hugging Bakugo is probably going to be a sweaty nightmare, and on the other, Mistuki hits hard.
"I'll hug him. I would rather not have a hand-shaped indent in my skull." I sigh, walking over to Bakugo, who doesn't look any happier than me.
"I hate you." Bakugo sighs as we wrap our arms around one another
"Same here."
"If I get feathers in my mouth, I will kill you."
"I'm going to smell like burning sugar with all the sweat."
"Burning sugar smells good."
"That it does. That doesn't mean I want to smell like it. That's for you."
"Of course, you have the whole 'woodsmoke' thing going on."
"I still don't know how I constantly smell like a fire. It's weird."
"Part of your quirk? Maybe a small mutation from your dad?"
"Huh...Hey Dad, do you smell like woodsmoke?"
"Uhh...yeah. Why?"
"Huh. Must be genetic then. That's weird. Also, are we done yet?"
"5 more seconds. In the meantime..." Dad says, looking at my plate, which is full of french toast.
"...Dad, if you do that, I swear to everything sacred I will kill you."
"Okay then. Here I go!" He says, reaching over towards my plate with his fork
"Dad."
"3 more seconds." He stabs my piece of toast
"I will kill you."
"2." He places his knife on the toast.
"Dad, come on."
"1." He cuts the toast and lifts a piece away.
"I am going to wreck your car."
"And you're done!" Dad says, then stuffs his face with my french toast.
"You're dead to me."
-At U.A.-
"Who the, what the, why the, how the FUCK?" Bakugo roars as we both stare at the mob of the press between us and UA
"Press, who knows, probably money and a scoop, and likely cars or trains," I reply, and Bakugo just glares at me
"All-aight, smartass. But let's go. I'm not gonna be late to class 'cause of these fuckers." He sighs, and we begin the arduous task of pushing our way through the crowd.
"Hey, are you a student?" I hear a voice ask, and a microphone is shoved in my face
"I am."
"What year are you in?"
"I'm a first-year."
"Do you have All Might for a teacher?"
"I do."
"What's he like as a teacher?
"Okay. Could use a bit of practice, but that man isn't a teacher by trade."
"So you're a hero student."
"Maybe. Now, if you'll excuse me, I do need to get to class." I say, giving a fake smile, and I push my way past the reporter and her cameraman, who practically sticks the camera in my face. I ignore it and continue moving forward through the crowd.
Trying to keep my wings tucked as close as I can, I shoulder my way through the crowd, eventually popping out the other side, and through the gates. Brushing my uniform off, I spot Bakugo pop out a few feet from me, looking ready to murder someone.
"Fuck these vultures, man," Bakugo mutters, as he pats down his school jacket, trying to keep it at least somewhat clean.
"I know, but we're gonna have to deal with them when we're pros, might as well get used to it," I reply, and Bakugo scoffs.
"I ain't gonna deal with shit. I'll them upfront to fuck off." He snaps, and I pinch my nose, sighing.
"I can't stop you, so sure," I reply, and we being to make our way to class.
As we do, we both hear a very loud, heavy-sounding bang. Both of us spin around, my wings slightly flared, and Bakugo in his normal combat stance of bent knees and flared arms and hands. Instead of a giant evil Gundam bearing down on us, it was just the UA security system activating, slamming a giant metal door shut in front of the reporters.
"...Jeezus motherfucking christ, what the hell was that?" Bakugo mutters
"Do not use the Lord's name in vain."
"WHO THE FU-" Bakugo is cut off when he suddenly gets a jack to the ear from Jiro, dropping explosive blond like a sack of rocks
"You need to quiet down, I have to deal with loud sounds enough." Jiro snaps, as Bakugo growls, rips her jack out his ear, and forces himself to his feet.
"Fuck you."
"Langauge, Bakugo. You need to stop being so vulgar."
"Like you're gonna stop me, Vines."
"...Vines?"
"You got a problem with the nickname, Vines?" Bakugo asks, only confusing Shiozaki even more.
"I...no, I guess."
"Better than 'Blond Copycat Bastard'" I chuckle, and he glares at me
"Shut up, Birdbrain."
"He calls your birdbrain? Cause of your wings?"
"Yup. He likes to use quirks for his nicknames. Or he'll just use your name, but good luck with that." I answer Jiro's question, and she just snickers.
"Oh, don't think you're getting out of this, Ears."
"I already knew you called me that, it doesn't bother me!" Jiro says, sticking out her tongue at him, which only succeeds in enraging Bakugo
"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Bakugo roars, trying to charge her, but I grab his collar, and pull hard, lowering my body and tensing my legs to make sure Jiro doesn't die a death of fire and concussive forces.
"No, you're not. You've exceeded your death threats for the week."
Bakugo's only response as I drag him into the school is a shout of rage and annoyance.
"Today, you will be picking a class President." Aizawa groans, lack of sleep clear in his tone and appearance as he addresses the class with Vlad leaning back in his chair.
"I WANNA DO IT!" Is the general cry from 80 percent of the class.
"I think I would be the manliest President! Me or Tetsutetsu!"
"I agree, bro!"
"I'll be the best president ever!"
"I believe that my skillset may be useful."
"IF I WIN, ALL SKIRTS WILL BE 30 CENTIMETERS ABOVE THE KNEE!"
"I AGREE!"
"ME THREE!"
"You three are idiots!"
"We all know that I would be the best president!"
"VOTE FOR ME, FUCKERS!"
"SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!" I roar, my voice like a shotgun going off, shutting everyone in a split second.
"...We'll vote on it. Everyone who wants to be president, put your name up on the board. Then, write the name you want to be president down on a piece of paper. Second place will be Vice President. Deal?" I ask, looking around at everyone, who stares at me, a bit bemused, but finally, agree to do so.
After everyone has gone and put their names up there, I count 29 names. This is going to be interesting.
"Alright. Get to voting. Aizawa, Kan, will you please count the votes?" I ask, and they both nod. Everyone grabs a piece of paper and some just stare at the names, while others place their votes instantly. I write down my vote fairly quickly, picking the obvious choice, in my mind. Putting my paper on Aizawa's desk, he opens it and makes a note on a piece of paper.
After about 10 minutes, everyone had voted, and after Aizawa and Kan speak for a few minutes in hushed tones, Kan stands
"Alright. I'm going, to be honest, this wasn't close. I'll start with the VP. Your Vice President is Momo Yaoyorozu with 4 votes." Kan says, and everyone gives a polite round of applause as she stands up behind me, and moves to the front, trying not to smile all that widely.
"And, your President, with 6 votes...Izuku Midoriya." My brain stops dead in its tracks.
"...Are you guys stupid?" I ask, shocked. My voice is hoarse and half-dead.
"NO! Probably not, at least." Kaminari mutters as I stand up, a bit too tired to deal with this shit right now.
"I think you'll make a fine president, Midoriya!" Iida says, and I give him a flat look
"You voted for me, didn't you?" I ask, and he doesn't say anything. Plausible deniability, huh?
"Okay, never mind then. But I'll do it since it seems I don't have a choice." I groan, walking up to the front, standing in front of the desk with Yaoyorozu, who seems incredibly now that I'm closer.
"Speech!" Kirishima cries, and I glare at him until his cry is repeated by Tetsutetsu, and soon half the class is shouting it.
"Godammit, Fine! I'll give a speech!" I snap, and everyone cheers.
"...Okay, I'll start with this. I think Yaoyorozu should've been president. I voted for her, and I will stand by that." I say, and Yaoyorozu turns to me, shock evident in her face.
"But, with that said, I will try my best. I may not be the best leader in terms of things like paperwork, schedules, and stuff like that, but as you all can tell, I do not have a problem with getting people to listen the hell up when I need them to. So, I wanna set a few personal class rules, and I'll leave it up to Yaoyorozu if she agrees with them." I say, glancing at the tall heiress.
"Rule numero uno. No perverted shit. I'm not saying you can't flirt, give compliments, etc., but if I catch anyone, and I do mean anyone, doing perverted shit, I can and will beat your ass. And no one will try and stop me." I say, glaring at Mineta, who shrinks under my gaze
"Numero dos. No fights. As much as possible, keep physical violence to training. You got an issue with someone, speak with them before you beat them up. We are heroes, not kids with anger issues." I say, glancing around the room
"Numero tres, I will not tolerate discrimination of any kind. We are all human, and I'll leave it at that. You treat others as your equals, both as humans, as well as students. Homophobia, transphobia, racism, etc. I don't expect it, but I will act on it, is that understood?" I ask, and everyone nods solemnly, thinking what I've said so far.
"Numero cuatro. Please, just listen to me and Yaoyorozu. We won't order you around, but when we ask you to do something, please do it. If everyone cooperates, this year will go much more smoothly." I say and then nod at Yaoyorozu, who wants to speak.
"First off, I want to thank you all for this honor. I agree with Midoriya on all points, and I want one of my own. Please try to be the best student you can be. I'm not asking for perfect grades from everyone, but please try. And if you need help with anything, ask around. I, for one, and more than willing to help, and I'm sure Midoriya will be as well." Yaoyorozu says, glancing at me, and I give a 'so-so' gesture
"But, again, thank you. Let's have a good year everyone!" Yaoyorozu says, and I smirk
"Plus Ultra?" I ask, and I get the response I expected.
"PLUS ULTRA!" The class roars and everyone breaks about into cheers
I turn to face Aizawa and Kan and give them both nods. Aizawa merely gives a small nod back, while Kan stands up, and puts a hand on my shoulder
"I'm trusting you here, Midoriya. Don't overstep your bounds in terms of authority, and keep your class in control when we can't. Both of you will have to attend weekly student council meetings. The first one will be the day after tomorrow." He says, and I nod
"I hope I can earn your complete trust, Kan-sensei. I'll do my best. 110 percent."
"Good."
-Lunch-
"So, you voted for Yaomomo here, huh? I'm a bit surprised, Midoriya. You sure it's not just more than you think she would be a good leader? You got some other feelings for her if you know what I mean?" Tokage asks, wriggling her eyebrows
"Tokage, no. I just think she would be a good leader. She's composed and can control the class when she needs to. Besides, do you wanna piss her off?" I ask, and Yaoyorozu flushes a tiny bit at the compliments.
"Hmmm...fair point!" Tokage snickers and I sigh, shaking my head
"Hey Midoriya, that speech was manly! Yours too, Yaoyorozu!" Kirishima says, and Yaoyorozu blinks at that, a bit confused
"She's a girl, how can she be manly, dipshit?" Bakugo asks, and Kirishima shrugs.
"You don't have to be a man to be manly. Manly is just being awesome, doing good, stuff like that! So yeah, that speech was manly!"
"Oh yeah, Iida, you voted for me, right?" I ask, looking at the glasses-wearing boy, who has decided to join us
"I...yes. Even though I wanted to be the President, I felt like you would be a better vote. As both top of our class, as well as how you were willing to fight one of the most powerful people in our class more or less single-handedly." Iida says, and I smile
"Well, good news Iida. See, I'm not good with paperwork, and I don't feel like dumping all of it on Yaoyorozu, cause that's just unfair. So, would like to essentially be our Secretary of State? You would help Yaoyorozu with any major paperwork and stuff like that." I explain, and Iida stares at me
"I...I would be honored! I will do my best, Midoriya!" Iida says, and I nod at him
"Are you good with that, Yaoyorozu?" I ask, and she nods slowly, seemingly thinking about it.
"I agree. I am going to need help with all the paper, so any help I can get I will most certainly take." She says, and then Shoji speaks up
"Are you going to have an entire Cabinet, Midoriya?"
"Sure, why not. Bakugo, you're my Secretary of Defense."
"Fucking Bet!"
Before I can say anything else, an alarm begins to blare. It's a loud, reverberating alarm, and it's loud enough to the point where Jiro claps her hands over her ears, clearly in pain.
All students evacuate at this time. This is a level three-alarm.
This blaring recording of a voice I don't recognize echoes in the cafeteria, as everyone begins to panic.
"Oi, you! What the hell is this?" Bakugo snaps at some older kid, who stares at us, a bit scared.
"It's a Level three! It means that people have breached the campus!" The kid says, and everyone at our table gets up as well.
Grabbing my chocolate milk, I rip it open, and guzzle it down, then try to spot what the actual hell is going on. Looking over the crowd, I see who's breached the campus. It's the mob of press that was in front of the gates earlier.
"Motherfuckers...Yaoyorozu!" I call, and my Vice-President looks at me
"Megaphone!" I shout over the dim, and she blinks a few times, then nods, and after unbuttoning her shirt, and making me one, tosses it to me. Grabbing the electronic device, I quickly glance at Jiro, who still has her ears covered, and then nod at Bakugo, who seems to understand, and speaks into Jiro's ear as best he can as I get up onto a table, and after gaining some height, take in a deep breath.
"OI! Listen up you damn idiotic children!" I roar, my voice carrying over the shouting, which fades as everyone turns to look at me
"You need to act your age! It's not a dangerous group of intruders, it's just the press! So stop acting like it's a nuclear war out there, and calm down! Help people up, and exit calmly." I shout, and everyone stares at me, before beginning to help others up and moving out of the cafeteria a bit more efficiently.
Dropping back down to the floor, I nod at Bakugo, who is trying to escort Jiro out as best he can, followed by the rest of our friends.
"This place is a fucking shitshow," I mutter, moving towards the exit myself as I try to figure out what happened.