Rule #50: Beware of your choices, they show who you really are

The news that All Might had been hired as a faculty member at UA, took the entire nation by surprise.

Following All Might's first official day as teacher, it was to no one's surprise that the front gates of UA were swarming with reporters that morning. Toru shivered from her spot across the street as she looked upon the group of buzzing reporters, each and every one like a dog pulling on its leash.

There is no way I am going through that! Toru shivered as she watched a General Studies student get practically mauled by the group stuck at the front entrance. She was sure that if the high school's security was any less lax, then the reporters would have no qualms about pursuing their story further within the bounds of the school. Maybe if I can find a tree somewhere…

"Well, doesn't that just look like fun" Oijiro deadpanned, coming to stand next to Toru under the tree across the street.

"Oh, yeah, oodles and oodles" Toru sassed back with a grin, not that he could see.

"Good morning, Oijiro, Toru!" Ochako chirped as she and her brother joined the pair on the outskirts of the school's property.

"G'morning Uraraka" Oijiro smiled.

"How the hell are we supposed to get through that?" Shiro questioned.

"No clue"

"Great"

"I guess we could always scale the wall or something?" Toru suggested, glancing off towards the side.

"Oh yeah, cause that's gonna work real well, innit?" Shiro sassed.

Not two minutes later, the quartet found themselves situated in front of a section of the school's wall not too far from the front entrance. Toru stood at the front of the group analysing the wall as she systematically searched for the best way to the top of the concrete wall without any of them having to use their Quirks, least they get in trouble.

"Are you sure this is gonna work?" Ochako worried from next to her brother, "I mean, wouldn't it be easier to just brave the reporters?"

"Hang on, I think I've got it" Toru replied, tightening the straps on her bag before taking a flying leap towards the wall.

Once again thankful for Karasuma-Sensei's insistence that they learn parkour and free-running in order to further their assassination training; Toru easily made her way to the top of the wall where she sat, straddling the top before looking down at her gobsmacked classmates.

"Whose next?" Toru asked, holding out a hand to the others.

"…Yeah, alright" Shiro shrugged as he slung his shoulder bag over his chest before he started to scale the wall, grabbing a hold of Toru's wrist when she helped up the last bit of the wall. Next was Oijiro, who had less trouble than the two before him, but still accepted the help for the last little bit of the climb and jump down the other side with Toru following after him.

"Ochako? You comin'?" Shiro asked, glancing back at his sister who still stood on the ground, worriedly biting at her lip and sending furtive glances over towards the front entrance.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" She worried, "What if we get in trouble? What if we set off the security alarms? What if-"

"Y'know if you go via the front entrance, you'll be late for class" Shiro slyly reminded her as the warning bell rang.

"What's going on?" Toru called up to Shiro.

"Are you guys okay?"Oijiro added on.

"Hang on!" Shiro called down to the pair inside UA's property, "C'me on Sis, no one's gonna care. It's not like we're gonna get arrested for going sneaking into school"

"I dunno…"

"Tell ya what, if you climb this wall right now I'll buy you some mochi after school" Ochako's eyes lit up at the aforementioned food, uncaring of the obvious bribe her brother had presented.

"Done!"

"Geez! Shoulda done that earlier" Shiro muttered as he finally hauled his sister up the wall and down the other side before jumping down after her. From there, it was easy for the group to hurry along to their classroom, unburden by the reporters still blocking the front entrance.

Naturally, the media swarmed the school in search of a story. Everyone wanted to get their hands on All Might.

Unbeknownst to the group of first years, a single pair of eyes watched the entire scene play out, from across the street shrouded in the shade of a twisted and gnarly oak tree. Those eyes twinkled in amusement as they watched the final student get yanked over the wall. Oh yes! What an interesting class this was turning out to be!

Yeah, everyone.


"…Let's get down to business" Aizawa-Sensei began, changing from berating both Midoriya and Bakugo respectively for yesterday's performance. "Our first task will decide your future"

But no pressure or anything! Toru sassed as she and the rest of the class prepped themselves for yet another surprise from their teacher. It better not be another stupid Quirk test!

"You all need to pick a class representative" Aizawa-Sensei revealed.

Oh good! Just normal school stuff! Toru and the rest of the class sagged with relief before shooting up in their seats as they shouted their nominations.

"Pick me guys! I wanna be class rep!"

"I'll take it!"

"Yeah, you're gonna need me"

"Someone with style would be best!"

"Pick me! I'm totally the right pick!"

In a normal classroom, a representative's duties would be a bunch of extra work.

"Pick me! Pick me! Pick me!"

"Oh I wanna do it!"

"Let me have a go!"

"Back off losers, that spot's mine!" Voices layered each other as they grew in crescendo like the climax in a symphony, drowning out all other sounds around them.

But here in the Hero course, there's more to it.

"What about you Toru? Why don't you go for it?" Shiro asked, turning to the invisible girl as the rest of the class shouted at the top of their lungs. Despite only half the class obnoxiously shouting out their own names and reasons for voting, the rest of the class sat back in their seats as they quietly waited for the whole ordeal to be over. Though that's not to say that some of them didn't want the spot, it was a good opportunity after all.

"Ah, I dunno…" Toru trailed off as she sheepishly scratched her cheek.

"Oh, c'me on! You got us into school today without having to take on the media" Shiro pursued, catching Tamaki's attention at the mention of the aforementioned menace still pacing outside the front gates, "Maybe there's someone you could imitate? Like a role model, or something? I mean, if that's what you're worried about"

"Ah hah…" Toru nervously laughed."I dunno about that" Besides, it's not like I've got very good role models to begin with. Both Isogai & Kataoka were great class reps, but they were also assassins-in-training…

It's a way to get noticed by agencies and prove you can lead a team like a real pro.

"SILENCE! EVERYONE! PLEASE!" Iida shouted, his loud commanding voice cutting through the noise blanketing the room. "The class representative's duty is to lead others, it's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom, therefore the most logical way to fill this role is democratically: we will hold an election to choose our leader"

"Is this really the best idea?" Kaminari asked.

"We've only known each other a few days. How do we know who we can trust, ribbit?" Asui added.

"Besides everyone will just vote for themselves" Said Kirishima.

"Most people will, but that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job" Iida replied before turning to Aizawa-Sensei now tucked away in his ratty sleeping bag. "It's the most logical way, right sir?"

"Do what you want, just decide before my nap is over" Aizawa-Sensei replied before flopping unceremoniously on the ground and falling fast asleep.

"Thank you for your trust!"

A few moments later after all the votes were cast and read, the election results were displayed on the board up front. As expected, each name held at least one vote next to it. Who voted for me? Toru wondered, I didn't even vote for me! However, the clear winners turned out to be Midoriya with four points and Yaoyorozu with three.

"OKAY YOU IDIOTS! WHO VOTED FOR HIM?!" Bakugo demanded jumping out of his chair when he saw the results.

"What? Did you honestly think that anyone was going to vote for you?" Sero replied.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? HOW COULD YOU HAVE VOTED FOR HIM YOU LITTLE TURD?!"

With Bakugo once again blowing his top off to the side, it was the usually(somewhat) calm and collected Iida who seemed to be having trouble with the results as well. "Zero…votes? I feared this might happen, but I can't argue with the system I chose!" Iida muttered angrily.

"So you voted for someone else, huh?" Yayorozu questioned.

"Well you knew it was best to vote for yourself, right? What are you trying to prove here, Iida?" Added Sato.

"Hey look Toru, you got a vote!" Tamaki pointed out.

"Yeah, but so did almost everyone else" Toru replied, turning to the girl.

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be? I can barely take care of myself, let alone another fleshy…thing"

"…You mean human?"

"Yeah"

"And yet you're training to be a hero?" Shiro piped up.

"Ironic right?" Toru replied.

Eventually, Aizawa-Sensei was able to wrestle the class under his control and hauled Midoriya & Yayorozu up to the front of the class. Where Yaoyorozu stood calm & collected, seemingly a very much natural born leader; simply put? Midoriya was a shaky mess. Toru could practically hear his teeth chattering from her seat.

"Alright, the class rep is Midoriya and out deputy is Yaoyorozu" Drawled Aizawa-Sensei.

"R-really? It's not…a mistake?" Midoriya stuttered,

"Ugh! How'd this happen?" Yaoyorozu sighed, clearly wanting the top position.

From the audience several satisfied comments arose at the pairing of class reps. "This might not be so bad, ribbit" Said Asui.

"Yeah, I could get behind Midoriya, I guess" Kirishima agreed. "And Yaoyorozu was totally on top of it when it came to our training results"


Finally, Aizawa-Sensei seemed to have enough of them as he let the class out for an early lunch. Not that that helped them to find a seat any faster, the cafeteria was still chock full with students ranging in every size, shape, colour, species and age.

"Ugh! It's always so crowded in here!" Tamaki complained around her chopsticks.

"That's 'cause students in all the hero, support and general courses share the same cafeteria, remember?" Toru reminded the blonde as she plopped another section of maki sushi in her mouth, humming at the delicious combination of tuna, chilli & avocado.

"Still…I'd like at least a little bit of wing space" Tamaki flapped her elbows up and down at this, nudging Shiro and the dark-haired third year that was sharing their table on her other side.

"Oi! Watch where you're swinging those things!" Shiro protested, dodging the stray limb.

Toru smiled softly at the pair, their antics reminding her very much of a certain red haired and blue haired pair of boys. Despite what Karma and Nagisa always said, there was no denying they got on like a house on fire. This year must be strange for them. Toru mused, What with Nagisa in Hosu and Karma back in Tokyo.

Across from her, Tamaki seemed to be trying to shove rice down Shiro's throat. Not that you ever really saw one without the other, of course. I wonder if they've kept in touch? Besides the group chat, I mean. With nostalgic thoughts of Class 3-E floating around in her head and tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, Toru excused herself from the table, simply citing "Bathroom" as her excuse.


Thankfully the female bathroom she had managed to find was blissfully empty when she had entered. Taking advantage of the rare instance, Toru locked herself in one of the stalls and sagged back against the toilet in relief. Once there, Toru just let herself relax for a few moments away from any prying eyes.

Ugh! This whole anxiety thing is a pain in the ass! Toru sighed, running a hand over her face in exasperation. What's wrong with me? Why can't I just be normal? Falling forward to lean her elbows on her knees, Toru huffed another sigh as her face rested in her hands and she closed her eyes.

Why can't I just be me? Why do I have to hide all the time? She reached into her blazer pocket to retrieve her student ID from within its confines of her wallet. I mean, my IDs just a shimmery outline of a person!…Wherever that is. Toru's brow furrowed as she searched through her wallet & her uniform pockets for her ID. Where is it? I'm sure I had it this morning.

Suddenly a thought popped into her mind. Unless…I dropped it climbing the wall? Her face dropped at the thought, Oh God! Forget Aizawa-Sensei, Grammy's gonna kill me! Do I even have enough time to go look for it?

Her thoughts were soon cut off by the wailing of the bell which not only rang earlier than usual, but in an odd pattern. Its usual single ring had been replaced with the repetitive sound of the bell ringing in a pattern of three, accompanied by an automated feminine voice that made Toru jolt upwards.

"What is that?" Toru asked aloud.

"WARNING! LEVEL THREE SECURITY BREACH! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. WARNING! LEVEL THREE SECURITY BREACH! PLEASE EVACUATE THE BUILDING IN AN ORDERLY FASHION…" The automated voice intoned.

What followed next seemed to pass in a blur as Toru reactivated her invisibility before making her way over to the bathroom door and yanking it open. Instead of the empty hallway that she had emerged from beforehand, she was met with a wall of squirming & writhing students who pushed and shoved their peers in order to get out the door no matter what it took.

Her yelp of surprise was swallowed by the layered voices of panic that flowed from the sea of students in front of her. There was no doubt in her mind that if she tried to push her way into the throng, then she would get severely trampled, so she stayed where she was, tucked away in the relative safety of the bathroom's doorway.

She wasn't able to see what caused the throng to suddenly halt in their panic, but she was able to hear a familiar commanding voice carry out over the crowd. Thank God for Iida! Toru sagged against the doorframe, as her classmate told everyone that it was the media outside which had set the alarms off; her lost ID long forgotten.

Once everything had calmed down and everyone had reassembled back in their classrooms for the final periods of the day; it was clear (to a few of the 1-A students at least) who was really the right candidate for class rep.

Three guesses who. Yaoyorozu was not pleased.