"Hey, Moxie, you're still alive!"

Moxie slapped her books onto the desk behind Katsu. Looking the same as the day before, she grinned at the Japanese boy before sliding into her seat.

"It's a miracle," she said. "They just decided to drop all charges. Principal Tommy told me."

"Yes, Moxie. It's certainly a decision that was made by a higher being," Lloyd said from his front desk seat. "You must count your blessings, because everyday is never promised."

"How did you get home last night?" Katsu asked.

"Once the police questioned me, they realized I followed perfect protocol," Lloyd said with a self-amused grin. "I only needed to order a cab to get home."

"I can pay you back," Moxie said.

"Nonsense," Lloyd chortled. "I learned much from our experience, and that is far more valuable."

"That makes one of us," Katsu said to an oblivious Lloyd.

As the trio babbled away, James glared at the rest of the class in his seat right next to the door. He rested his head on a propped arm, his messy black locks obscuring the forehead on his smooth face. He was normally grumpy in the morning, but few people would say that he was much different otherwise.

He blamed the loud noises of that annoying metal-head with headphones making shooting noises while playing that dumb console game. Why couldn't he just play PC games like normal kids?

Speaking of which, James decided he would pass time in a more constructive way. The bell had rung five minutes prior, so they're teacher was late again. For one of the most popular heroes in the world, Deku had no semblance of time management.

James unzipped his bag and pulled out a sleek silver laptop. Opening it up, he logged onto an app with a wall of random code and numbers. James pressed his side onto the periwinkle wall next to him. He began to type away, the tapping flowing from his hands like a pianist performing one of the most beautiful sonatas.

As he did so, he felt a pair of eyes peering at the dark screen. His shoulders tensed up, awaiting the inevitable interruption.

"You're a Python fan."

Seeing the reflection of the student in his laptop screen, James bit his lip.

"Just learning."

"That's smart," He said. "It really is one of the most versatile languages. I used to love C++, but most places don't enact multiple implementation inheritance nor do they care about operational overload. You're stuck with a lot of complicated syntax when you could use something much easier."

"Thanks, Einstein," James grunted out. "You have a favorite irrational number, also?"

"In fact, it's the square root of two."

James ground his ivory teeth together. Just what he needed; a geek behind him talking his ear off. Feeling a thirst dry his throat, he reached down into his velvet backpack towards his plastic water bottle. When he lifted it up, he groaned out at the empty receptacle in his hand. The lack of sleep he received from the loud gamers the night before had effected him worse than he thought.

James slammed the empty bottle on his desk.

"Oh, no," Martel said in mock, exaggerated shock. "What did that water bottle ever do to you?"

James twisted his head like a fox hunting for prey to eat. With a deep sneer, he looked back at some kid with weird blue and pink eyes. His grey bedhead was not too far off from his own, except for the fact that his was styled that way where this kid just rolled out of bed. That's what he told himself.

"I'm thirsty," James growled. "You got anything to drink or are you willing to sacrifice your blood?"

Martel Void snapped his fingers and reached towards his back pocket. "I think I have a bottle of water in here."

With a comical whoosh, Martel conjured a bottle of grape soda out of seemingly thin air. James leaned back in surprise in his chair.

"How did you-?"

"Sorry, I must have forgotten what the water bottle looked like," Martel said. He set down the soda bottle and reached into his void space again. He slid out a bottle of mouthwash.

"Huh? Are you a magician?" James asked.

Trying again, a metal flask popped up in Martel's hands.

"Oh, you weren't supposed to see that," Martel said. He unscrewed the metal top and sniffed the contents. He cringed at the harsh smell. "Whoa! Too early in the day for that."

James rolled his eyes. With a deep sigh, he licked his parched lips. "Listen, Daffy Duck. I don't need your help. I'll just dehydrate until the end of class."

"No, wait. I think I got it," Martel stared up at the ceiling and felt through his hammer space.

As he pulled out a minuscule action figure of Deku, the door flung open.

"Okay, nerds!"

Bakugo, donning his hero costume, stomped into the room. His face seemed softer than usual, Katsu noticed. His frown did not reach his eyes, which seemed tinged with a slight pink hue. Based on the drooping eyelids and the puffed-up skin around his normally sharp cheeks, he appeared to get little sleep the night before.

Once he reached the teacher's desk, he slammed his hands onto the mahogany wood. The class stared up at him with rapt attention.

"Deku is talking to the Principal right now, so we gotta start homeroom without him," Bakugo said. "Normally, I'd be doing something useful other than babysitting you headaches, but whatever! Might as well see more of what you extras are capable of."

A hand raised. Bakugo rolled his eyes.

"What?"

"Yes, Lloyd Thomas, an-."

"I know your name."

Lloyd stood up. His heart quickened and thumped a small hole in his chest at Bakugo's rough voice quipping at him. "Yes, sorry. I was just going to announce that Deku mentioned we would be voting for Class Rep this morning."

Bakugo groaned and slammed his head on the desk. "Fine," he said with his voice muffled from the desk. "Just vote and pick who you want."

The entire class looked around at each other. James sat up straight in his chair and scanned the rest of the room. Class representative was a very famous position in these hero academies. It was one of the easiest ways to get noticed by future hero agencies, and students like James certainly realized that.

"So," Robyn spoke to break the silence. "I guess we should say if we want to do it and then vote for those people."

"Fine," Bakugo raised his head up. The class looked back to him for attention. "Those who want to do it, stand in front of the class or whatever."

Lloyd leapt over his desk and bounded towards the class like a rabid dog chasing a rabbit.

James followed suit, strutting to the front of the room like a supermodel prancing down a runway.

Last but not least, Megan strolled towards the front with her hands shoved into her blazer pockets.

"Okay, is that it?" Bakugo asked the rest of the class. After a short pause, he looked over at the three standing students. He pointed at James.

"Maybe some of you don't know who I am yet, but you will," James said. He smirked and tilted his head upward while looking down at the rest of the class. "You need someone that's going to push us to victory. Somebody that knows how to bash some loser villain skulls in. That guy is me, and when scouts from Hero Agencies see how ruthless we are, they won't look away. Vote for someone weak, and we might as well drop out and get jobs as some D-lister's accountant. So vote for me."

Bakugo could not help the small quiver of his lips upward. This kid was going to go places. He reminded him of somebody, but he could not place his finger on it.

Anton, sitting in the front row close to the window, rolled his eyes. He had a feeling this guy was going to be the primma donna of the class. He crossed his thin arms over his small chest.

"That's no way for a future Class Representative to act," Lloyd said at James.

"What's the matter, red-head," James asked. "Ran out of maple syrup this morning?"

"How dare you," Lloyd clutched his chest. "Canadians don't all like maple syrup. In fact, I don't even eat pancakes."

Raising his hand, Abel did not bother to be called on before lowering his headphones. "I thought people from Canada weren't supposed to yell like that."

"I'm not yelling," Lloyd yelled."I'm just asserting how rude this cretin is."

"Oh, I'm a cretin now," James taunted. "How about you just sit down? Unless you wanna go outside and settle this. In which case, it will be a quick match. I can guarantee you that."

From the corner of the room opposite Megan's normal seat, a pair of spider arms rose up. "Are we just gonna argue everyday," Hunter asked. "Come on, everybody. We're a team. We gotta build each other up."

"Okay, then you start." Synaes stated.

"Gladly," Hunter nodded at Synaes. "I think it's really cool how you move around like a ninja."

Synaes, slightly taken aback, scratched her arm with her short fingernails. She was never comfortable with compliments, so she craned her head back towards the front of the classroom.

In front of the teacher's desk, Lloyd's arms were frozen to his side. His stiff posture made him tense up from the conflict.

"So," Abel said from his seat. "What exactly do you want to do if your class rep, La-Lloyd?"

"Well, if you would all let me make my speech now," Lloyd stammered. "I can tell you. My ideas are going to better the lives of all of us!"

"How do you know that?" James asked while shoving his hands in his pockets like an annoying delinquent.

"Yeah, you don't even know who we all are yet," Megan said standing next to him. "How do you know all your ideas will work for everyone? Not everything is black and white."

"Exactly," Blake started from the seat in the square middle of the class. "Some things are grey. Like people! Some people can be grey. Some people can be black and white at the same time!"

"Well, not everyone," Hunter said from near the back corner of the room by the inside wall. "Just ask Lloyd's Prime Minister."

Seeing he was sill between Megan and James, Lloyd took a step forwards and raised up his hand to his head. After quieting the class, he placed a genial smile on his face. Remembering his breathing exercises from Public Speaking classes, he puffed his chest out.

"Thank you, my fellow students," Lloyd said. "I must admit that the alluring aura of power is one that many people strive to attain. I want to assure you all that this is not the reason I am running. In fact, I would love to be a Class Representative that is for the people."

Leo, who squirmed in a seat right behind Martel, looked over Lloyd from head to toe. He seemed like a nice, trustworthy enough individual. He would probably stop anybody from picking on him if it ever happened.

On the other hand, Synaes clutched her forehead to prepare for the ensuing headache. The torrential downpour of words would soon destroy the dam.

"One that is there getting my hands dirty just like every body else," Lloyd said. "I think you can judge a leader by not what he does during times of good, but by what he does when he is under pressure. Is there no career today that is more tailor-made for the ensuing disasters of humanity than that of a Pro-Hero? When Winston Churchill was confronted with the evacuation of Dunkirk, he stood before the House of Commons and gave a speech that sums up the attitude that all Pro-Heroes must have. And I quote..."

Ten minutes later.

"...which leads me to the end of the Ping dynasty. One of the key reasons for the abdication of Puyi was due to the collection of masses that attempted to thrust power against him. Now, that whole situation reminds me of a quote by Machavelli about being loved versus being feared. You, my students, have nothing to fear because being loved is an important factor in being a hero. Sure, not everyone will love us, but we need to have the trust of the people that we are sworn to protect..."

Twenty minutes later.

"...this was one example where exemplary leadership led to a better result for all parties involved. Now, the tarriffs on support items from China occurred anyway, but that may have been due to the defective materials that were used. One of my favorite Pro-Heroes, Ingenium, had to use special boots for a few weeks because his boosters caused his original armor to catch fire. Had this not occurred, then the tariffs may have never happened and these factories would not have been forced to make a better product. Furthermore..."

One Day Later.

"...and it further cements my belief that Elsa was not a good Queen for the people of Arendelle. Rest assured, I will be far better in a number of places. For one, I am not somebody that sings very well nor do I pretend to. In battle, you will need to have no fear when it comes to me bursting out into song and dance. In fact, that reminds me of a time when I started to sing and dance. It turned out to be a villains quirk tha-."

A hand raised up from the audience.

"Yes, Miss Synaes?" Lloyd asked.

"How high up in the air are we?"

Lloyd blinked. "This classroom is three stories in the air. Why?"

"If I jump out of the window, will the impact be enough to kill me?"

"What?"

"Shut up!" James shouted, his loud voice nearly bursting an eardrum. "You've been talking for hours. We get the point!"

"Hours?" Lloyd pointed to the grandfather clock in the corner. "It's only been five minutes."

The entire class looked at the clock. Sure enough, only five minutes had passed in his speech, despite the time ticking past as if it had been hours.

"Whatever," James said. "What about you?"

Megan turned towards James and cocked an eyebrow. "Me?"

"Why should we vote for you?"

Megan shrugged. "I don't know. Let's just vote."

The Principal's office was a strange room to Izuku. Still ignorant of American architecture, he doubted most of their offices looked like this one. It was a small cubicle with scarlet walls and golden drapes that obscured the sunlight from the giant bay window behind Principal Tommy's desk. With the exception of a plush water bed in the corner of the room by the doorway, there were no other pieces of furniture other than the satin office chair Izuku sat in.

What made Izuku feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention were the odd photos that hung on the walls. Golden frames showcased still images of spoons; wooden, silver, porcelain, any kind of spoon that existed. On the granite desktop in front of him was another framed picture of a spoon. Next to it was a football laying on its side.

Izuku questioned whether it was normal for desks to have sporting items on them. If so, he completely forgot to get some for the students. Was he in trouble for that?

The door to the room burst open. Principal Tommy squeezed an empty water bottle in his hand and growled.

"I did not hit her. It's not true. It's bullshit. I did not hit her. I did not," Tommy said. He threw the empty bottle on the ground. It clattered away.

Facing his desk, he noticed Izuku staring at him like he was a serial killer about to murder a puppy.

"Oh, hi Deku."

"Oh, hey Principal Tommy. What's up?" Izuku said trying to ignore the mood swing from rage to calm.

"I have a problem with Moxie," Tommy said while trudging towards his desk. "She said someone arrested her."

"What?" Deku leaped out of his seat. "Well, did they?"

"No, it's not true. Don't ev-. Well, it is. But don't worry about it." Tommy said. He plopped himself down onto the chair.

"Uh...w-why shouldn't I worry?" Izuku said. Inside, he felt his blood begin to freeze. His heart slammed into his chest, and his arms started to shake like an earthquake rocking the Golden Gate Bridge.

"Deku, don't think too much," Tommy said to calm the tense Pro-Hero down. "It may not come out right."

Izuku sat back down. He was unsure if the Principal was playing a prank on him or not. "I have no idea what you're saying."

"Me and District Attorney in Los Angeles, Mark," Tommy leaned back and rested his hands on his head. "He's my best friend. He lives on my planet."

"Your planet?"

"Point is...he's dropping all charges."

Deku blew out a loud breath. His back muscles loosened, and his head slumped to rest on his shoulder. "That's a relief."

"It was nothing," Tommy said. "A little bit of grease gets the engine going as they say."

Izuku frowned. His mind began to work again, and he considered the words. "Grease? Did you promise or give him something?"

"Whose to say," Tommy said. He got up and motioned for Izuku to do the same. Once he did, he slapped his long arm around Izuku's shoulder. He yelped out as the strange man ushered him over the red carpet towards the exit.

"There's a lesson you should learn quick in America, Deku," Tommy said. "Money talks! Especially money that gets you front-row tickets to the first annual USAHS sports festival!"

Izuku gasped. "Did you bribe hi-."

Before he could finish his question, Tommy flung the door open and shoved Izuku out.

"Now, make sure you teach those kids well. Lotsa funding relies on us having a good year. And you know what they say! Love is blind."

Tommy slammed the door shut, leaving a bewildered Pro-Hero staring at the oak doors before him.

Just a quick and fun chapter before we start the real stuff! Think of this as a bridge chapter before we get into the big story stuff!

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