A/N : Hey guys! I hope you guys liked the last chapter! It's been a busy past few weeks, mainly due to my relatives coming to visit, and the hectic Christmas week. Speaking of, I hope you all have had a good Christmas, and a Happy New Year. This chapter is kind of odd, at least it was to me as I was writing it, so I hope you all take what is in this chapter with a grain of salt.
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A couple of days later, Izuku walked straight into a massive crowd of reporters and the cameras that seemed to be attached at the hip. "Hey you, kid!" A woman exclaimed, thrusting a bulky microphone under his nose. "What's All Might like as a teacher?"
Really? They're here because All Might's working here now? How private is a Pro's private life anyways? Sighing, Izuku spoke. "Okay, first off, if you see a blonde with tall, spiky hair, don't even think of doing this to him. And secondly, isn't it illegal to interview a minor without parental consent, you parasites?" The reporter said nothing, simply thrusting the microphone further into his face. Shaking his head, Izuku walked into the school, ignoring any and all attempts to ask him again.
Unbeknownst to him, there was a man with light blue hair - almost silver really - watching him. At Izuku's refusal, he smirked and thought, So, that's the Prodigal Son? Shame. The man bared his canines threateningly and clenched his fist. Sensei will be so disappointed in him.
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Izuku sighed as he was forced to abandon his position, raising his head off of his desk. "I want to be president!"
"Make me your leader!"
"I'll be the best! Choose me!"
Izuku sighed as he covered his ears tightly, groaning lightly. Why do we do this . . . mass chaos? This is so irrational, Izuku thought frustratedly. He was never a morning person, but it never was beneficial to have his class constantly arguing over ABC or CBA. Izuku was preparing to simply storm out of the room, when Tenya began to sound the ringing bell of reason.
"Stop!" Tenya cried suddenly, standing up stiffly and making erratic arm movements. "We should do this as a democracy!"
"But it's too early in the school year to judge everyone's personalities and character accurately," A girl with a passing resemblance to a frog stated plainly, placing the tip of one finger on her lips. "Besides, people will just vote for themselves."
"Exactly!" Tenya cried loudly. "That means that whoever receives the most votes is obviously the right person to lead us!" Tenya turned to Eraserhead, bowing at a perfect 90* angle. "Is this not the correct way to operate such things Sensei?"
Izuku turned to view his father, simply sighing when he saw that his dad was climbing into his favorite yellow sleeping bag. "I don't care. Just finish by the next hour, then you can do what you want."
Reluctantly, the class bought into Tenya's idea, with Izuku himself voting for Tenya, as he had managed to quiet and take charge of the unruly class. Once the votes were tallied, Izuku saw that, unfortunately, ¾ of the class had voted for themselves. Despite this, Izuku ended up winning the election with three votes, as compared to the next highest electee, Momo Yaoyorozu, with 2 votes.
Sighing, Izuku stood up - I'm really doing that a lot recently, aren't I? Sighing? Before I came to this school, I actually managed to be satisfied with the majority of the people around me, but now . . . - and greeted the class. "Hello everyone. *Sigh* Alright, we're gonna break for lunch in ten minutes, so, if it's allowed by Da- Mr. Aizawa, we'll start appointing the new officers now."
As soon as that was over and they got their lunch, Izuku plopped down in his usual spot between Ochako and Harry. As he did so, Ochako asked everyone at the table, "Alright, who else voted for Izuku?"
Huh, so she voted for me? Huh, interesting. Looking down the table, Izuku saw Harry and Tenya raise their hands. "Tenya?! I thought that you wanted to be the president?" Izuku asked, confused as to why the boy voted for him.
"Indeed. However, I don't believe myself ready to assume such a responsibility at this point in our tutelage." Tenya stated plainly. Izuku sweatdropped. Tutelage? Tenya, that's so formal!
"Tutelage?" Ochako pondered slightly, turning the word over in her mouth. "Tenya, there's been something that's been bothering me. Are you a rich kid?"
What?! Ochako, not just rich kids say those things. That's kind of naive, frankly. "Indeed I am, although I have made an effort to change my vocabulary in order to avoid these terms. Unfortunately, this is not enough to cover my heritage, I see. Nevertheless, it's true. My family have been heroes for many generations!"
Immediately, something clicked in his head. "Oh! You're related to the hero Ingenium, right?"
Tenya nodded proudly, straightening almost unconsciously. "He is my elder brother! My brother Ingenium is a leader of men, having almost 60 sidekicks at his Hero Agency in Tokyo. He is a rule follower, but he is also a caring person, who helps every person he meets. He is a man that - no. He is a true hero, one that I aspire to be."
"Tenya, if you want to be a leader like your brother, why didn't you vote for yourself? Then there would've been a 3-way tie between us and Momo," Izuku stated plainly, his head performing a dutch tilt.
"Oh, well, 2 things. 1, you realized the true, hidden meaning behind the entrance exam, and 2, you have an amazing analytical mind that would be an immense boon to our class." Izuku legitimately blushed at Tenya's, in his opinion, generous description.
"Oh my goodness! Tenya, you just made him blush!" Harry cried out in genuine amazement.
In response, Izuku punched Harry's shoulder lightly. "Be quiet, you nerd." Turning back to Tenya, he said, "Thank you Tenya, but I have to ask, what do you mean about the test? I di- "
Suddenly, a klaxon blared loudly overhead, a red neon light flashing alongside it. "Alert! Code 3! I repeat, Code 3!" A voice over the intercom exclaimed loudly.
A switch had been flipped in the Cafeteria. What had been a dull roar now was a conglomeration of screams, groans, and loud shouts. Suddenly, every student was running to the door. Tenya grabbed the arm of a passing upperclassmen, asking, "What's a 'Code 3?'"
"It means that there's a breach in the wall! A villain attack! This has never happened in all of my years at U.A!" The student ran off, joining the growing mob of students.
Izuku and his friends did the same, but were soon sucked into the vortex of the unforgiving mob. Luckily, Izuku was pressed up against the window and saw the mob. A mob, rivaling that of the students, of cameras and microphones was moving towards the entrance. Damn it! Izuku cursed mentally, pulling himself up via the window, before shooting a web at the entrance sign and swinging his way to the sign.
When his journey was complete, Izuku turned to his fellow students and began to do something that Class 1-A, including Harry and Katsuki, had never seen him do. Shout at the top of his lungs. "SHUT UP!" This garnered a lot of notice, and so everyone stopped wherever they were, no longer talking. "If this was an actual villain attack, you all would be dead!" Izuku looked into every one of his fellow students' eyes with a piercing gaze. "Not only that," Izuku paused for a moment, building tension, "but you'd kill all of the people around you through your ineptitude. Fortunately, you lucked out; this isn't any villain. It's the media. I suggest you calm down and calmly evacuate while I investigate."
In complete silence, Izuku crawled through an open window outside, straight to the mob there.
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"Technically, these reporters are illegally trespassing, so do you think we could fight these 'villains'?" Present Mic asked quietly, leaning over to Eraserhead.
"No." Eraserhead stated bluntly. "They'll get angry and write a whole bunch of half-truths about you."
"Can we at least get at least a single comment from All Might?" A woman that was leading the mob asked tensely.
"If you get one comment, you'll get greedy and want another. We won't give an inch," Eraserhead stated plainly, shooing them away, making them do . . . nothing.
"Is this a private party, or can any small pest come in?" Eraserhead rubbed his temples, sighing when he heard his son's voice. Izuku slowly let himself descend into the mob until he was at eye-level.
"Listen here, kid! We don't have the time, or want to deal with you right now. We only want All Might!" The lead woman exclaimed, stamping her foot for emphasis.
"Oh, well darn it! I guess I'm not allowed to tell you that your all trespassing on private property, an illegal act, or that you're all possible accomplices to the villain that broke into the grounds." Izuku turned to his teachers. "Mr. Mic, Zawa." Izuku tipped an imaginary hat to his teachers, before swinging himself up onto the roof.
Sighing, Eraserhead turned to the lead reporter. "Till want that comment? Because we can get you one as soon as he puts you in bars." Nobody moved, before suddenly the walls were flooded with blue and red flashing lights.
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The next day, Izuku was sitting in a bus along with the entirety of 1-A, going to the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ. "Hey, Izuku?" Tsuyu Asui asked. "I generally say what I think, so don't be offended, but your quirk is extremely similar to mine own."
Izuku nodded. "Yeah, but why would I be offended by that?"
"Oh, it wasn't for that, but rather what I'm asking next." Tsuyu paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts before asking, "Are you adopted? Your quirk doesn't match Mr. Aizawa's at all."
"Yeah," Izuku asked, confused. "Why?"
"Just curious, cause my parents gave away a child when I wasn't born yet," Tsuyu explained, blushing slightly due to the embarrassment of asking.
"And you were wondering if we were related?" Tsuyu nodded slightly. "Well, you don't have to wonder anymore. My birth parents are . . . not available to contact."
"Oh, are they deceased?"
"No," Izuku replied, his tone frost and controlled, clearly ending the conversation.
"Your quirks are both so great for heroics, but if you want to talk about the perfect quirks for heroics, it's Todoroki and Bakugo!" Ejiro Kirishima stated firmly pointing at the 2, who were currently sharing a seat.
"Yeah, but Bakugo's personality isn't very great, and he looks like he'd eat you for breakfast, so I don't think that he'll be that popular," Tsuyu stated plainly, shrugging. Izuku chuckled slightly as she said such.
"I'LL EAT YOU FOR BREAKFAST, FROG FACE!" Katsuki yelled, jumping up and lighting his palms up.
"See?" Tsuyu said, pointing at him.
"I think that it's pretty telling that after only a few short weeks of knowing you, we already know that your personality is equivalent to a hot pile of flaming, crap-infested sewage," Denki Kaminari stated firmly, only smirking when Katsuki turned his sights on him.
"So vulgar!" Izuku heard Momo state from behind him. He turned to see her sitting there with a disgusted face, while Ochako had anything but.
"I know but it's so fun!" She exclaimed, looking at the exchange eagerly. Izuku snickered at his friend's face, and she turned to him with a glint in her eye. Opening her mouth, Ochako placed her thumb on the tip her teeth and slid it out.
Recognizing the gesture, Izuku clenched at his heart in mock-hurt as Katsuki yelled, "I'LL SHOW YOU CRAP-INFESTED SEWAGE PIKACHU!"
"Shut up everyone!" Eraserhead stated firmly. "We're almost here." Indeed, when Izuku looked out the window, he saw it. So that's it? The USJ!
A/N : Hey guys, don't forget to review below, letting me know how I'm doing, and maybe inform me of some quips for Izuku to use against Shigaraki! So, I'll see you guys next time, hopefully. See you!