I almost stopped and turned around when I arrived to the front gates of the school the next morning. Reporters and news media were strewn about the front, practically drooling over each other, ready to pounce on innocent students for a new front page. From what I could gleam from the chaos, they were going for an article on All Might-sensei as a teacher. I saw several of my classmates getting bombarded from where I was.

"What kind of lessons does All Might teach?" A reporter was asking Midoriya-san. He Turned around, his huge green eyes even huger than normal. He sweatdropped, his pupils dilating as he let out a loud "Ehhhhh?" and mumbled out something along the lines of "All-Might is a a great teacher!" And quickly stumbled away in a nervous wreck.

I also saw Uraraka-san, who was rubbing the back of her neck as he nervously gave her opinion on All Might. Iida-kun was also there,giving(with no surprise) a fifteen page essay on how All Might is a great hero and teacher.

I ducked behind another reporter, trying really, really hard to not get caught. I was stupidly camera shy, and so because of that, I really didn't want my face to be on a paper or in the morning news. But apparently my luck was really running low. A reporter tapped my shoulder, and I immediately turned around,sweat dropping and fumbling.

" What's your opinion on All Might as a teacher!" She was practically screaming in my face, almost drooling all over me at the prospect of a juicy spill. I spluttered and thought frantically of a way to get out of this, my face heating up. This was bad, bad, bad. And really embarrassing! I squeaked in my head.

And just when I needed the help the most, I felt a larger hand tug really hard on the back of my coat, and I was suddenly being pulled quickly backwards backwards. "Fuck off, would ya?! You damn idiots..." A familiarly brash voice growled from in front of me. The reporters were all doing a double take as Bakugou, yup, Katsuki Bakugou, pulled me away and pass Aizawa-sensei.

When he finally decided to let go of me, which was at the front doors, I was still reeling from his sudden princely, and way out of character rescue.

"Ummm..Bakugou-san!" I called as I jogged a few steps to keep pace with him. "Uhhhh, thank you, for rescuing me, I mean."

He glanced at me from the corner of his narrowed crimson eyes and tched. "I wasn't fucking saving you or whatever dimwit." he snarled

I was fighting hard to keep my jaw from dropping and my voice from breaking. "Ummm, if you don't mind me asking..."

"I do mind you asking, save your fucking questions for some damn extra" He growled, his eyes flickering to me again, his eyebrows tilted the full ninety degrees.

"Why did you decide to help me?" I continued anyway, my curiosity getting the better of me. "I mean, I am really grateful, and don't get me wrong, but you don't seem like the type who goes out of his way to help people...you know..."

He coughed out a laugh, his eyes mocking me. "I already said I didn't fucking help you, dimwit, you were in my damn way!"

I raised my eyebrows. "Then why did you drag me all this way, hm?"

He growled, still walking, but turned his head fully to me, his eyes still mocking. "You were so unimportant, that I forgot you were there."

"Mhm, hm." I kept my mouth shut and nodded dully.

He sighed angrily and slammed open the door, nearly slamming it in my face, but I managed to catch it just in time and slipped into the room, avoiding eye contact and sat into my seat next to Todoroki-san. Just a few moments after that, Aizawa-sensei opened the door and walked to the podium, wearing his usual tired face which was amplified by the stress from dealing with the media.

"I hope your rested from yesterdays battle trial." He sighed, "I took the liberty of looking at your marks and evaluations."

His eyes fixated on Bakugou and then flickered to Yuriko, and I had a feeling what he was about to say. "Bakugou, Yuriko, stop acting like seven-year-olds. Your wasting your own talent on grudges from the past."

Bakugou face twisted into a mask of rage, and something else...regret? "I know..." he growled.

Yuriko merely nodded, but I didn't miss it when her blood red eyes flickered to me.

He then turned to Midoriya, who was looking at his feet under his desk like a kicked puppy.

"And you...are you always planning on destroying your arm, Midoriya? If you keep going 'I can't adjust my quirk', then you'll never get terribly far. I've said it twice, and don't make me say it a third. Once you've cleared that hurdle, you'll be much more flexible. I need to see some sweat out of you, got it?"

Midoriya sat upright, his eyes shimmering with a new found determination. "YES, SIR!"

Aizawa-sensei nodded. "Allright, now lets get on with homeroom notices. I hate to spring this on you so suddenly, but we need to pick a class president."

The room erupted into screaming and cheering. "I wanna be president, pick me!", or "No, I wanna be prez! I'd be sooo cool!"

I covered my ears quickly, screwing up my face. They were really loud. If this is anything like general education, it will mostly consist in mundane school duties, but I have a feeling this will be different though...This is the hero course, not just some run of the mill high school. Being president would have several important duties, and may even help me in becoming a better hero all that much faster. In any case though...I'm not sure if I want to run for class president. I am not really up to that level of responsibility yet...

" This is a task laden with responsibility in which you must pull everyone else's weight. Just because you'd like to, doesn't mean you can." Iida shouted, his face actually serious as he pushed his glasses up his nose. "It is a holy office that requires great esteem and trust from those around you. The only true leader will come forth from a democratic choice from the will of the people!"

He pushed himself up from his desk and held his hand in the air, his whole body viibly trembling. " This is why this must be settled by vote!"

"WOW, HE'S BEING REALLY LOFTY WITH THAT PROPOSAL!" I could almost hear the class thinking in unison.

"It's too early to have developed any trust in each other..." Tsuyu croaked, tapping her chin with her index finger.

"And everyone will just vote for themselves!" Kirishima agreed, raising his brows.

"And that's precisely it! The person who gets multiple votes will be the right person for the job, right?" I added from behind Iida. Kirishima sighed, defeated, as he slumped back down in his seat. I saw Iida flash me a grateful look before he turned to Sensei, who was already in his sleeping bag, and sliding to the floor.

"Is that alright, Sensei?"

"Anything goes, as long as it's decided by the dead line." he agreed before he shut his eyes.

I eased back onto my seat, pulling out a piece of scrap paper and a pencil like everyone else did, and sat for a few minutes to think of my choice.

Iida was the first though that popped into my mind. He was straight-laced, studious, and very upstanding and honest. Not to mention he had the look for the job too...But the rest of the class may find that undesirable in a president...they may think him too...overwhelming.

The next name that came to mind was Momo Yaoyorozu. She was smart, brave, pretty, and very honest and knowledgeable. But I really didn't know her all to well...she was...what's the word...rich? She was just a little to rich girl sounding, but not in a bad way.

To my surprise, the only other name I could think of was Shoto Todoroki. We was smart, studiosu, and he had a thinking brain. Before I had even come up with a plan, he had already fleshed one out. He thinks fast, and though I hadn't really seen anyone speak to him, he seemed polite...

I quickly scratched his name onto the paper and passed it up the row to be put in the box and tallied by Iida. And now all that was left to to was wait.

"I GOT THREE VOTES!" Midoriya-san squeaked, his hands shaking and sweat beading on his forehead. I had to say, I was sorta surprised to see that. My eyes scanned the board below his nama and...

I flew up out of my seat. "I TIED WITH YAOYOROZU-SAN!" It was my turn to squeak in denial. How had this happed!? Who had even voted for me! This was ridiculous.

I flew to the front of the room, bowing in front of a very surprised looking Momo.

"Please tell me you want Vice President!" I begged. "I am not fit for that job, I have yet to trust myself, so how can I expect others to trust in me?" I kept my head bowed, my face burning with embarrassment. Yaomomo tapped my shoulder and I straightened to look at her, my eyes weary.

She smiled kindly at me, but I could see relife in her slate grey eyes. "Are you sure? I think you would make a wonderful ice President." She asked, merely out of politeness.

I nodded. "Yes, I am sure you will make an amazing Vice President, Yaoyorozu-san."

Iida looked to the both of us and nodded. "Then it's settled! The Class President is Midoriya-san and Vice President Yaoyorozu-san!"

I slid timidly into the bench next to Kirishima and Mina and across from Bakugou. Ashido-chan had insisted I sit with her and her new freinds, Denki Kaminari, Kirishima-who basically forced Bakugou to sit here, and Sero Hanta, rather than with Iida, Midoriya, and Ochaco-chan. I quickly picked up my bowl of rice and began to munch as Mina introduced us.

"Sooo, I guess Kirishima and Aki-chan are already acquainted..." She hummed."So that leaves only a few introductions! Sero, this is Zephrina Akikuda, Aki-chan, this is Sero Hanta!" She began.

Sero winked at me and grinned. "Hola, señorita~"

I nearly choked on my rice. I quickly swallowed and giggled. "Hola, senor Hanta. It's nice to meet you!" I played along coyly. He threw me another wink before digging into his rice.

Mina moved onto the next introduction. " Denki, this is Akikuda-chan! Akikuda-chan, this is Denki Kaminari!"

Denki leaned across the table on his elbows and winked. "My buddies bet me that I wouldn't be able to start a conversation with the most beautiful person here. How should we spend their money?

I put down my rice and leaned in closer, deciding to play along. "I'd like to take you to the movies, but they don't let you take your own snacks."

He grinned even wider. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I close my eyes and look at you again."

I smirked. "I hope you know CPR, because your taking my breath away."

He was nearly splitting his face in two with his smile. "I'm really glad I have life insurance, cause when I saw you, my heart stopped."

We both burst out laughing so hard that it hurt. Even Kirishima and Sero had joined in, and Mina was grinning like a goof. I really liked this Kaminari-I was 100% positive we would become great friends.

Kirishima tapped my shoulder as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "B-before I start l-laughing again, this is Katsuki Bakugou." he indicated the annoyed boy in front of me. "Bakugou, this is Zephrina Akikuda."

Bakugou's eyes flickered to me. "I could fucking care less about dimwit." he snorted cruely.

I rolled my eyes, my bad pick up line battle with Kaminari putting me into a good mood. "Nice to officially meet you too, Bakugou."

He rolled his eyes and continued to eat his food. Kirishima turned to me, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Eh, sorry man. He isn't very...conversational."

I laughed. "I know, he drug me away this morning."

He tilted his head, giving me a 'huh, that's new' face. "He saved you?"

I nodded. "Yup. And when I tried to thank him, he just kept calling me dimwit." I sighed.

Kirishima turned to Bakugou, his face downcast. "Man, that's not a manly way to treat a woman! How un-manly is that man!"

I tipped my head, reeling from how many times one boy could say 'manly' in a sentence, when the emergency warning system blared in our ears.

"Security level three had been breached. Students, please promptly evacuate."

The lunch room erupted in screams and shouts, and panic ensued. We all rushed up out of our seats, and Kirishima grabbed my arm in the panic as we were pushed in the flood of hectic students. And then suddenly he wasn't there, and I screamed above the roar of voices.

"KIRISHIMA!?"

"AKIKUDA! DON'T GET-"

And his voice faded into the crowd. I was being trampled, my 5" eight not working well in this situation. I tried to get the the window, but I just kept getting trampled and pushed and shoved. I cried out in surprise and pain when an elbow jabbed me in my left eye, causing me to now be navagting a tsunami of bodies with only one eye. I suddenly felt a hand grab the back of my jacket for the second time today, and jerk me backwards, for the second time today, into the wall. I looked up, bewildered, when I saw who it was.

"B-b-bakugou!?"

He looked down at me, a slight smirk on his lips. "Now you really fuckin owe me, dimwit."

I gawked at him, not able to control myself. "But-why-I am so confu-"

"Could you see what the hell was going on?" he yelled at me, keeping his arm across my chest to keep me from getting swept away again.

"You tell me!" I yelled back, mildly uncomfortable with his arm across my chest. He seemed not to notice, his face saying he had a plan in mind. One I was really going to hate

He suddenly ducked under me, grabbing my legs and raising me above the level of the chaos, so I could see out the window. I squealed and quickly grabbed his shoulders to keep from falling off. "No, you tell me!" he laughed brashly.

I looked down at him, and with my face burning red, looked back up at the windows. My mouth fell open, and I really couldn't help myself, I began to laugh and tapped his head. "It's the media! They somehow managed to break down the gate!"

He snorted in disbelief. "So all these damn extras were panicking over the media?! How pathetic is that!"

I was really starting to get uncomfortable now. Bakugou still had me on his shoulders, shaking with an almost angry laughter, and my face was still red.

" AKIKUDAAAA!"I heard Iida's voice ring from somewhere in the crowd. I leaned forward, frantically searching the crowed, and when I spotted him, he was getting smashed in between the students, his glasses askew. "USE URARAKA'S QUIRK AND MAKE ME FLOAT!"

I panicked again, glancing down at Bakugou."I'm gonna float off, okay!" I had seen Uraraka do it in the team battles, so I could too, right!...RIGHT?!

I activated Zero Gravity, my eyes turning a bright, vibrant pink. I quickly clasped my own hands like I had seen her so, and pushed off of Bakugou's shoulders, floating quickly over to Iida.

"Good luck, Iida!" I yelled as I slapped his hand with all five of my fingers, and he went flying across the hallway, using Engine to boost him along until he smashed violently into the far wall above the exit sign.

"EVERYBODY CALM DOWN! IT'S JUST THE PRESS THERE IS NO REASON TO PANIC! IT'S OKAY! LET'S CONDUCT OURSELVES IN THE MANNER OF STUDENTS ATTENDING THE HIGHEST ACADEMIA!"

In the end, the crowds in the halls dispersed, and silence filled halls...and I was still floating, my back pressed against the ceiling, staring down at Iida and Kirishima.

"Umm...you still okay up there?" Kirishima laughed nervously.

I half smiled. "Ummm...sure...but where is Deku? I have no clue how get down from here, and I'm feeling really nauseous..."

"He is still trying to locate Uraraka-chan." Iida said solemnly.

"Ahhhh! I'm sorry!" Uraraka's bubbly voice came from below. I cracked open an eye and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You just have to clasp your hands together again, making sure all five fingers touch." She instructed quickly.

I quickly did as she said, and fell from the ceiling, landing in Kirishima's waiting arms. He quickly sat me on my feet, and we all shared a sigh of relief.

It was days like today that really were the worst.

Zephrina: Why did you decide to help me?

Bakugou: I already said I didn't fucking help you, dimwit, you were in my damn way!

Zephrina: Then why did you drag me all this way, hm?

Zephrina: Aww, you were being nice, weren't you!

Bakugou: *panic in pomeranian* WAS NOT YOU FUCKING-

This is my longest chapter yet at a whopping 2,915 words! Thank you all for reading, and stay hydrated!

Plus Ultra!

-Akikuda-chan!?