Yosh, time for the eighth chapter! Hope you like it~
Warning: Kira's language, Kira's popularity and Kira's
Enjoy!
"Kira… Kira…"
"Lemme sleep…"
"Kira…"
"Go away…"
"Kira!"
"Ugh, what!?"
"You're going to be late to class."
There was a moment of stillness. The ginger suddenly sprung out of bed, but got caught in her blanket and ended up falling on the floor. Groaning at the harsh landing, she then shot a worried glance at the clock.
Classes start in twenty minutes!
"Fuck!"
Grabbing her uniform, she ignored her brother who had oh-so-graciously daigned to come and wake her, and ran into the bathroom to get changed as Naomasa's laugh echoed somewhere in the apartment. As she quickly prepared herself, memories from yesterday's incident came back to her.
Ren seems okay this morning, though. He woke me up as per usual. Maybe he forgot he was assaulted? It was a pretty harsh blow to the head he got.
Shit, maybe I should have brought him to the hospital.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she ran to the living room, where her brother was waiting with her bag in one hand and a sandwich in the other.
"Don't be late," he teased.
"Late? I already am!" she retorted, putting on her jacket. Grabbing her things, she then kissed him on the cheek before running at the door. "See you later Ren, Nao-san! Be safe!"
"You too!"
The door slammed shut. The two man stared at it for a second, before chuckling softly.
"She hasn't changed," remarked the detective, amused.
"One day or another, it'll really get her in trouble," sighed amusedly the Archivist. Then, he glanced at the black-haired officer. "Thank you for coming here, by the way. I'm glad Kira didn't have to spend the night alone. I wouldn't have been able to…"
He trailed off, his gaze lingering on the files still laid on the table.
"… He took hers," then informed Naomasa, resigned.
"I know. I noticed this morning."
"… is it him?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Are you going to tell her?"
"… I don't know yet."
"You shouldn't hide it for too long," advised the detective. "If she learns that you hid it from her… All of this! I still have no idea how we managed but... Damn it, we've been at it for the passed year, Ren. It's going to blow up in our faces-"
"I know, I know." The youngest passed an hand over his tired face. "It's just… she already has a lot on her plate. With school starting and her reinforced training, I'm afraid the stress will become too much for her to handle. You know as much as I do that she's determined to find him, after all. If I tell her he's the one who attacked me and about… everything else that's been happening…"
"I understand. Just be sure to tell her soon. If she finds out by herself, I doubt it'll be pretty." With that, the black-haired man got back to his feet. "Anyhow, we should get going. The attack must be reported to the office and while I already warned U.A., we still need to put up patrols. If it truly is that psycho, then everyone needs to be on high alert."
"Agreed."
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When Kira arrived to school, she was surprised to see that many of her classmates hadn't even made it inside the academy grounds yet. They were assaulted from all sides by what seemed to be paparazzi and journalists.
Right, must be because of All Might, she realized.
Before she could even think of escaping, though, a few had already spotted her. Next thing she knew, she was cornered.
"Err, wait, I-"
"Tell us, how are All Might's classes?"
"Is he a good teacher?"
"Has the Symbol of Peace shown a certain professionalism?"
"What do you think he is lacking as a teacher?"
"Do you believe he is suited to be a teacher at U.A.?"
"Would you all just shut up already?" she snapped, growing annoyed. They all stopped talking at that, surprised. "Look, I'm going to be late to class. Again. Plus, are you even allowed to be here?"
"No, they're not."
The ginger jumped, startled at his sudden appearance. "A-Aizawa-sensei!"
The man nodded in greeting at her, before turning to the mob.
"You're all disturbing the classes. Get lost," he ordered plainly. "Suttoki, get to class. You won't be considered as late this morning, considering this incident."
"Uh? R-right. Thanks, sensei!"
Ignoring the calls and complaints from the paparazzi, Kira quickly made her way inside, hoping they wouldn't cause anymore trouble.
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"Good work on yesterday's combat training," congratulated flatly Eraser Head. "I saw the video and results. Bakugo! You're talented, so don't act like a kid."
The blond stiffened at that, and Kira felt a vicious satisfaction at seeing him being reprimanded like that. Ever since kindergarten, the teachers had look up to him as a start student because of his Quirk. Here, though, everyone was talented.
If he wanted to leave his mark, he'd have to work for it.
"Don't look so smug, Suttoki." The teen's smirk twitched at being called out. "You fought good, and knowing how to defend yourself without your Quirk is an excellent skill to possess. However, attacking a student randomly won't be tolerated anymore, got it?"
"Hai." She looked down, her cheeks reddening in mild embarrassment.
"And Midoriya…" pursued the teacher, glancing down at his notes. "You settled it by breaking you arm again, uh? You can't keep saying you can't help it because you can't control your Quirk. Listen up! I don't like saying the same thing over and over. As long as you fix the control issue, there's a lot you'll be able to do. Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya."
"Y-yes sir!"
The green-haired boy seemed ecstatic at the hidden praise.
"Now, let's get down to homeroom business," then announced the teacher. "Sorry about the late notice, but today, I'll have you…"
Take another special test!? Everyone wondered, worried.
"… decide on a class representative."
All sweatdropped at that, though glad it was merely a normal school activity.
"I want to be class rep! Pick me!" suddenly exclaimed Kirishima.
"Me too!" Kaminari joined in.
"I want to do it too!" Jiro raised her hand.
"It's a job made for me-" Aoyama started.
"I'll be the leader!" Ashido cut him off.
"My manifest is for all girls' skirts to be thirty centimeters above the knee!" yelled randomly Mineta, off into his own world.
"Wanna say that again?" Kira glared at him, lighter in her hands. She wouldn't actually do anything, what with Aizawa's clear warning, but it didn't stop her from scaring the pervert.
The smaller boy paled, quickly backing down.
"Let me do it! Me!" Of all people, the ginger hadn't expected Bakugo to join the sudden frenzy.
Everyone was yelling over each other now. She could see Izuku hoping for the position too, and a few of the more silent students also seemed to be looking for a way to be heard. Sighing, she then brought her fingers to mouth and, without a second thought, whistled loudly.
Everyone cringed at the sudden, piercing noise that echoed a few seconds in the classroom. Silence suddenly fell on the group.
"Guys, calm down!" Kira huffed, rubbing her temples. "We can only pick one representative for the class, you know? And it's not by yelling over each other that we'll manage it. Iida-kun, you seem to have an idea. Care to share?"
"Hai," he nodded firmly. "Thank you, Kira-san. So! This is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others! It is not a job for just anyone who wants to do it! It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you! If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one!"
"But your hand is raised the highest!" exclaimed the rest of the students accusingly.
Kira chuckled a little a the sight. Despite his words, it would seem Iida was extremely interested by the position too.
"Why did you suggest that?" wondered Kaminari, eye twitching.
"We haven't known each other for that long, so how can we have trust or anything?" added Tsuyu, somewhat confused.
"If that's the case, and everyone votes for themselves…" Kirishima pointed out, trailing off as everyone got the idea.
"Don't you think that is precisely why whoever receives multiple votes here can be truly considered the most suitable person?" retorted Iida, not backing down. He then spun around to face Aizawa-sensei. "What do you think, teacher!?"
"I don't care, as long as you decide before classroom is over." And with that, the man simply disappeared into his sleeping bag.
Kira sweatdropped at the sight while Iida thanked him. Then, she shook her head, and got up to face the class.
"If I may, I would suggest that everyone votes for someone other than themselves. That way, we can have a better and more general understanding of who the class as a whole believes is better suited for the position. What about that?"
Many made faces at the proposition, but all agreed nonetheless. It would avoid confusion and allow a fairer vote.
Kira beamed at them. "Well, we better get started if we want to finish before the end of the class." She clasped her hands together. "Seeing as I'm really not interested by the position, does anyone mind if I play mediator for the whole ordeal? A neutral party, if you'd like."
"You don't want to be the class representative, Kira-chan?" echoed Yaoyorozu, surprised.
"Nope! I've already got my hands full with training and school and… well, some family shit. So no, I'm not particularly fond of getting a position that requires dedication and imposes responsibilities. I just don't have the time for that."
"Well, I believe everyone can agree for you to act as the neutral party," agreed Iida, pushing up his glasses. "Thank you for your cooperation, Kira-san."
"Of course. Now, let's get to it!"
"Yeah!"
"I can't believe you guys."
After a few minutes spent in the utmost silence as all students –saved for Kira- wrote their votes on a piece of paper, the ginger had quickly gathered the results and wrote them on the board.
The results… were not what she expected.
"I told you I didn't want to be the class representative! It's exactly why I was chosen as the neutral party in the first place!" she whined.
"But you're the one who brought back the order in the classroom," pointed out Kaminari, a smirk gracing his lips.
"And who proposed the voting system."
"You're also hard to work-"
"Obviously dedicated to your training!"
"You're really strong."
"You seem to be a very reliable person!"
"And you're not scared to put people back into their place if they're in the wrong." That last jab was obviously directed at Bakugo, who glared at Kirishima.
"Plus, you're fun to work with and you're very open-minded, ready to make compromises," mused Jiro. "You listen to us."
Bakugo was fuming. Iida seemed stricken by the lack of votes himself had received even though he had voted for Kira too. Midoriya seemed thoroughly amused by the whole situation, though also mildly worried. The rest all seemed to agree.
"Guys…" she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. She could feel a headache starting. "I told you, I don't have the time for this! I'm sorry, but I refuse the position. Momo-chan is the one who got the most votes afterwards, so-"
Before she could finish her sentence, though, the bell rang. The teen paled, distinctly remembering the teacher's earlier words.
"Alright, kids. Then the class rep is Suttoki, while the deputy class rep is Yaoyorozu. Good luck," announced the teacher from under his desk, voice drowsy.
"No, wait, I don't-"
"Class dismissed," concluded the teacher, outright ignoring her. "Oh, and I'll have a word with you, Suttoki."
"W-wait!"
But the rest of the class left with taunting winks and cheery waves.
Kira sighed heavily in despair, before shaking her head. As soon as the doors closed, she turned to face Eraser Head, more serious.
"It's about what happened yesterday, I'd guess?"
"The school is on alert. If there is any incident, we were asked to inform you," he simply said. "And you are instructed to stay within the school grounds during the day. There should be a teacher keeping watch at all times. If anything happens, find a teacher as fast as you can and stick by them."
"Understood. And… thank you, for your efforts," she bowed, truly grateful. She then straightened, scratching sheepishly her cheek. "But about being class rep-"
"Congratulation on the job. Now get out."
"B-but- Aizawa-sensei!"
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Kira was hitting her head on the table.
Repetitively.
She had been at it ever since lunch started.
"K-Kicchan… maybe you should think about it? Being a class representative is a huge honor, you know?" her best friend tried to soften her.
"But I don't want it!" she protested, half-glaring at him. "I'm really flattered and all, but I don't have the time for this crap! Iida! Yourself wanted to do it, so why did you vote for me?"
"Wanting to do it and being suitable for the position are two different issues," he replied, sipping some of his juice with resignation. "I merely did what I judged was the best course of action."
"You know, Iida-kun, you really talk fancy sometimes," mused Uraraka. "I wanted to know… is it because you're a rich boy!?"
"I… admit, that I have tried changing my manner of speech because I didn't want to be called like that," Iida looked away, sighing. The other three couldn't help but stare. "My family has been Heroes for generations now. I'm the second son. Do you know the Turbo Hero, Ingenium?"
"Of course!" Izuku instantly went into fanboy mode. "He's a really popular Hero who has sixty-five sidekicks working at his Tokyo Agency! He- wait. Don't tell me…"
"Ingenium's your older brother!?" Kira gaped. "No way!"
"Exactly!" he confirmed proudly. "He is a likable Hero who honors the rules and leads people. I set my sights on becoming a Hero because I want to be like my brother. However… I think it is still too soon for me to lead others. Unlike me, Midoriya-kun and Kira-san both realized the point of the practical portion of the entrance exam. What more, Kira-san has already earned the respect of most of our fellow classmates due to her honest personality. She also received recommendations for entering U.A., but refused them due to a very honorable sense of self, hence why I believe she is more suitable for the job."
The other three were no longer listening, though, staring at the soft smile that had spread on the boy's lips.
"W-what is it?" He suddenly noticed their staring.
"This might be the first time I've seen you smile, Iida-kun," remarked simply Uraraka.
"Agreed," nodded Kira, before beaming at the boy. "It suits you!"
A faint blush rose to his cheeks, making her snicker softly. However, what he said earlier then caught up to Izuku, who snapped his eyes at his best friend.
"Wait, what did he meant when saying 'recommendations'?"
Ooh, right, I never told him.
"Remember when we got separated at the entrance exams?" she replied. "Well, the Headmaster called for me because… well, exactly that. I had gotten recommendations-"
"Four of them!" Uraraka chimed in.
"- but I refused them," she concluded, sending the girl a half-hearted glare. "I wasn't about to throw all of my training out the window."
He gaped at her for a moment, before laughing.
"What? What is it?"
"That's just so you, Kicchan, it's all," he replied, beaming at her.
She shook her head at his amusement, before bringing her mind back onto the main topic of the conversation.
"Anyhow, I still think we should re-vote. I was supposed to be a neutral party, remember? And I told you guys outright that I didn't want to be rep!" She knew she sounded like a five-years old kid, but she couldn't help it. "Being class rep means that I'd have to stay here after school, and with what happened to Ren yesterday, I-".
She instantly cut herself, cursing her slip of the tongue. She hadn't planned to tell Izuku, or anyone really, about the incident.
"Ren? What happened to him?" the green-haired boy frowned, now worried.
She bit her lower lip, before sighing heavily.
"Ren –he's my older brother," she precised to the other two. "He was… he was attacked by a Villain, yesterday." She wasn't outright lying, so all was good, right? Better not get them involved in all of this.
"I-is he alright?" worried the anti-gravity girl.
"He's fine, but the attacker wasn't caught," Kira answered with a shake of her head, clenching her fists. "If I had been home earlier…"
"He must be under watch right now, right?" however remarked Iida. "Such an attack surely wouldn't be without purpose."
"He's a secretary at the police office," she nodded in confirmation. "He got friends in the good places, they won't leave his side. He's got an escort for the time being."
"You don't?"
"No one is insane enough to attack a Hero school, and even less with All Might as a teacher," the teen rolled her eyes. "But the teachers were warned and are keeping an eye out in case there really is trouble."
The three of her classmates took the time to let the information sink in. The threat of a Villain attack was one they all learned to live with since birth, but to have one so real and being unable to do anything about it…
It put them all on edge.
"Don't make such faces, guys!" Kira then laughed, trying to ease the atmosphere. "We're in fricking U.A. High. No one's going to break in-"
~BRIIIIIING~
Everyone stiffened at the sudden sound of the alarm.
"There has been a Level Three security breach. All students please evacuate outdoors promptly. I repeat…"
"W-what's a 'Level Three' security breach?" Iida asked the nearest student.
"It means someone is trespassing on school grounds!" answered the senior, already leaving in a panic. "I've never seen anything like this in the three years I've been here! You should hurry too!"
Kira jumped to her feet, her blood running cold. It couldn't…
"Kira-chan, do you think it's the one who attacked your brother?" Uraraka asked, worry etched on her features.
"No idea. I've been instructed to find the nearest teacher if anything happened, though-"
"Suttoki Kira?"
The four students gaped at the sudden arrival of none other than the Pro Hero Snipe by their side. The ginger quickly shook off the awe, though. Now was really not the time.
"That's me," she confirmed, serious. "What do I do?"
"Come with me. The others, evacuate along with the rest of the students."
"H-hai!"
Izuku grabbed Kira's hand and squeezed it tightly for half-a-second, before the two of them separated. Shaking her head, she quickly followed the teacher into an hallway opposite from the front doors.
"Do we have any idea who got in?" she asked as soon as they left the lunchroom.
His head tilted her way as he considered for a moment what to tell her.
"… it's the press," he finally informed.
"W-what? How'd they get in?"
"That's what we don't know, yet," he replied, taking a turn to the left.
"… you think it might be a distraction?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Aa. This way."
After a few more turns, she finally recognized the hallway, and realized she was being lead to the Headmaster's office. It was a good idea. Since there were only two ways to get in –the door and the window-, the place would be easily defended. A moment later, they reached their destination. Snipe opened the door, letting her in, and she was greeted by the sight of the Headmaster and All Might, in his Hero form.
"Ah, Suttoki-chan," greeted the rat-man with a smile. "Apologies for the sudden evacuation. We preferred to play it safe."
"Of course," she nodded, taking a seat as Snipe closed the door. "My brother and I are very grateful for your help."
"You are one of our precious students, Suttoki-chan!" beamed the Headmaster. "And the Archivist is an important colleague of us. We understand the dangers that come with such a profession."
The girl simply nodded. She truly wasn't used to people mentioning her brother's work so casually. It was okay when they were at the office, since the people she knew were all men and women they could trust. However, while she'd never doubt the Heroes before her, they were still perfect strangers.
Her eyes were drawn to the window. Curious, she rose the her feet and quickly went to take a look. Outside, numerous journalists were making a ruckus. She could also see the panic that had seized all of the students, who still hadn't realized what was really going on.
"… you know, maybe you should consider informing the students that it's just the press," she proposed, amused and annoyed at the same time. "Having a general panic on our hands isn't going to help in finding out if there truly is an intruder."
At her remark, the rest of the teachers sweatdropped, having forgotten about that little detail.
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"Thank you again!"
The situation had been handled, and all students were to return to class. After bowing one last time, Kira left the Nezu's office. As soon as the teen closed the door behind her, the Headmaster smiled at Snipe.
"So? What did you think?"
"She has good instincts, and she is well-used to protocols. She wasted no time in evacuating efficiently and understood the situation with very little information."
"I see. Anything to add, All Might?"
"Young Suttoki might be rash in some of her actions, but she is extremely mature for her age," shrugged the man. "I doubt we will have any problem when it comes to her protection."
"Mmm." The Headmaster took a sip of his tea. "Still, for the Archivist to ask us personally for her protection…"
That man is back, then.
"What is it, Headmaster?" frowned All Might, unsure of what his boss was saying.
"… There is a reason why we believe she might be in danger. Young Suttoki-chan has awoken her Quirk due to a traumatic experience. Her family had been targeted by a Villain, and only her and her brother managed to survive the fire. We have not heard of this Villain since, but it would seem he has finally come back to finish what he started eleven years ago."
"You think that Villain will target her specifically?"
"It is a possibility. We will have to be careful from now on. Pass on the word to the other teachers, would you?"
"Hai!"
The door suddenly slammed open.
"Headmaster!" Midnight entered the office. She had a worried frown on her face. "You should come and see this."
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When Kira returned to class, relief was obvious on her three friends' faces. She simply smiled at them in reassurance. However, as soon as she went to take her seat, she was pulled to the front of the class by Yaoyorozu.
"W-what? Momo-chan?"
"If you would begin the class, class rep," simply replied the other girl.
Aw, shit. Forgot about that.
"R-right." The ginger faced the rest of the class. Then, she sighed. "Alright, before deciding on the rest of the other class officers… I officially resign from my position as class representative!"
Izuku facepalmed, while some murmurs of confusion echoed around.
"From what I've heard," Kira pursued, unperturbed. "Iida Tenya has however proven to be of quite some help today. He kept his cool during the evacuation, and assisted in bringing back the order amongst the students. I believe that a class representative should be present for his fellow classmates, and ready to go beyond their own limits for the sake of their classmates. Iida-kun demonstrated a strong sense of leadership and dedication, and that is why I would ask of you all to consider his candidature."
Iida was looking at her with unbelieving eyes. After a moment of silence, Izuku raised his hand with a big smile.
"I think Kicchan's right! Iida-kun got everyone's attention in such a cool way… I think he should do it too!"
"Well, if Red One and Midoriya say so…" Kirishima grinned, joining in. "And it's true that Iida was a big help at the cafeteria today."
"Yeah! And he kind of looked like the person on the emergency exits signs, didn't he?" added Kaminari, half-teasingly.
"You're wasting time."
"Gah!"
Kira jumped, startled by the sudden appearance of the teacher behind her. He was still in his sleeping bag, and the teen wondered for a moment if he ever got out of it at some point during the day.
"I don't care what you do, just hurry up and do it," he added, grumpy.
"Right, right… anyhow, what do you say, Iida-kun?" the ginger then turned to the boy, grinning.
He blinked, before rising to his feet in a very formal manner.
"If the class rep has nominated me, then it cannot be helped," he answered. "From this day forth, I, Iida Tenya, promise to do my best to carry out the duties of class representative!"
"We're counting on you, Emergency Exit!" teased Kirishima.
"Emergency Exit Iida!"
"Do your best!"
While the rest of the students cheered and warmed up at the idea, Kira patted Yaoyorozu's shoulder in sympathy.
"Sorry about that, Momo-chan. It just… felt right, you know?" The other girl only seemed to slump a little more in defeat at that. "Plus, I saved you from the actual job, so there. You're basically the shadow king now!"
That did earn the fiery teen a short laugh from the deputy.
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"How could the ordinary members of the press be able to do something like this?"
The gate leading to the school's ground, usually protected by an impressive barrier of iron, had been torn apart as if it had been mere paper. There was no doubt that someone with an extremely powerful Quirk had had an hand in this.
"Someone instigated this," sighed the Headmaster, hands in his back. "Did someone evil slip in… or was it intended to be a declaration of war?"
"Could it be the one you believe is targeting one of our students?" wondered Midnight, an hand on her hip.
"The description of the Quirk fits the file we were given," confirmed the rat-man. "We were lucky this time around, prepared as we were. Check over the surveillance cameras. Take rounds in the hallways, check the classes and air ventilations. We must be certain that the intruder isn't still here."
"Understood!"
"Oh, and can one of you contact Naomasa-kun? I believe that, considering these circumstances, an escort for Suttoki-chan might be a good idea."
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"Kira!"
At the call, the young girl blinked and looked around, before finally spotting her brother farther away, next to a car easily recognizable. Inside was sitting Naomasa, apparently having an important conversation on the phone.
"Hey!" she waved back at him, before grabbing Uraraka and Iida. "Guys, come on! I'll present you to my brother! Izuku, come too!"
They didn't have the time to protest, the teen was already pulling them along. A moment later, the four students found themselves facing her older sibling. The white-haired man smiled down at them.
"Friends of yours, Kira?"
"Yup! This is Uraraka Ochaco, and this is Iida Tenya! Guys, this is my older brother, Ren!"
"I-it's nice to meet you!" the brown-haired girl quickly bowed.
"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance!" the tall boy followed, bowing stiffly.
"Uh? Iida? Are you Ingenium's brother, by any chance?" easily recognized the Archivist, a twinkle in his eye. "Been a while since I've seen him around…"
"Y-you know my brother?"
"Uh? Oh, we worked together on a few cases some years ago," shrugged Ren. Then, he ruffled his sister's hair. "Can you believe that Kira was scared of him when they first met?"
"I was nine years old!" she protested, a tad embarrassed. "And I- stop messing with my hair!"
As the siblings bickered, the other three exchanged a glance. While watching them could prove to be quite entertaining, they were also rather relaxed for people whose lives were actually threatened.
"Kira, do you have an escort because of today's incident?" then intervened Izuku, voice lower so that nearby students couldn't hear.
"Uh? Yeah, the Headmaster insisted," she confirmed. "It's just for today, though, don't worry!"
"I'm afraid we can't fit everyone in the car," apologized Ren with a slight bow. "But we can get you home if you want, Izuku."
"No, don't worry about it! I'll go to the station with Uraraka-san and Iida-kun," refused the green-haired boy. "But thank you for the proposition. Oh, and mom would really like to have supper with you guys soon. She said she wanted to exchange recipes or something like that…"
"Ah, I don't mind!" laughed the red-eyed man. "I'll give her a call later so we can settle on a day. Get home safe, kids!"
"You too, Ren-san, Kira!"
The three then started leaving.
"Bye Ochaco-chan, Iida-kun! Bye Izuku!" Kira waved cheerfully. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!"
"See ya tomorrow, Kira-chan! Be careful!" called back Uraraka.
The ginger then got into the car, soon followed by her brother. As soon as the doors were closed, the third man who was with them hung up and took the wheel, driving them away.
"Ne, Deku-kun, you must be really close to Kira-chan, right?" then mused the brown-haired girl.
"Uh? Well, we met when we were around… four, five years old? We stuck together ever since. She protected me from the bullies, and I helped her a lot with her studies. Her brother didn't like me at first, to be honest. One day, he even said something that made me cry. At that, Kira snapped at him. She was so mad! After what, he stopped being mean and we started having a dinner each month all together, with my mom. Those became rarer when Kira started training more seriously and because her brother got his job at the police office."
"He seemed so polite, though," wondered Uraraka. That handsome man with such a soft smile, such kind eyes, such obvious love for his sister… being mean? "It's hard to imagine him being mean to anyone…"
"It is, isn't it?" Izuku chuckled a little. "It's just… I later on learned he was simply like that because he felt protective of Kicchan. After the fire, she was the only thing he had left, so…"
"The fire?"
At that, the green-haired boy stopped talking. A small red now tainting his cheeks, he looked away, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, it's really not my story to tell," he apologized.
"We understand," assured Iida, genuine. "If Kira-san ever wants to talk to us about it, then she will do so by herself."
The boy smiled in relief at that, before changing the subject.
A little voice in the back of his mind wouldn't shut up about the fact that the cause of the fire he didn't want to talk about was more than probably the cause of Kira's current issues, and he silently wondered if she had connected the dots already.
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The next day
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"For today's hero basic training… it's turned into a class with three instructors: All Might and me, and one more person," announced Aizawa-sensei with his usual lack of enthusiasm.
Turned into? Was it supposed to be different? Kira could tell she wasn't the only one who had caught that slip of the tongue. Might this be because of what happened yesterday?
"Excuse me!" Henta raised his hand. "What will we be doing today?"
Everyone tensed at the question, excitement growing in the span of a second. They hadn't thought about it, but it would surely be different from the combat training from last time.
"Disasters, shipwrecks, and everything in between," then answered Eraser Head. "It's rescue training!"
"Rescue…? Looks like it'll be a lot of work this time too," Kaminari tugged at the collar of his shirt.
"Idiot!" Kirishima rolled his eyes. "That's the duty of Heroes! My arms are ready to rumble!"
"Well said, Red Two!" laughed Kira.
"Of course, Red One!" They bumped fists, grinning.
"No one can beat me in water, ribbit," assured Tsuyu.
"Oi, I'm not done yet."
All students fell silent at that, sending sheepish expressions to the teacher.
He sighed.
"You can decide if you want to wear your costume or not this time," he then informed. "Seeing as there are probably costumes that limit your abilities, too. The training will take place off-campus, so we're taking a bus. That is all. Start getting ready."
Everyone wasted no time in moving at the dismissal. Kira quickly grabbed her suitcase. While Aizawa-sensei had a point concerning certain costumes, she wasn't concerned by it. In fact, she was better off wearing it. She had created it –kind of- so as to enhance her Quirk and abilities.
Well, let's get to it!
She wasn't really worried. After the break-in, surely security would be even tighter. And seriously, it was U.A.
Who in their right mind would tempt an attack on the best Hero Academy in the country?
Okay, so a lot happened in this chapter. Some flashbacks, we're getting slowly but surely to the heart of the problem. Who they're talking about it kind of obvious, too, but the reasons... are they? Or aren't they? Anyway, so for those of you who might believe Kira being voted as class rep is farfetched... well, it really isn't. She's shown in the few days that she has known them that she's strong willed, ready to defend her convictions, good at compromises and able to keep the whole class under a certain control.
And I mean, Midoriya did get chosen in the actual story. That was even more farfetched, don't you think?
Anyway, hope you guys are ready because next chapter, it's USJ time! Don't forget to review, too!
Plus Ultra!