A/N: Edit finished 16 August 2018. Beta provided by Kylekatarn77.

Chapter 8

Friday was the first time Class 1-A had to face a day that played out like the long, mindless days of their middle school careers. Although the press was camping outside the school after the news that All Might himself was teaching inspiring heroes at his alma mater, the students were prevented from being interrogated by the press due to the intervention of the faculty. Even those students who would gladly discuss the school's newest teacher were prevented from speaking and reprimanded once away from the press's watchful eyes. The day began in proper when Aizawa entering their classroom without his now trademark yellow sleeping bag. The class exchanged confused looks and curious whispers as their homeroom teacher walked to his rarely used podium at the front of the classroom.

"The principle has gotten on my case about something I've forgotten about. As such, we need to select the student council members from Class 1-A. He's also decided to expand the positions for all classes from the traditional two to five. Something about a trip to the top schools in the United States. The absence of your class from the first meeting was noted and the other first year heroic class wasn't allowed to introduce themselves." He shrugged after his last commented and finished with, "We'll start with the class president."

Immediately students began to declare why they should be class president, trying to talk over and one up each other. Izuku sat back, watching Aizawa's growing frustration with the boisterous class. He was tempted to say something when Tenya raised his hand and the class fell quiet, startled by the movement. "Leading many is a task of tremendous responsibility! Ambition doesn't equal ability and this is a role that requires the best of us to perform. It is vital that we trust whomever we select to be our class president. Thus, I propose we hold an election to select our class president!"

"I like your idea, Iida," Asui said. "Unfortunately, we've only known each other for a week. That's barely enough time to build up trust, kero."

"Yeah, and everyone'll just vote for themselves," Kirishima added.

"And if someone gets more than one, would you consider them to be the best candidate?" Tenya asked Kirishima. He nodded and the boy with glasses continued. "Thus whomever gets the most votes will be best suited." He turned to Aizawa, who watched the class with tired apathy. "Will you allow this, sensei?"

Aizawa nodded. "Just make it quick."

The class proceeded to tear off small pieces of paper and write down the name of whomever they thought should be class president. Izuku handed his to Tenya as he walked around the class, gathering votes, with only a hint of nervousness. I don't know if anyone else will vote for me, but I hope so. If I'm going to achieve my goals, becoming class president will greatly help me make them a reality.

The class was quiet as Tenya worked through each slip, writing names whenever they first appeared and adding marks to their right to count multiples. Soon enough, one name acquired twice as many votes as anyone else: Midoriya Izuku. The students near him patted him on the back. A few stared at him, jealous of his victory, but didn't protest.

Katsuki said, low for just those, but especially Izuku, near him, "How the hell did Deku get so many votes?"

"Probably because of how strong he is," Kirishima said. "He took you down, so he's definitely skilled too and we all remember the HRLT."

As Katsuki continued to fume, Izuku went to the front of the room, joined by Momo, the only other student to achieve more than one vote. He noticed how Tenya, who had proposed the election, looked disappointed and that he had been one seven students to not receive a vote. Even if it was his idea, I don't know why Tenya would assume he'd get a vote. Perhaps he thought that the class would select him because of his idea. I can't blame him, for it was a smart idea. I'll have to listen to the other positions and see if one will be a good match for him.

"Well, your president is Midoriya and vice president is Yaoyorozu," Aizawa said. "If either of you want to say something, go ahead. Just know it'll cut into both your class time. Oh, and give me the names for the other positions before school ends. The president will want to see who you've selected."

"There's no need for a speech," Izuku said with an abashed grin. "We're all here to be heroes, not to polish our egos. Although I am flattered so many supported me." It seemed to be the right thing to say as most of the class nodded or smiled at his words. Yaoyorozu verbally agreed, and they sat down.

The morning went by with little of note, beyond Present Mic's standard eccentric nature during English. Math had, unlike in previous years, used scenarios related to their future work as heroes instead of weird scenarios involving seventeen bananas or three thousand cans of Bepsi. As with every day, they went to lunch in the massive cafeteria where the Cook Hero Lunch-Rush provided whatever culinary delight students could ponder. As one of the few places where the different courses and years interacted, it had been required to be large enough for half of U.A.'s 1,500 students to sit, eat, and talk in comfort. Izuku had found time to watch older students and those from other courses during the past days, but he had different expectations during lunch today.

He sat at a table meant for six students, yet eight students ended up crowded around it. At the ends were Momo and Tenya, two of the smartest students in their class. Although he had initially wanted both Katsuki and Kirishima to sit with them, they had gone off to sit with Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido at a nearby circular table. It's nice to see Kacchan and Kirishima getting along so well. Kirishima's a good friend and we all know Kacchan needs someone who can hold his ground against him without being a serious threat. The other three are goofy enough and with a nice range of quirks that nobody will become the focus of his ire. Plus, I haven't heard him threaten to kill someone in several months.

Instead, Todoroki, Asui, Fumikage, Ojiro, and Ochako crowed around the table, grabbing a couple unused chairs so they could all fit. The rest of their class occupied the three nearest tables, where Jirou, Shouji, and Sero all sat in the nearest seats.

"Before we were dismissed to lunch, Aizawa-sensei provided me the positions for the other class officers," Izuku said in a lull in the conversation. "The three positions needing to be filled are class secretary, representative, and a captain for the Sports Festival in April. Apparently they're to be the face of our class in all promotional materials."

"Do you want only our advice on who to select for those roles, or are you just looking to build consensus around your choices?" Tenya asked, lowering his chopsticks. Izuku nodded, holding out a single finger as he swallowed, and the bespectacled boy rubbed his chin. "Each one has its challenges and requirements. I would suggest asking for volunteers first. While they may not be who you would want personality wise, they would have the best skill set to be successful and that is what's most important for your selection."

"Make Bakugou the Sports Festival captain," Todoroki said, in between slurps of soba noodles. Izuku wasn't sure he had ever heard so many words come out of the hybrid quirk user's mouth at once. He had noticed how Todoroki reacted when someone mentioned his father, Endeavor, and immediately dropped any thoughts about discussing the boy's famous father. "While I would be the logical choice given who my father is, I don't want the attention and pressure that comes with being a poster boy. With me out of the way, he'll jump at the opportunity, especially since he did have the highest score from the Entrance Exam." He paused; spinning noodles around his chopsticks, and added, "Though, he may reject the position if you offer it to him in private."

"I take it you don't support Iida's suggestion, correct?" Momo asked.

"Do you?" Ochako asked. Izuku fought a smile. With everything that happened in the practical exam, it was nice to see Tenya and Ochako become friends and that led to them becoming some of his closer friends among the students in their class. Plus, Izuku would bet that Momo would have the highest scores once midterm exams came around in May. He had met with All Might the evening after Battle Training and they had talked about his class. His mentor was proud of the effort put in by every student and made sure to find extra to comment on, but had dedicated a good fifteen minutes to praise her abilities, especially, "Yaoyorozu's phenomenal capacity for analysis and deduction." Even after he reverted to his lanky form, Toshinori once again praised her mental abilities and confessed he thought she was the smartest student in his class.

"There is merit to it," Momo admitted. "However, I believe it would be best for Midoriya and I to select them instead of asking for volunteers. You only need to consider how our class selected where to sit for lunch today." They all glanced at the three nearest tables around those in position to listen and relay their conversation. Shouji and Jirou both had quirks suited for gathering information via eavesdropping, and Sero was the calmest and quietest of the five sitting at Katsuki's table. "Nobody will admit it, but once Midoriya selected this table for those closest to him to discuss officer selection, the others all fell into spots that would provide them the best access to his conversation."

Before Izuku could comment on Momo's statement, a squelching screech pierced the noisy cafeteria. It repeated, a horrible UURRRREEEEEEEEEE, as the older students jumped to their feet. The alarm dimmed, manually lowered, as a vaguely feminine, robotic voice announced, "SECURITY LEVEL THREE HAS BEEN BROKEN. ALL STUDENTS, PLEASE EVACUATE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. REPEAT. ALL STUDENTS, PLEASE EVACUATE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION. SECURITY LEVEL THREE HAS BEEN BROKEN."

Izuku saw Kaminari catch an upperclassman's attention and ask, "What's security level three?"

"It means someone infiltrated the building," the upperclassman said, nervous. "I've never heard it in my three years here. All of the security information is in the student handbook, fortunately."

The cafeteria devolved into chaotic struggle as students of various ages and quirks pushed and shoved, jolted and slammed into each other as they tried to press into the main paths out of the cafeteria. Izuku grunted as he was squashed between three of his fellow classmates. He tried his best to remain close to his entire class, but the shifting nature of the crowd divided them from the four groups they had been. Nearby were Tenya and Ochako, both close to a window.

"What do you see outside?" Izuku shouted. Tenya rotated his neck in a painful looking manner and pressed his face against the thick glass panels. He grunted, shoved close to the window as the crowd shifted again.

"The…the press? How did they get on campus?" Even with the shouting, Izuku picked up every word. He frowned and scanned the crowd, making sure to move with it. Kaminari and Kirishima were attempting to calm people down and slow the onrush, but their efforts were fruitless as the older students ignored them. We have to get their attention somehow! There's no need to panic!

And then an idea struck him. Izuku grinned and turned back to Tenya. "Get Ochako's attention and then get airborne!" The crowd pushed and swept him away as he shouted the last of his instructions. "Find a way to get everyone's attention!" With that, he followed the crowd and left the two behind. Although he tried to reach out to others and calm them down, it was the sight of Tenya soaring above their heads and slamming into the far wall that got everyone's attention.

"EVERYONE! Everything is fine!" he shouted over the din. Izuku smiled as Tenya continued. "It's just the press! There's no reason to panic. Everything is fine!"

That afternoon, once the press had been evicted from the campus and the hole in the security sealed, Izuku and Momo stood before their class once more. They glanced at each other and nodded. Izuku started, saying, "With everything that happened at lunch, we were still able to select candidates for the remaining student officer positions. For secretary, I asked Aizawa-sensei for copies of everyone's handwriting. While simplistic, we agreed that having clear and legible handwriting would be most important at the present. As such, we're offering the position to Ashido Mina. Will you accept it?" The pink girl grinned, bright and wide, and nodded. "Next is student representative. They'll be required to attend all student council meetings, and between calming the panic from the alarm and his initiative to select a class president through an election, we are offering the position to Iida Tenya to be our face amongst our peers." The bespectacled boy stood and bowed, thanking them. "And last is captain for the Sports Festival. Yaoyorozu and I discussed this at length…"

"And after Todoroki expressly asked to be skipped over, we decided Bakugou Katsuki would be the best choice for captain. He has his own style of…motivation, and will make for…interesting promotional material."

Katsuki glared at the two for a long moment. He then clicked his teeth and looked away. "Fine. Just don't get in my fucking way at the Sports Festival. It would look bad if I don't win."

"Now that that's done," Aizawa said, ignoring the grumblings directed at Katsuki, "You five are to report to the main auditorium once class has finished. Class 1-B will finally get to present their officers today and I don't want Blood King getting on my case about his students being better than mine."

The main auditorium had changed little since the Entrance Exam weeks ago. Izuku stood with the rest of Class 1-A's officers on the stage. Class 1-B had arrived a few minutes before them and occupied the left side of the stage. The student council president stood centered on the stage and as close to the rear as possible. Izuku introduced his classmates to the gathered audience of other first years, second years, and third years. Although he had been nervous, Katsuki's comment about taking his position as class president was enough for Izuku to tighten down on the nerves that threatened to ruin his short speech.

And then Class 1-B began. The girl with a strawberry blonde ponytail stepped forward and bowed to the audience. "I am Kendou Itsuka, president of Class 1-B. Our vice president is Kodai Yui. Our secretary is Shiozaki Ibara. Our representative is Monoma Neito. Our captain for the Sports Festival is Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu. Thank you for your time and I look forward to working with all of you." She bowed once more and stepped back into line. Izuku took a moment to consider Class 1-B's other officers. Kodai appears to be quiet, perhaps even sky. She may even be close with Kendou. Shiozaki…I'm not sure. Those vines on her head suggest a powerful quirk similar to Kamui Woods. Monoma has to be more pompous than Aoyama, and I can't get a good read on Tetsutetsu right now.

"Thank you all for being here," a tall blond third year said. "We look forward to seeing you all grow into the heroes of tomorrow." With a smile, he added, "Plus Ultra!"

The ten first years on stage repeated the last two words and were dismissed with the other students. The last thing Izuku saw of Class 1-B's officers was their president. She gave him a soft smile as she passed from view.