Mifune Akitoshi- Skinny, red headed boy, anxious and quiet, quirk is psychic but very weak

Nakadai Kenshin- Square faced boy with shaved head, aloof and arrogant, quirk is lie detection

Kamoto Akihide- Tall with hair in a pompadour, annoying and a jerk, quirk is ability to remember everything he's read

Izuku had spent a little too long on his run this morning and ended up missing the early train so he was running behind schedule as he comes upon Yuuei. He grits his teeth and struggles to pick up his pace despite the ache in his muscles. He knows he's been overdoing it but this has been a stressful couple of days and his workouts are the only thing that seems to calm him down these days. Izuku hopes that today, at least, will be calmer than the last two.

"What do you think of having All Might as a teacher?" Izuku squeaks as a microphone is shoved into his face. He looks around anxiously to see a sea of reporters surrounding the school. "Is he as good a teacher as he is a hero?" The lady reporter asks again and pushes the microphone a little closer. Izuku backs up a few paces and bumps into a man who puts another microphone in his face.

"Is All Might as handsome in real life as he is on TV?"

"What does he do in his spare time when he's not teaching?"

"Hey kid, haven't I seen you somewhere before?"

"I'm uh," Izuku begins shakily. "I'm a G-general Education student, I h-haven't met A-All Might." The cameras and microphones withdraw so quickly, Izuku might as well have said he had leprosy. Another student, Izuku thinks he recognizes them from one of the hero courses, comes up and grabs the reporters' attention. That gives Izuku enough time to hurriedly slip through the gates and into the relative safety of the school.

He lets out a deep breath, a little thankful no one asked why he was entering via the gate near the hero classrooms but the farthest from his own. It wasn't wrong that he liked to pretend for a few seconds that he was training to be a professional hero, was it? He squeaks as the warning bell rang and he remembers that he was still running late. Despite his desperate sprinting, he's still halfway down the hall when he hears the final bell ring. He stumbles into class a few seconds later.

"I'm sorry I'm late Chiura-sensei! It won't happen again, I promise," Izuku huffs as he makes his way over to his seat. Sensei raises an eyebrow at his entrance.

"You're excused this time Midoriya as those vultures lurking outside the school have made quite a few students late this morning." Sensei says before taking a moment to clear his throat.

"Well that's neither here nor there, now that everyone's here, I have an important announcement. Now that we're properly settled, it's time to pick class representatives. We will be casting votes, the person with the most votes will be the class representative and the second most will be the assistant representative." A flurry of whispers strike up in the class as friends begin to talk who they should vote for. The sound of papers slamming on Sensei's desk has everyone quiet again. Chiura-sensei fixes them with his golden eyed gaze before continuing.

"I understand that two days is not a lot time to get to know your classmates well enough to base an opinion. Therefore, I'm allowing everyone who wishes to compete for the positions to give a short presentation, two minutes or less, on why you should vote for them. You have the rest of homeroom and the rest of your day to put something together. Tomorrow, you will be presenting and voting. Please let me know before the end of homeroom if you're going to run for the position. That is all."

"Oh man, class representative is quite a big deal," Motome says, turning around in her seat. "It's a great to have on your resume plus it gives you a great chance to get leadership experience. Are you guys thinking of running?"

"Nah, that's a little more responsibility than I think I can handle," Patrick says, rubbing his neck. "But I think you'd be a great rep, Motome. What about you, Midoriya? I'm sure you're planning on running. Nice entrance by the way," Patrick says, turning to Izuku who jolts a little bit at the statement. Him? Class representative, the idea would have been laughable just a year ago but now...

"I don't know, I'm sure there's much more capable people in here than me."

"That's no way to talk," Korudo says with a wave of his hand, "I think you'd do a great job. You're observant, compassionate and smart as hell. You have just as much a chance as I do."

"Oh, are you running Korudo?" Taketsu asks.

"You bet," Kourdo grins, "Mostly because my parents expect it of me, but I still think I could do some good."

"Well that makes me three," Taketsu adds with a shy smile. "I was class representative my first year in middle school, it was a lot of work but I enjoyed being involved. I think I could probably do it again here."

"We should all plan our presentations during lunch," Izuku suggests. "I'd even be willing to stay after school to work on it. If we collaborate, we can make our presentations as professional as possible."

"I don't know, aren't we all competing against each other? Should we really be working together? Only one of us can get the position, survival of the fittest and all." Korudo says with a frown only to yelp when Motome throws a balled up piece of paper at his head.

"Don't twist Darwin to suit your own purposes, nothing of meaning is obtained by working in a vacuum. Besides, all we're doing to compiling our thoughts and thinking how to best present ourselves; it's the class who gets to decide if we're get the position or not." While Korudo grumbles and rubs at his head, the rest of them continue to talk.

"As class representative, I will abolish the restrictive uniform, give tired students the opportunity to nap on campus and ensure that all people are allowed to skate within the halls," Patrick announces before holding up two peace signs. "Four more years!" He adds with an exaggerated grin. Taketsu gives him an annoyed look before pointedly turning away from him and back to Izuku.

"What plans do you have, Midoriya? How would you shape 1-C if you had the opportunity?"

"Aw come on Taketsu, you know I was just messing around, don't give me the cold shoulder." Patrick whines from behind them.

"I don't know really," Izuku says thoughtfully. "Maybe, I'd work on making the General Education students feel empowered and not just like hero rejects. Everyone always focuses on the heroes and I would want people to know that its okay to not have a combat quirk or to even be quirkless. Plus I'd like to help those people achieve their goals even if it is Heroics with a non-traditional quirk."

"Isn't that a little self-serving considering you're also shooting for Heroics?" Korudo asks dryly. "Speaking of which, are the kids who want to transfer able to even compete? It'd be pretty bad if you got elected only to change classes."

Izuku couldn't respond to that very true notion when the bell rings, signaling the end of homeroom and the start of first period. He finds he can't pay attention to what was happening in class because he was too busy thinking about the upcoming election for class representative and if he was going to run.

Korudo did have a point, it would be difficult for Izuku to try and keep up his training schedule if he was elected class representative. He'd never bothered to run for a position before, mostly because he knew that no one would vote for him but things were different now. He bites his lip and turns his eyes down towards his empty notebook.

That's the catch isn't it? Sure it would be difficult to manage and who knows if he'd actually do anything good but he'd never had the opportunity before to see if he could do it. All his life it had been useless this and good for nothing that. No matter how pragmatic he was, he still wanted the opportunity to try at the very least. Besides, wasn't leadership an aspect of hero work?

He could look at it as additional mental training and a way to demonstrate his abilities. Mind made up, Izuku begins scribbling thoughts in his notebook, ignoring whatever the teacher was putting up on the board. He could always get the notes from one of the others later but he only has one day to put together a presentation that would convince his classmates that the quirkless kid could represent their class.

XxX

"Congratulations on getting voted class rep, Iida!" Uraraka says brightly as she walks over her friend's desk.

"Why thank you, Uraraka," Iida beams briefly before clearing his throat and taking on a more professional appearance. "I appreciate your congratulations, I can only hope that I am able to live up to the expectations my classmates have put upon me. This is an important job and good training for my future career, I promise to do my best to guide the class." Iida emphasizes, gesturing wildly with his hands.

"Watch it you four-eyed shit," Bakugou says, veering off to the side to avoid Iida's gesticulations. "Your hand comes near me again; I'll make you fucking eat it."

"Believe me, it was an accident," Iida responds icily even though Bakugou has already walked out of the classroom with an angry set to his shoulders.

"Sometimes I wonder if Bakugou really wants to be a hero," Asui, please, call her Tsuyu, croaks from behind Uraraka. "I think what he really wants is the license to cause public destruction."

"Yeah, he gives me the creeps," Uraraka says with a shiver. "I thought for sure he was going to kill me in the battle trial yesterday. Even All Might didn't know what to do when he brought down that building."

"Well he needs to get his act together fast," Jirou says, leaning away from Yaoyorozu to comment. "I overheard Aizawa-sensei say that our class either needs to lose or gain a student in order to have an even number. Transfers into Heroics are pretty rare so Bakugou's position seems tenuous, though personally I'd choose to boot Mineta over him."

"Oh my," Yaoyorozu sighs, covering her mouth. "Given how he acted in the battle trial, I don't want to know what Bakugou would do if Aizawa-sensei tried to expel him. He looked like he was going to get violent with the reporters when I was coming in today."

"I hate to agree with Bakugou but I also was quite upset to see those miscreants hanging around this morning." Iida frowns, "I'm sure they must be breaking some zoning law by congregating there and obstructing entrances."

"They're probably gone by now," Tsuyu shrugs, as she picks up her bag. "It's not like they'll get their story hanging around the closed gates all day. Come on, let's get to lunch."

"Yes!" Iida shouts, chopping his hand through the air as he stands up. "Let us cease talking about unpleasant things such as Bakugou or reporters. Instead, let us focus on the positive aspects of our learning experience here at Yuuei, such as the chance to get to know all of you."

"Aw Iida," Uraraka blushes and gives her friend a gentle punch on the shoulder. "You must get so tired hanging out with us girls all the time. Why don't you try talking to some of the other boys?"

"I have tried, Kirishima is a good upstanding student but he mostly spends his time with Ashido, Sero and Kaminari. I tried to strike up a conversation on the first day with Todoroki but he made it clear he was not interested." Iida pushes up his glasses thoughtfully, "I'm afraid I haven't had much of a chance to get to know the others as our teachers have kept us quite busy."

"Don't worry Iida, it's still pretty early in the semester," Tsuyu adds as they walk down the hallway. "And who knows? Maybe instead of an expulsion, we'll get a new student added to our class."

"That'd be interesting, I wonder what that would be like!" Uraraka says. Crossing the hallway behind them is Izuku and his group of friends in class 1-C. They're talking animatedly as they make their way to their lockers to grab some supplies to work on during lunch. Neither group notices each other and they continue going their separate ways.

XxX

"Alright, who wants to practice their presentation? This is a friendly environment, no judgements," Motome commands, clearly in her element. Kaneki is at their table today, flipping through some notecards and her deer ears twitching with obvious nervousness. Taketsu looks anxious too, clenching and unclenching her fists as she rehearses lines in her head. Izuku looks longing at Korudo, wanting to see what the other boy had to say before he went.

"I guess it's up to me then," Korudo announces with a dramatic sigh. "My name is Korudo Dan and I'm a General Education student just like you but I have a vision for this class. I see a class that can compete against the hero class, that can show those arrogant kids with their flashy quirks that we are just as talented and capable as they are. I vow-"

"Stop," Motome says holding up her arms in an X shape. "Make it more about improving our class and less about your petty feud with the hero kids." Korudo huffs as a few of them giggle quietly but he dutifully goes back over his notes. "Akane, you're sensible, can you please show Korudo how it's done?"

"O-Oh, me?" Taketsu squeaks. "Well I'm still working on it but uh, I was thinking about-" Whatever Taketsu had to say was cut off by the sound of a loud siren piercing the cafeteria. Izuku jolts in his seat and looks around to see what was causing the noise.

'Security Level Three has been breached, students please evacuate promptly.' Echoes through the cafeteria and out into the halls. Immediately, everyone is on their feet and running towards the narrow cafeteria door.

"Security Level Three, I read about that in the student manual. That means unauthorized personnel have gotten into the school," Motome says, jumping up and grabbing Kaneki's hand. "We've got to get out of here."

"We can't all fit through doors not to mention the hallway is too small to hold us all," Izuku shouts in an attempt to be heard above the din even as Patrick manhandles him and begins dragging him along with the others.

"Worry about that later," Patrick responds even as someone bumps into him and he looses his grip on Izuku. Suddenly, he was all alone in a swarm of people. Izuku tries to keep himself upright lest he get lost in the stampede. He wasn't very tall so he has a hard time seeing through the crowd. Even Patrick, who was almost 2 meters tall and could light up like a glowstick, was hard to spot in the chaos.

Izuku grunts as he's shoved up roughly against the side, his cheek pressed uncomfortably into the wall. There was too many people shouting and it's nearly impossible to distinguish one voice from another. The only thing they could do was make it through this mess safely and reconvene outside, provided they weren't under attack by villains or something.

Izuku is distracted from his thoughts by the sudden appearance of a boy floating up into the air. He starts spinning dramatically, in an incredibly dizzying way. Izuku blinks, what kind of quirk did that kid have? Whatever it was, the boy angles himself so he was perched above the doorway where people were still panicking and trying to get through.

"Everyone calm down!" The boy shouts from his ridiculous position, "it's okay!" The crowd of students quiets down as if a flip had been switched and soon everyone was looking at the student above the doorway. "It's just the press! There's nothing to panic about! You're at Yuuei, conduct yourself in a manner befitting the highest academia!" Izuku takes a deep breath as some of the pressure keeping him pushed up against the wall lets up which gives him more room to move.

The noise was just as loud as before but people were moving in a much calmer, more orderly fashion. Izuku cranes his neck up to catch a glimpse of the boy who'd saved the day but the angle was too awkward. Izuku really wants to thank him; he was probably one of the hero kids. No one else could have done something like that. And just like that, he was outside on the back lawn. He sees Chiura-sensei off to one side, counting students.

"Ah there you are Midoriya, get in line," was all his teacher had to say before Izuku was forcibly pulled into a huddle of people.

"Dude! I'm so sorry I lost you! I tried to grab you again but the crowd had eaten you up!" Patrick bemoaned, still glowing slightly, while the rest of his class are speaking in loud, panicked tones. Izuku brushes off the well-meaning hands and pokes his head outside of the group.

There was the flash of police cars outside of the gates and some teachers and officers escorting what looks to be reporters off campus. His eyes narrow, Yuuei's security was legendary. No one got past the gates without a pass, so how did such a large group of reporters manage to sneak in?

"Weird huh?" Korudo says, startling Izuku a bit by coming up from behind with a thoughtful look on his face. "It looks like the Yuuei barrier was broken down, seems a bit much for some hack reporters."

"Yeah," Izuku nods, still deep in thought. "Are you okay? I lost track of you early on," he asks.

"It'll take a lot more than some shoving to keep me down," Korudo says with a thumbs up. "I was more worried about you, Patrick was freaking out when he lost you. Good thing that hero kid calmed everyone down or you'd have been trampled for sure."

"You know, quirkless doesn't mean helpless," Izuku spits out before he could think about it.

"Hey, lay off, we're just concerned for you is all. Don't need to act like a jerk. Come on, I think Sensei is dragging us back in. Hopefully they'll let us have a bit more time for lunch." Izuku opens his mouth to retort his friend's complete disregard for his feelings before shutting it again. Today was already crazy enough, getting into fights he couldn't win wouldn't make things better.

They did end up getting to finish their lunches but since the cafeteria was still a mess, they were allowed to sit in their classrooms. Izuku quietly eats his Katsudon while the others talk around him. He has too much on his mind to be engaging with his friends right now: the class elections not to mention wondering how the press managed to circumnavigate Yuuei's security. He's also still thinking about how quick and amazing that hero boy was and if Izuku would ever be on his level, especially if Korudo and Patrick still treated Izuku like he was someone in need of protection.

Izuku looks around his classroom where people are chatting with excitement. Patrick is leaning back in his chair trying to talk to Taketsu while she's bent over her desk, ignoring her food to write like the she was possessed. Korudo is standing over by Motome, arguing with her about something or another with Kyoshi trying to mediate.

Izuku wonders if he has what it takes to make a good representative, to be a good hero. He thinks again of that boy who spun through the air and had been able to calm people with just a few short sentences. He had a long way to go before he was that good, but he would get there. Izuku would keep chasing that dream until it was his, even if that meant making sacrifices along the way.

XxX

"Alright class," Chiura-sensei begins in his usual droll way the next morning. "I trust with all the excitement yesterday you didn't forget to prepare your presentations for class representative. We'll be starting now. Please keep quiet while your classmates are speaking." He looks down at his list. "We'll be going in class order, Motome Ako, you're up first."

"Me?" She asks, surprised, "but Midoriya is ahead of me." She says, turning around where Izuku just shrugged.

"I dropped out, sorry I didn't mention it yesterday. I need to prioritize my time based on my goals and so I can't give the position the time and effort it deserves."

"A sentiment I can respect, now, Motome?" Sensei nods.

Motome ends up a longwinded speech about all the policy changes she would make as class representative and how she would work to decrease crime with a complicated reward-punishment system. Chiura-sensei cuts her off before she could finish.

Nakadai delivers his short speech with a piercing gaze as spoke of how he would uphold the principals of Yuuei with honor and use his lie-detecting quirk to find the best solution to any problems that arose. Kamoto makes a fool of himself by explaining that he would use his position to make life as easy as possible for the class, a couple of his friends laugh at that but Sensei's fierce glare quiets them instantly.

Kaneki looks like she was going to be sick with nerves and bows out before she could even get out of her seat. Korudo's presentation was a slightly modified version of his cafeteria spiel, focusing instead on working to build up the General Education's reputation and morale to compete against the heroes. Taketsu was last, she plays with her fingers anxiously as she makes her way to the front of the class.

"We are a school divided," she begins uneasily. "General, Business, Support and Heroics. Yesterday's incident showed us that when the slightest bit of uncertainty is added, we fall apart. I propose, if elected as class representative, that I will work to repair the divisions between us. We are all Yuuei students, each of us smart and accomplished in our own ways. I say we stop comparing ourselves to other classes and start working with them. Drawing strength from Heroics, innovation from Support and management from Business. In my vision, we work together as one school to achieve our highest potential and through our unity, truly go beyond." She gives a quick little bow before shuffling back to her seat, head high and shoulders back but her face is beet red.

"Good work everyone," Chiura-sensei says with a dark glare at Kamoto. "Everyone, take out a piece of paper and write the person you believe is most qualified. Again, the most votes will be class representative and the second will be assistant representative. Be sure to vote based on merit; you'll be stuck with these representatives all year so choose well." Izuku couldn't help but smile, for him, the answer couldn't be more obvious.

Kamoto received zero, Korudo got one, Motome had four, Nakadai got seven and Taketsu took in six. She looks wide-eyed at the board as the results are written out, Patrick jostles her shoulder with excitement before she stands up and walks to the front of the class.

"Alright, Nakadai Kenshin is your class representative and Taketsu Akane is your assistant representative. You both did excellent jobs, I expect good work from the two of you." Sensei nods, indicating for them to return to their seats. "Now we still have a few minutes left in homeroom, I want to go over some safety features of the school. Taketsu was right that our response yesterday was shameful and next time, it might not be a couple of reporters."

XxX

"Congratulations girl!" Patrick grins, pulling Taketsu in for a big hug as they crowded in the hallway after morning classes. "I thought you were amazing! You'll be a great assistant rep! That's why I voted for you!"

"What!" Korudo says, placing his hands on his hips. "You voted for her and not me? Is it because she's a girl?"

"No, it was because Akane gave a stirring speech about fostering an environment of collaboration where you were still trying to turn this into some kind of competition with the hero courses." Motome says, giving Korudo a dry look. "I hate to lose but if I had to lose, I'm glad it was to someone as pretty as you. Good job, let me know if I can help with anything." She continues with a friendly wave as she walked off.

"I guess it was a pretty good speech," Korudo grumbles. "Nice work Taketsu, I think you'll be a good fit. But better watch out next year, I'll get you for sure."

"Learn how to appeal to your audience instead of your ego, temperature boy," Patrick says with a grin, walking away with Izuku and Taketsu while Korudo steams in the background. "And I say we celebrate! How about we all go out for ice cream after school today? My treat for our new assistant rep!"

"Ah I can't," Izuku says rubbing his neck, "I have training with my master this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow though? Or over the weekend sometime?"

"You work too hard, Midoriya, I admire your dedication to being awesome but you gotta take it easy sometimes. Seriously though, we have got to get together soon and just hang out. I don't know about you guys but this week has stressed me out it's only Thursday." Patrick continues, jabbering on about nothing and everything.

It was nice, Izuku smiles, this new normal of his.

"Hey, did you guys hear?" A quiet says off to the side, it was Mifune, the redheaded anxiety prone psychic in their class. He doesn't look at them, instead continuing to play with his phone. His eyes dart up briefly before returning to the screen. "All Might was spotted in the hallways by hero gym. Despite the fact that he's supposed to be teaching here; no one has really seen him but apparently he's out right now."

"Ihavetogotothebathroom!" Izuku shouts in a rush, stepping away from his friends. "I uh mean I have to use the restroom. Right now. Immediately. You guys go on ahead, I'll catch up to you in the cafeteria." Izuku clarifies, not stopping to listen to what they would say to his admittedly lame excuse. It would be worth it for his friends to think he was some kind of weirdo if he managed to meet All Might in person. He's been searching for days now and not even come close to finding the Number One.

His heart pounding in his chest has nothing to do with the sprinting he was doing. He has so many questions to ask All Might about his quirk and his philosophy on heroism. But most importantly, Izuku wants to know if it's possible for a quirkless nobody like him to be a hero.

He skips around the corner, slowing to a calm, deliberate pace. Alright, he made it to the hero gym so where was All Might? Izuku walks up and down the hallway, trying to appear nonchalant despite his agitation. No, he was so close to meeting the Number One, he can't have missed him. Another couple of loops, even a few forays down adjacent hallways and all he's found is disappointment. At least the halls are empty due to everyone being in lunch so no one has to see his utter humiliation.

Izuku checks his watch and finds he's already missed the first 15 minutes of lunch. Even if he hustles back, he'll only have a small amount of time to eat before afternoon classes begin. He weighs the option of skipping lunch, both to keep looking for All Might and also to avoid the questions he knows his friends are going to ask but decides against it. There's no way he can endure Rikimaru-shishou's training on an empty stomach. Besides all that, this was supposed to be Taketsu's moment to shine and he totally blew her off to chase someone who might as well be a fantasy.

In the end, what happened was his own fault.

Izuku's head is so full of too many different things; he isn't really thinking as he rushes down the hall. He's too focused on how to explain his odd behavior to his friends and how to make it up to Taketsu without seeming weird. He wants to explain why she earned his vote without upsetting Korudo not to mention wondering why All Might is so hard to find.

It's all these things that are flowing through his head that lets him casually walk into the cafeteria like nothing can hurt him. He forgets why he usually likes to come into the cafeteria when it's full and busy and easy to hide in the crowd. He forgets, just for a moment, that the hero students eat lunch at the same time as everyone else.

"Deku!"

A day early but the chapter was done and I'll be busy tomorrow anyway. So class elections and our first, but not last, look at 1-A. I cannot express how much everyone's reviews have meant to me, how considerate they are that bring up really great points. I'm so glad people are enjoying this AU, it means so much you have no idea.

I did some quick character sketches of the main OCs if anyone is interested. Since FF doesn't allow site links, you can check it out on my tumblr (redrobin-detective) and then in the search type 'bnha ocs'