"Listen up!" Aizawa shouted, getting the attention of his class in an instant. It was the day after the encounter between Bakugo and Izuku, tension still present in the air as they sat right beside each other.
"I watched the recordings of everyone's combat training, going over the results. I have a few things to say: first, Bakugo-"
"You're talented, don't make mistakes over your petty attitude and feelings. Don't sulk like a child when you lose, or else that Primeape of yours will be released next."
"Yea, whatever," The fighter sighed, his spirit still recovering. Thyplosion pat his back as he noticed the distress in its Trainer's heart.
"On top of that, you're behavior is unacceptable. You will have lunch and after school detention with me. It will consist of rigorous training and extra homework. Meet me here at the respective times, is that clear?" Aizawa sounded exactly like a scolding teacher, someone who was used to punishment like this.
"Yea…" To everyone else, the punishment seemed excruciatingly painful, like torture, especially with Aizawa. But to Bakugo, it was just a task for improvement. A smile streaked across his face, ready to face the punishment to surpass his former self!
He would use this punishment to push his startline!
"Izuku!" Aizawa continued with his criticism. "You hadn't used your Quirk for the entire match. You're inhibiting yourself simply because of your pitiful excuse of control. Work on it, pronto."
"Right.." Izuku looked down and responded quickly as he always would when an adult figure spoke to him. Heracross looked at him with a strange look.
"You did great as a Trainer though, I'll give you that much. I just need to see more of that Hero-work side."
"Uraraka, you need to focus. No daydreaming or acting like a child, got it? I have no room for that in my class."
"Kirishima and Sero, you need to be more prepared for when things start getting intense. You didn't expect Tsuyu's and Tokoyami's sudden attacks or the tricks up their sleeves. A fight is more than just surface level."
"Kaminari, don't act like an idiot and charge headfirst."
With the class's spirit destroyed, Aizawa continued with his teachings. "Let's get down to business, your next task will decide your future."
The air in the classroom got cold in an instant, an Ominous Wind breezing through with a sudden attack. The hearts of the students skipped a beat as they all unanimously panicked with the thought, "another Quirk test?!"
"Pick a class representative."
The pressure was relieved as the air became warm and bubbly again at the thought of a normal school task. Although, the aura would change in an instant as every student screamed and yelled for their vote. Their selfish, exuberant yells filled the room, irritating their teacher.
"Pick me guys, I wanna be class rep!" Kirishima leaped out of his chair, his Lycanroc joining his roar.
"I'll take it!" Kaminari smirked, Pichu acting as his cheerleader of undying support.
"Yea no," Jirou interjected. "You're gonna want me instead."
"Why do you say it like that?!" Kaminari barked.
"HEY!" Bakugo screamed as if his spirit was rejuvenated from the presence of a contest. "PICK ME YOU IDIOTS, OR I'LL DESTROY YOU-"
"Bakugo, you're banned from being class rep," Aizawa shattered his dreams. "Your behavior exempts you from this, now shut up. Everyone needs to quiet down." Aizawa shouted, wrapping himself up in his yellow cocoon.
"That's right!" Iida interjected, projecting his voice like he was speaking through a megaphone to get the message across to the rest of the class. "We can't be creating a ruckus like this, especially when the class representative must be a leader! We are getting nowhere like this!"
He had the eyes of every student in the classroom. At first, they were all enticed by his voice, mesmerizing and concise. But they saw his hand.
"You're raising it the highest out of everyone, glasses!" Bakugo shouted before being hushed by Venemoth and Liepard. This punishment was starting to piss him off.
"I believe the most logical course of action is to create a democratic election, therefore indicating that the class trusts them! Does everyone agree?"
"Is this really a good idea? We barely know each other," Tsuyu placed her finger on her chin in wonder.
"Wouldn't everyone just vote for themselves?" Kaminari interjected.
"That is true, however, those who receive votes are clearly trustworthy in that circumstance," Iida turned to bow to Aizawa in his cocoon, "What do you think, sir?"
"Whatever, as long as you get it done before my nap is over."
"Thank you for your trust!" With that, the election was underway! The students curled up pieces of paper into a ballot, indicating who they were voting for. The box was passed around and surprisingly, Bakugo was allowed to vote. He couldn't vote for himself, but that was fine by him. As much as his pride wanted him to, Bakugo didn't want to vote for himself at the moment anyway.
The ballot had been passed to Izuku, still being incapable of deciding who to vote for: himself, or Iida. Izuku had always sensed a presence of safety, security, and law when he was around him. Making sure everything was strict, clear, and concise were all traits of a class rep and Iida bore all of them. Along with that, he was capable of providing difficulty for Izuku's plan during the Heroes vs Villains training exercise.
But then again, why shouldn't Izuku vote for himself? He is smart, he is a strong Trainer, and he can act as a leader. Was all of that true though? Were these genuine traits of his own that he never acknowledged? Did Izuku really deserve this at the moment?
In his eyes, no, no he didn't. Not yet.
Izuku placed the crumpled paper into the ballot and passed it along.
Once the ballot was passed around the class, the results were in! The scores were written up on the board as follows:
Tenya Iida- 3 votes
Izuku Midoriya- 3 votes
Momo Yaoyarozu- 2 votes
Yuuga Aoyama- 1 vote
Mina Ashido- 1 vote
Tsuyu Asui- 1 vote
Mashirao Ojiro- 1 vote
Denki Kaminari- 1 vote
Kouji Kouda- 1 vote
Rikidou Satou- 1 vote
Mezou Shoji- 1 vote
Hanta Sero- 1 vote
Fumikage Tokoyami- 1 vote
Tooru Hagakure- 1 vote
Minoru Mineta- 1 vote
Ochako Uraraka- 0 votes
Eijirou Kirishima- 0 votes
Kyoka Jirou- 0 votes
Shoto Todoroki- 0 votes
Katsuki Bakugo- Disqualified
"What?!" Izuku exclaimed, staring at the chalkboard with complete confusion. Was he hallucinating? There was no way this was true! Out of everyone in class 1-A, Todoroki, Momo, he outclassed them in votes? Tieing with even Iida?
He was at UA, his dream come true, and if that wasn't enough he was seen as worthy by a group of strangers! If Izuku wasn't overcome with panic and confusion, he may have started crying. Who was it that saw him as a person, let alone a leader?
"The hell?! Who voted for him?!" Bakugo sky-rocketed out of his seat, letting his quiet presence be known from Aizawa's banishment. It was hard to ignore the punished child as he always felt loud to be nearby.
"Shut up, you're making too much noise," Aizawa groaned as Liepard glared at everyone to quiet down.
"Since it's a tie between Izuku and Iida, just find some way to agree on who is who by the end of the day. A deputy and a class rep, get to it," Aizawa didn't even bother to leave his sleeping back as he mumbled his demands.
Finally, he thought, some peace and quiet.
"ATTENTION STUDENTS, IT'S LUNCHTIME!" The school bells rang across the hall with a nuisance of a vibration, yet enticing the joy of the students inhabiting the halls. Sure, they hated the noise, but they loved what it symbolized. Freedom! Even if only for an hour.
Although for Aizawa, this noise was a disruption of his pleasant slumber. The worst kind of noise to him.
Seriously?! He thought as he bit his lips and strained his eyes, attempting to finally get some sleep. The last sight he saw before closing those dark eyes of his were the students of 1-A exiting the classroom, with Iida and Izuku staring at each other.
"So, what's next?" Aizawa heard from Izuku before enveloping himself in the embrace of slumber.
"I'm not sure," Iida responded as he sat down with his lunch tray, consisting of a delectable "rich" meal by the profession pro-Hero, Lunch Rush! "I think I'll just accept my role as deputy."
"Deputy?! Iida no I can't allow that, you deserve-"
"Now hold on. You will be great, trust me," Iida put down his food and stared intently at his political rival. "Your courage and quick thinking under stress make you a great leader. Those are the reasons I voted for you at least."
"You?! You voted for me?! You would be rep already if you voted for yourself!"
"You deserve it more, Izuku."
"Maybe, but didn't you want to be rep really badly? Mostly because of the glasses right?" Uraraka kept munching upon her meal, ignoring the conversation at hand for the most part. She never gets rich meals like this before, so UA is a miracle for her every day! Someone like Uraraka appreciated all the meals and opportunities she gets like this!
"I do, but I understand I'm not suited for it. I think you understand that Uraraka, especially considering you voted for Izuku as well."
"Was it that obvious?" She giggled, consuming her bowl of rice ravenously. "Hopefully Bakugo doesn't realize!"
"Observing the Iida family Hero-agency has taught me these values of leadership, and I used those values to vote for you. I think it's clear you are more deserving."
"Hero agency?" Izuku and Uraraka noticed. It almost flew past their head with all the mumbles surrounding the cafeteria. It was a ruckus, students huddling in groups and hoarding with their cliqs, screaming and yelling different jokes and skits as all children would. Sure, they were all educated, but that doesn't mean they can't cause a ruckus in their entertainment.
Kirishima grouped up with Sero and Kaminari, eventually merging with Mina and Sadou. The group passed by a table of three: a gold-haired odd-faced muscular student, a shy, pale, quiet boy who was eclipsed by the first, and a girl with hair consisting of light blue spirals and a curious bubbly nature. They were all third years.
"So that's who you voted for? Really?"
"I thought he was super manly you know! So I went with it!"
"Gee, no wonder you had zero votes! Should've just voted for yourself" The group of first years giggled as they exited the view of the third years.
"Hey, hey! The freshies are already choosing their class rep! Wonder who it is! What do you guys think?" The spiral said, poking at the gold figure beside her, finding that her finger would phase through him.
"Stop poking me! I'm not a self-destruct button!"
"Is Nighteye making you tell jokes again, Mirio?" The dark, gloomy boy said as he ate his food quietly. He was like the shadow of the sun, unnoticeable, which is pretty ironic considering his Hero name.
"He always is! Besides, that was a good one right!"
"Of course it was! Don't you think so, Togekiss?" The wide, curious eyed girl said as she stroked the feathers of her partner Pokemon.
"Toge! Toge!" The Jubilee Pokemon let out a delayed chuckle, completely ignoring the content of the joke.
"Thanks, Hado, you always love my jokes! I have to make sure all of mine hit right where it counts! Eventually, I'll make your bubble burst with laughter, Tamaki!" Mirio smiled much like the Champion they all worshipped. His smile was eerie, in a way. Not that he was creepy, far from it, but the fact that the smile would have replaced the Champion in another timeline.
"Your jokes are funny, Mirio. You know I just don't laugh like that." Tamaki finished his meal, giving a few gems for his partner, Sableye, to eat with them. Tamaki and Sableye had a pair of earrings that seemed identical, both attached to their elf-like ears. There was a strange symbol on it, one that showed a mystical power and a rainbow coloring.
"Is it because you would end up spewing out all of your lunch? You need to have that to fight as a Hero. Good thing I'm not funny because then you would basically be Quirkless!"
Tamaki put his hand over his mouth and put his head down on the table, being cradled by the imp beside him. "Why are you like this…"
"YOU'RE INGENIUM'S BROTHER?!" Izuku echoed, nearly enacting upon the shout of One For All in his excitement. The scream silenced all the other sounds and clashing of voices that reverberated the lunchroom. Everyone was now staring at a trio of students, and the two political rivals.
"Don't be so loud!" Iida said uncomfortably, noticing all the attention.
"Sorry!" Izuku sat down, covering his mouth in a box-like motion as Uraraka continued to laugh in her bubbly nature.
"So, that's the rep and deputy?" Mirio snickered. "This outta' be good!" That snicker faded into a curious look, matching Hado, as he saw a woman with a Gallade and a punk-rock gal pass by them and dart to their classmates.
"I see you two are acting rambunctious as ever. Have you decided on a rep and deputy?" Momo intruded, her hands folded much like a secretary to a president.
"Oh...uh!" Izuku uncovered himself from his shameful pose, "No, we haven't, sorry Momo."
"Well, I voted for Iida if that means anything, so I'll argue for his sake."
"Is this UA politics or something?" Mina's group entered as well, seeing that most of 1-A had gathered around one specific table. "You need your political advertisements!"
"We don't have time for such a thing, especially when Aizawa expects us to pick them by the end of lunch," Iida sighed. "Just take it, Izuku."
"No, you take it! That's why I voted for you!"
"Wait, so if it was you and Momo, who was the last one?" Before it could be answered, Momo interrupted once again to take center stage.
"You two are so caught up in your humbleness that it's crazy," She pinched her eyes and cleared her throat. "Seizing opportunity involves being selfish to an extent, and one of you needs to take it. How are we going to be Heroes if we can't even make a decision like this."
"Well, what should they do?" Uraraka finally finished her meal.
"Maybe we should decide on a task for the two of you to compete in. Maybe a quick speech or a letter!" Momo puffed up her chest and her cheeks became rosy, her inflated idea was engulfing her with a warming sensation. Gallade reiterated that this was a great idea.
"Rock, paper, scizzors?" Uraraka suggested.
"A pose off!" Mina struck a pose that was [menacing]! Her left hand placed over the left side of her face, fingers spread to reveal her black raccoon eyes. Legs stretched apart with the tip-toes touching the ground. The pose was indeed bizarre!
"We are all missing the obvious choice, guys!" Kirishima finally stood up from his picture in the background, dropping his lunch-tray onto the ground, creating a mess for the eventual janitor to clean up.
"Don't make a mess like that!" Jirou struck him across the face, but Kirishima is used to damage in greater quantities than that, especially with his Quirk: Hardening.
"Izuku," Kirishima said, exchanging glances with the leader he would follow. "I voted for you because I saw your interactions with Bakugo during the training we all went through. You had a lot of passion, and I respect that manliness. That's why I voted for you."
That solved the last missing piece of the puzzle. Although it solved one, it created another mystery in Izuku's head. A stranger, for the most part, voted for him simply because he saw his skill, saw him as a person, despite not really knowing the man Izuku "Deku" Midoryia personally. Pure, unbiased judgment was delivered. Izuku was worthy, but why? It was another miracle of a bond that could only be revealed in UA.
I don't exactly know what you were saying, but you sounded all fired up! My name is Kirishima by the way!
"So, at least to me, I think there's only one way to settle this," Kirishima's brightened and expanded as he slammed his fist into his chest, declaring his contest.
"A Pokemon battle, of course! Whoever wins becomes the class rep!"
The rest of class 1-A began to murmur as they heard the declaration of war, wondering what would happen next.
"You think Izuku would win?"
"No, definitely Iida."
"Is that really the best way to handle this? Being a class rep is more than just being the strongest?" Momo interjected, reminding everyone of the importance of this decision.
"I'll do it," the two candidates said in unison, rising up from their seats and staring at each other in the eyes. Everyone knew what that meant without a word and 1-A began to take steps back from the two rivals.
Their energies began to collide, setting off sparks in the air. Izuku's embarrassed, humble demeanor faded and was replaced by the cold, calculating nature of an elite! Heracross stood by, prepared for battle!
Iida had the same aura, pushing his glasses up with a glare of a reflection peering out of them. Herdier and Skarmory were ready to be unleashed at full throttle, matching the speed of their trainer!
Momo simply sighed as she walked past 1-A with Jirou, turning for a moment to admit defeat and say "Guess I'll referee."
1A pursued her as she headed to the training grounds outside, with Izuku and Iida trailing behind slowly. Locked in each other's gaze, they couldn't help but smirk.
"Hey, hey! Is a brawl brewing? Hey, hey, Mirio! Let's go check it out!"
"This'll sure be interesting," The strongest of the Big Three got up and followed the freshmen. There were other higher-ups following the party as well, a spectacle of a Pokemon battle couldn't be ignored by anyone!
And so the stage was set! The air rustled through the trees and dirt that filled the battlefield, it was so open, barren, and visible, perfect for an even playing field! Iida stood across from Izuku at his respective rectangle, pointing his finger forward as Herdier lunged into battle, letting out a mighty cry, "Her!"
"You're up, Heracross!" The single-horned Pokemon took one giant leap forward into the battle, his stomp sending out waves of dust that excited the opponent. Momo stood at an even range between them with her Gallade directly beside his queen.
"Go, Deku!" Uraraka screamed as she flailed her arms about with Eevee nesting on her head and Minior spinning about wildly. They were cheering with all their might, turning that bubbly force into energy for their political candidate, Izuku "Deku" Midoryia!
Lycanroc and Kirishima joined the yelling, "Let's go, Izuku! Show him how strong you are!"
"Wipe those glasses off his face!"
"Do it!"
"You got this!" Mina struck a pose to show her support of the green spirit.
On the opposing side, Kaminari, Tokoyami, Jiro, and Shoji all showed support to their political party, Iida Tenya!
"Rough em up, Iida!"
"Don't let up! This is an easy win for you!"
"GALLADE!" The bladed Pokemon let out a roar, slicing through the air and cutting through the echoing yells of the spectators.
"Now that I have your attention," Momo coughed, holding her head up high, "This will be a one-on-one-"
"Iida can use all of his Pokemon," Izuku suddenly interrupted.
"What?!" Uraraka yelled through the crowd, the rest of her classmates joining her. "Don't you only have Heracross?! Why should he use Herdier and Skarmory? That isn't fair at all!"
Izuku's voice, posture, and designation changed. His cute, soft, Hero side faded away to show a colder, smarter, more talented Trainer that hung underneath the coat of innocence. "If I don't beat him at his best, that proves nothing."
Iida, eyes widened at the sudden exclamation, nods at his opponent's declaration. "I see, Izuku. You truly are amazing. I accept the change in rules!"
"Izuku may be manly, but isn't this a bit much?! You will lose!"
"Then I'll lose at Iida's best," Izuku said with a gritty smile. The child at the lunch table was no longer here.
"It will be a one-on-two then! Both sides may continue fighting until one is completely unable to battle. The victor will be declared class rep and the loser will be class deputy! Agreed?" Momo raised her hands as she prepared for the two candidates to blurt out, "I accept!"
And as predicted, they did, so Momo swung her arms down in a swift motion with the words "begin!" flying through the air to fill the skies with a scent of excitement!
"Herdier! Take Down!" The loyal dog Pokemon followed the command, being engulfed in white energy that trailed the mutt as it charged towards the beetle, ready to let off an intense blow.
"Dodge it, Heracross!" But there was something wrong, Heracross couldn't move for a moment. Looking into Herdier's eyes as it charged, they were sharp and fierce like some primeval beast that had gone long extent, an apex predator of sorts. It sent a feeling of dread and fear down the single-horn Pokemon's exoskeleton. Heracross had been caught by Intimidate, lowering its attack stat!
The fear prevented Heracross from moving, making it a prime target for the Take Down. Herdier struck its opponent right in the chest, sending it back a few feet, but the beetle was generally unharmed. Herdier had sustained some damage from the attack, as seen with how it flinched for a moment.
"Counter with a Brick Break!" With the bug snapping out of its fear, he lunged towards the mutt, getting ready to end the encounter!
"Use Crunch to grab onto the Brick Break!" The loyal dog's jaws opened wide to gnaw into the side of Heracross's arm as it was struck with Brick Break. The pain was intense, focused right on the mutts faces, but Herdier was relentless and strong enough to hold the beetle tight in place with its teeth!
"Use Brick Break with your free hand and finish it!"
"While you have him locked, use Baby Doll-Eyes!"
There was a glimmer in Herdier's eyes for a moment before being struck in the cranium with an intense karate chop, sending it down into the Earth with dust scattering about from the impact. There were cracks on the ground and an imprint of where Herdier lay, his eyes a black spiral. His jaws let go of Heracross.
Momo ran up to check on the dog for a moment before Heracross backed off, healing all of its damage off with a Leftovers. It was ready to face Skarmory with full health as Herdier hadn't done much damage to begin with.
Despite that, Izuku was in an awful situation! The Steel-Flying type was resistant to all of Heracross's attacks and even had a four-times effective move that could eliminate the bug-fighting type cleanly!
On top of that, Heracross's attack was lowered by two stages with Intimidate and Baby Doll-Eyes. We will practically do no damage to such a bulky mon like Skarmory! Izuku tightened his fist at the thought. Maybe if he had time to prep for this battle, Izuku could've won. But it was so sudden, he had to work with what he had. Megahorn, Brick Break, Return, and Protect and Leftovers. None of that would work. Even if he had prepped, Iida would be prepared as well and that would mean bad news for him as well!
I lost.
"Herdier is unable to battle, Heracross and Izuku win!"
"Herdier, return!" Iida cast a red line from his Pokeball, connecting to the body of his partner, sending it back into its little capsule.
"Skarmory, I'm trusting you!" The policeman released his armored bird, ready to watch it take flight and claim victory! Izuku could only stare at the bird with panicked thoughts, wondering just how he would get out of this one.
I can't… The cold, calculating Trainer knew the end result and saw no point in continuing. Izuku was nearly prepared to blurt out "I forfeit" up until the other part of him decided to speak up.
This is exciting! Let's go, Heracross!
Why would he continue? Knowing Iida would win, why should Izuku even bother to continue fighting to the bitter end? The result stared at him directly, defeat, with dark black eyes nearly like a void. That was it, but for some reason, Izuku still wanted to continue with the fight with all his might! Why?!
The Trainer seemed to have forgotten the important lesson of what a Pokemon battle should be, a thrill. A fight between allies for a greater bond and enticement, that's what a battle is! The Hero reminded him of that, and as such, reinvigorated that spirit of his!
Because it's fun!
"Heracross, charge forward with Megahorn!"
"End it with Air Cutter!"
The two combatants followed the hearts of their trainers, the beetle rushing forward against the harsh winds and the battleship standing strong and firing off sharp cuts of wind! As they got close to the bug-fighting type Pokemon, it instinctually activated Protect, already knowing that is what Izuku had in mind.
The Air Cutter exploded in contact with the green barrier, the crowd roaring with the clash wondering what will happen next. Tamaki stood beside his idol, Mirio, and whispered, "Who do you think will win?"
"Just depends on who has more spirit, and that might not be enough either."
Through the explosion, Heracross flew out, aiming for the steel Pokemon! The victory was in sight, albeit nearly impossible, it was close enough!
"Brick Break!" Thoughts and calculations ran through Izuku's head. He knew Skarmory would be resistant to normal and bug type attacks, making Megahorn and Return useless, but the bird was neutral to fighting type attacks, so Brick Break was Izuku's best bet. It didn't matter how low Heracross's attack was, this was his only plan of option!
Heracross struck Skarmory right on the head, making a swift movement downwards to send the armored bird to the Earth. The beetle followed up by slamming itself into Skarmory's back, preventing it from flying away.
"Pin its neck with your horn!"
The beetle, refusing defeat, lodged its horn in a position where Skarmory couldn't break free and let off a barrage of Brick Breaks with its available arms. The position the two were in, was almost of that of two wild beasts entering a cage match in the wilderness. Skarmory squirmed and struggled, while Heracross remained defiant and unmoving, swinging its arms into the metal chest plate of the bird.
This was it! If Skarmory couldn't break free, then Heracross would deal enough damage to secure the victory. They had won! Against all odds, typing, stats, and might, the victory was Izuku's!
That was until the Trainer saw the glimmer in Iida's eyes.
"You know my move set is Iron Head, Air Cutter, Spikes, and one last move I hadn't shown. Well, now is the time to reveal my last secret!"
Iida pushed his glasses up in defiance and pointing his finger forward, almost like a gun, with such strength and ferocity in his voice that showed he knew he was going to win. Iida's game plan was to take action!
"Skarmory, Metal Sound!"
From the jaws of the metallic bird, a screeching echo was ripped out, crashing and scrapping against the sounds of Heracross's Brick Break and the sounds of the roaring audience. Everyone cringed at the sound, with it being almost similar to two boats scrapping against each other in a crisis. It did more than just lower Heracross's special defense, it completely disrupted the beetle's focus and caused him to release his opponent from his firm grip.
"Heracross, no!" But Izuku's cry could not be heard at all against the screeching Metal Sound, feeling like his own ears were being crushed. The air had become jagged and rough from the noise, Heracross knelt backward with its hands on its ears in a panic, just wanting the noise to end.
And end it did. Skarmory stopped its cry and continued the battle with an Air Cutter. With a lowered special defense and a four times weakness, it was all Iida needed to prove himself as class rep.
When the last sharps of air clashed against the blue exoskeleton, Heracross's cry could be heard as he collapsed to the ground with black spirals in its eyes.
"Heracross is unable to battle! Since that is Izuku's only Pokemon, Iida and Skarmorytt are the victors! Which means-"
"Iida is the class rep!" Momo declared, ending her role as referee. She walked up to Iida and raised his hand into the sky, being followed by the roars and cheers of the ground.
"Way to go, Iida!"
"You mind winning in a less-noisy way?!"
Izuku walked up to his Heracross, returning it into its Pokeball and giving a somber smile. His Hero side was alright with the defeat, he had lost to one of his idols. He knew Iida was more deserving always.
But that Trainer side, the cold and calculating nature of it all, it wouldn't accept defeat. To be the very best is every Trainer's goal and defeat was never an option. Izuku snapped himself out of that somber smile and looked up to find Momo approaching him as Iida was being picked up by the rest of 1-A.
"So, you are the deputy now I suppose," She puffed her chest up and gave a prideful pout. "I do believe you tried your best, but Iida was bound to win anyway. If it had just been a one-on-one, he would've just sent out Skarmory. The result would've been the same."
Momo offered her hand to help her deputy up. When they were both at eye level, she saw a strange light inside of the future symbol of peace's eyes.
"What is it?"
"You should be deputy," Izuku stated with a striking boldness.
"Me?! But the class didn't vote for me, they voted for you!"
"I don't want to be class rep, Momo," Izuku looked down at the Pokeball in his hands and continued, "I'm not strong enough yet or deserving. Everyone thinks I'm strong, but if I don't see it what is the point?"
"It doesn't matter what other people think of you if you can't see yourself in the same way," Momo responded with her wisdom, "self-love is important after all."
"Vey well, I will take the role of deputy! I'll just inform Iida and Aizawa you decided to cut yourself out of the running." Momo turned and walked away, with Gallade racing to her side. She turned again, facing Izuku, before saying, "Keep in mind, I do think you are strong too."
Izuku smiled as he saw her backside, inching further and further away as the crowd dispersed apart, leaving him as the only one remaining in the battlefield.
Him and one other person, someone tied to Izuku's fate.
"Yo! That was a nice fight!"
The golden child felt a pat on his shoulder, he slowly turned to meet a ray of sunshine, a bland, cartoonish face with gold hair and a chiseled body. He was so similar to someone else Izuku knew, a Champion. If only Izuku knew who this boy truly was.
"My name is Mirio! That Heracross of yours is amazing!"
"Oh! T-Thank you, Mirio! It's an honor!" Izuku bowed before his senior as he heard muffled laughter.
"Why aren't you humble! Here!" Mirio handed Izuku a Pokeball with a strange pattern, black and yellow on top instead of the usual red.
"You will need to catch up with the rest of your classmates and you can't do that with only one Pokemon. Try catching something strong with this! I'm sure you will make a great catch!" Mirio walked away as Izuku held the ball in his hands, a strange, warm feeling took over.
"Make it a critical catch! I'll see you soon, Izuku!"
Izuku? He knows my name?! A complete stranger was paying enough attention to remember his name in an instant. So, he really was worthy to Momo, Kirishima, and now this strange senior, Mirio?
Now, all Izuku had to do was prove himself to himself.
"Thank you, Mirio!" Izuku ran back to class as heard the roaring of bells start, indicating he may soon be late to class, and Aizawa hated lateness. Early is on time, on time is late, and late is unacceptable!
It was now the day's end, the sun and sky become an orange-red tint with the students yawning as they exited the school. It was yet another, long day at UA.
"Yo, glasses," Bakugo stopped Iida before he left the classroom. Izuku and Uraraka were waiting for him downstairs.
"What is it, Bakugo? Don't you have detention?"
"Shut the hell up! That's none of your business! Anyways-
"I just wanted to say congrats on being class rep. You better not make my vote go to waste," Bakugo immediately turned, heading back into the classroom before Iida cut him off.
"Your vote?! Does that mean you voted for me?!"
"Consider it my apology for what happened in the training. You deserved to win but I got in the way, so, I'm making sure you deserve that class rep status, got it? Now quit bugging me," Bakugo knocked Iida's hand away from him as he opened the door to enter 1A, ready to continue Aizawa's punishment.
"I won't let you down, Bakugo!" Iida's eyes brightened with the reflection of the sun against his glasses.
"Whatever."
The silent halls were filled with the noise of a closing door, then footsteps as Iida headed downwards to meet his friends. There they stood, Izuku and Uraraka, conversing amongst themselves. Izuku looked as flustered as ever and Uraraka looked bubbly as always. That seemed to be their dynamic, Izuku responded and listened while Uraraka took hold of the conversation.
Before Iida interrupted, he turned to face the giant, golden UA sign. He remembered what transpired today and the months that preceded today. All that hard work, the entrance exam, the training, his friends and the status of class rep. How proud his brother would be!
And how proud Iida was of himself! A single thought ran through the Hero's head, a thought that could sound selfish, but had actually emerged from complete gratitude and appreciation. Appreciation for all that he had and all that he worked for-
I deserve this!
I'm sorry about the lateness! Life got in the way and I meant to upload this on my birthday, January 22nd. I'm sorry for disappointing you all and I will try to write more frequently. This chapter was giving me a lot of trouble as I kept finding it weird or unsatisfactory. Hopefully, you guys enjoy it.
Chapter 8- Iida vs Deku! The Political rivals!
Chapter 9- Mysterious encounter with the unknown! Vs. Wishiwashi!
Chapter 10- The symbol of fear! Vs. ?
Chapter 11- Go Beyond! Dragonite!
See you guys soon!
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