A/N: Okay, I know a few of you guys are wanting to know if Kurai's presence will make a difference as to who gets chosen as the class rep, so I hope that this chapter leaves you satisfied with my answer. I'm also starting to feature (just a bit) of some scenes of my own design, though the next chapter will pretty much be constituted of my ideas. So if you're looking for things to deviate more from the original series, the wait will not be for much longer.

Read, review, and enjoy!

Phase 1: Chapter 5

Who Will Lead Us?

"Are you kidding me with this?" Kurai groaned. "Second day in a row!"

"Well, I suppose we should have expected something like this to happen," Iida said with a shrug. "All Might becoming a teacher was bound to make the headlines eventually."

Their commentary was the result of a mob consisting entirely of reporters and camera crews gathered in front of the school gates. Mere days after All Might had been announced as the newest U.A. faculty member, the media was vying for an interview with the man on campus. Their presence not only disrupted the normal morning routine for the students, it also grated on Kurai's nerves on a personal level.

"I know, I just hate dealing with the press," the boy grumbled in response to his comrade's remark. "They're always blaming my dad whenever some villain escapes the police, plus a bunch of other crap I don't care for."

"I understand you frustration, but remember, if they stop us, we should be courteous to them," Iida said firmly. "They do have freedom of the press."

"Doesn't mean I have to like it," he argued as they approached the school gate.

As soon as they started making their way through the crowd, a female reporter came up to them and thrust a mic in their faces, asking, "You two! You're some of All Might's students, aren't you?"

"What's it to you?" Kurai asked irritably. He hated being the subject of attention for strangers, and he didn't feel like entertaining the press after all the trouble they had caused his family over the years.

"It's a scoop," the reporter replied. "So are you in his class, or aren't you?"

"We are," Iida answered, much to Kurai's displeasure, but he kept quiet out of respect for his friend.

"Great!" the lady practically squealed with glee. "What's he like as a teacher?!"

"He is the personification of heroism, as one would expect," Iida answered. "His lessons are a tad unorthodox, but effective. While strict in the classroom, he is also unafraid to show his class a more humorous side. His very presence is a reminder to me that I have a long way to go before becoming a hero that any good citizen can respect, and furthermore…"

Kurai had to hide a smile as the reporter's face slowly wilted, realizing that she was going to get a bigger scoop than she had wanted. Unfortunately, his amusement was short-lived as another reporter, this one an older man, approached him with his own microphone.

"Hello there, young man," he said with a smile that immediately put the boy on edge. He had long since learned not to trust media people when they seemed friendly. "Mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Actually, I ought to be getting to class," Kurai replied, re-shouldering his pack and making to leave, until the reporter's voice stopped him in mid-step.

"No comment, is that what your father always tells you?" the man asked, maintaining his smile. "Keep your cover up real nice so he doesn't have to answer-"

"I've got a few comments in mind for if you finish that sentence," Kurai said, just managing to control his expression while he turned back on his heel to face the reporter. "You're here about All Might, yeah? Then leave my family out of this."

"That would hardly be comprehensive journalism on my part," the man said, his tone becoming slightly condescending. "After all, the son of the Police Commissioner learning from the number one hero in the world? Everyone will be dying to follow you career, and I'm very interested in getting the first scoop on what is sure to be a great hero story."

"If you have a question, just ask it," Kurai said impatiently. "I have more important things to do than supply you with material for your fan fiction that you call a news channel." Even as he spoke, he knew that this would likely come back to bite him, especially with more and more cameras pointing his way while the crews around him started murmuring, having finally recognized him- after all, he looked a great deal like his father.

"All right, I guess I'll settle for just one right now," the man said, his even smile widening slightly. "Does All Might encourage the truancy of the police force in Japan like your father does? Does he encourage you to do what the police should be-"

Fzzt! The reporters and cameramen all let out sudden exclamations of surprise as their equipment went dark without warning. Some of them were shouting that the vans had also been affected.

"Sorry, looks like this interview has to be cut short," Kurai said with a smile of his own as he walked past a befuddled group of media members, the man that had been harassing him having lost the smile and practically fuming as the boy walked away. "Maybe next time, huh?"

Pausing only long enough to grab Iida, he muttered, "Come on, before they get their equipment going again."

"Did you cause that?" the bespectacled boy asked as he was led away.

"Sort of, but it wasn't my quirk," Kurai snickered as they passed through the school gates, where Mister Aizawa was attempting to dissuade the press from bothering the school and its members. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a handheld device with a single blue button on it. "I knew this E.M.P. grenade would come in handy again."

"You just kept that on you?!" Iida exclaimed. "Does Yaoyorozu know you have that?!"

"Maybe?" his friend shrugged as they reached the steps to the school's entrance. "Besides, this is hardly the time to be questioning a weird habit, mister I-have-four-extra-pairs-of-glasses-in-my-backpack."

"My lenses have a tendency to break when I hit insects and other objects at high speed!" the taller boy protested. "It makes perfect sense!"

"And I don't like getting cornered by the press just so they can take a dump on my family's life," Kurai replied. "Makes perfect sense to me." As he finished speaking, they heard a series of rumbling clangs that caused the ground to vibrate. Turning around, they saw that there was now a second wall reinforcing the normal one, this one made up of metal and armed with stun guns of some sort.

"Looks like some people can't take a hint," he laughed as he headed up the stairs. "Serves 'em right."

"I suppose I can't condone the actions of would-be trespassers," Iida conceded as he followed Kurai into the school.

"All right class, listen up," Aizawa said as soon as he walked in the room, looking even more tired than normal. He was a little late from having to deal with the media, but he clearly wasn't going to let that disrupt his lesson plan. "There's a matter we need to address that will impact your futures."

Oh, jeez, Kurai thought as he tensed up. Is he gonna make us compete for the right to stay in his class again? It seemed as though most everyone else in the classroom was having similar thoughts, because the majority of them were all tensed up.

"…You need to choose a class representative," Aizawa said at length.

I swear that this man enjoys psyching us out! Kurai thought with a roll of his eyes. However, his annoyance was only temporary, since he had more important things to consider. Class Rep, huh…?

In most schools, being the class' representative meant a lot of extra work with very little reward, other than it looked good on resumes. At U.A. on the other hand, people that accepted the role of class leader would be marked down for endorsements from pro agencies. In an already prestigious academy, it was a way to gain almost guaranteed success as a pro after graduating. Whoever accepted the job needed to be confident, intelligent, dedicated, and perhaps most importantly, able to inspire others.

Definitely not me, Kurai thought with a rueful smile as others in the class began to clamor for the position, trying to garner support from their classmates whilst also competing against them. I don't have the head for being responsible for this bunch in any capacity.

"Everyone, calm down!" Iida shouted to be heard above the noise. When he had everyone's attention, he said in a slightly lowered tone, "Bickering loudly amongst ourselves will get us nowhere! Whoever becomes the class representative must be able to take charge, and do it in a way that will sent an example of heroism to the others. Which is why I believe we should hold an election to decide this matter!"

"Is that really the best idea?" Tsuyu inquired. "We don't really know each other all that well, and now we're supposed to vote on who's gonna represent our class for the year?"

"That may be the case, but it just goes to show that whoever does receive the most votes is able to already inspire enough of us to back them as a representative," Iida countered.

"I can dig that," Kirishima nodded.

"Makes sense to me," Jiro added. There were various other agreements echoed throughout the classroom, so it seemed as though everyone was on board.

That settled, Iida turned toward Aizawa and asked, "Is that acceptable?"

To their surprise, their teacher was slipping inside his yellow sleeping bag as he muttered, "Do whatever you want, just have the matter settled by the end of my nap." With that, he laid back and promptly fell asleep.

"Thank you for your trust!" Iida said with a swift bow. Turning around, he said, "Write down the name of the person you believe to be the best choice for our class, then pass it forward to the front. We'll tally up the votes from there to determine the winner."

Well, I know who I'm voting for, Kurai thought with another grin as he reached for a pen and paper.

When the scores were all up on the board, Kurai had to re-read it a few times to make sure that he hadn't read it wrong. The only people that got more than one vote were Momo Yaoyorozu with two marks, and Izuku Midoriya with three.

Iida only got one? He thought, bewildered. But I voted for him… which means he backed someone else?! Who…? His thoughts trailed off as he saw Iida hunched over at his desk, looking very disappointed while Izuku and Momo were named as class representative and deputy, respectively. Come on, man, he thought sadly. Really?

In a way, he understood. His battle partner had shown excellent strategy and skill with her quirk during their class, so her becoming deputy made sense to him. The green-haired boy had shown remarkable grit, talent, and power in his match against Bakugo, and had inspired the rest of the people in his class to push themselves as hard as they could in their own battles. So it also made sense to Kurai that he would be chosen as the class rep. Still…

This role would have been perfect for Tenya, Kurai thought with a grim expression. Bummer. I know he would have made Tensei proud, being class rep on top of getting into U.A… Looking up at a shocked Midoriya, he hoped that the three people that had voted for him knew what they were doing.

The class broke for lunch after second period, which saw Kurai sitting with Izuku, Ochaco, and Tenya. Midoriya was having a hard time stomaching his food with his nerves rattled as they were.

"Look guys, I'm not sure that I'm cut out for this job," he mumbled, idly poking at his rice. "There's a lot of pressure on me that I wasn't expecting."

"You'll be great," Iida said through a mouthful of ramen. "Your calm attitude and quick thinking in addition to the power you demonstrated will see to it. Those are the reasons I voted for you, anyway."

Both Izuku and Kurai did a double-take when they heard that. "Wait, you were one of the three?!" the green-haired boy exclaimed.

"Hold on, you can't expect me to believe me to believe that you didn't want the job," Kurai interjected, looking askance at his friend.

"Hikari has a good point; you seemed really bummed out when you got outvoted," Uraraka said. "You totally look the part, too."

Iida shrugged and replied calmly, "Wanting a job and being suited to it are very different things. If I've learned anything from the Iida Family Agency, it's that."

"Agency?" Midoriya repeated, causing Tenya and Kurai to stiffen in their seats as they realized the taller boy's error.

"Hey, that brings me back to a question I've been meaning to ask you guys…" Uraraka said as she looked at the two of them with a curious grin. "You come from money, don't you?"

"Uh…" Kurai said dumbly, blinking a few times before he could form a proper answer. "Not really? I mean, we're not so wealthy that we buy yachts on a whim, but I guess we're… well off?" The question struck him as odd, but then again, they did come from the Sommei Private Academy, which featured a largely elitist student body. Maybe they looked the part?

Iida glanced between the three of them for a few seconds before he let out a long sigh and muttered, "I was afraid people would treat me differently if they knew about my family." When all Midoriya and Uraraka did was stare at him more intently, he gave vent to another sigh before straightening himself and saying, "The people in my family have been heroes since the first generation of pros- you might say it's in our blood."

"That's so cool!" the other two students exclaimed.

"Oh boy, here we go," Kurai said with a slight roll of his eyes. He'd heard this speech so many times now that it was a little annoying to him. Still, he knew how proud Tenya was of his family's history, so he didn't make his protest too loudly.

Feeding off of their classmates' enthusiasm, Iida asked, "Have the two of you ever heard of the Turbo Hero, Ingenium?"

"Yeah, I know all about him!" Midoriya grinned, much to no one's surprise. "He's a super-popular hero with sixty-five sidekicks working with him at his agency! Wait…" It must have clicked with the boy then, because he started to say, "Don't tell me-"

"He's my elder brother!" Tenya declared proudly with a large smile. "Ingenium is an unmatched field commander who honors the hero code! So as the second son of the Iida family, I strive to be just like him!"

"Your brother is awesome!" Uraraka practically squealed. However, her eager attention quickly returned to Kurai as she asked, "But wait, how do you guys know each other, then? You came from the same school like Deku and Bakugo did, but you seem to get along way better."

"Our families have been friends since before I was born," Kurai answered, deciding that if Iida wanted to trust these guys, then he would, too. "Iida's dad was a pretty good hero back in the day, and he was known for being super helpful to the police force, where my old man was a detective when they met. They wound up busting a nasty smuggler's ring together, which took a combination of a few successful raids and some all-out battles between heroes and villains before it was all over. In the process of it all, they became good friends, and when my father kept rising through the ranks of the police force, they found themselves working together more often than not. Now Ingenium is the one helping out my dad in the field while Iida and I study to become the next generation of heroes."

"Your dad's a detective?" Midoriya inquired. Before Kurai could answer, Midoriya began to mutter, "No, wait, you said your dad kept rising through the ranks, and since you've gotta be at least fifteen years old, and if he was a detective before you were born, that means your dad's been on the police for something like twenty years, which would make him at least a captain, or maybe a department chief, or-"

"If you want, I'll tell you who he is," Kurai volunteered mildly, derailing Midoriya's rant. The green-haired boy began to apologize profusely, only to have Kurai raise an eyebrow, causing him to clam up entirely. "Thanks," his classmate chuckled. "My dad is the Musutafu Police Commissioner, Shigeru Hogo-sha."

"Wait, what?!" Midoriya and Uraraka exclaimed.

"I thought you said your last name was-?!" she started to ask.

"My brother and I are registered in the school system under my mom's maiden name so we can avoid drawing attention to ourselves," Kurai interrupted as he made a motion for them to lower their volume. "I've grown used to using the name in public, and it's what Iida calls me, so I'm not really used to telling people about it anymore."

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Izuku nodded. "These days, police get a lot of flak since heroes catch a lot of the bad guys, but even so, it's a really good profession, one that a lot of people underappreciate."

"Yeah, but villains would no doubt try to take advantage of my brother and I if they knew who we were, one way or the other," Kurai shrugged. "I wanted to be a police officer as a kid, support my dad's life choices and all that, you know? But once it became clear how powerful my quirk was, Father urged me to go into the hero course if at all possible. He told me that whether I wore a cape or a badge, he would be proud of me. At the same time, though, he didn't want to see me held back by the restrictions that being on the force would put on me."

"So what'd you tell him when you applied for U.A.?" Uraraka inquired, her eyes wide with fascination.

Kurai grinned broadly before he said, "I told him I'd do my best to be a hero that he and mom could be proud of, on one condition."

"What's that?"

"No capes!"

That sent everyone into a fit of laughter that took a little while to settle down, especially since they had seen All Might sporting his Silver Age costume not days ago, with its resplendent blue-and red cape. As they started to calm down, Iida wiped at his eyes and said, "Ah… But back to the original topic- my voting for Midoriya." When he had the others' attention, he continued, "I may want the job of class rep, but I believe Midoriya is better suited to the job than I. After all, he figured out what the judges were really looking for during the practical exam. We'll need someone with that kind of foresight if we're to be the best students we can be."

"Actually, about that…" Midoriya started to say, only to be interrupted by the loud sound of the alarm bell going off.

"Fire?" Kurai guessed as he and the others shot to their feet.

"Level three security breach!" a female voice announced over the P.A. system. "All students and faculty, please evacuate to your designated areas."

"Anyone know what that means?" Iida asked of no one in particular.

"It means that someone managed to force their way past the security barriers!" a third year student exclaimed as he scrambled to get out of his seat. "This has never happened in my three years here!"

"They got past this school's defenses?" Kurai asked incredulously as he and the other three students began to make their way out, along with everyone else in the cafeteria. "That's bad."

"You think?!" Iida snapped as they reached the crowded exit, having to yell to be heard over the mess of frantic students. "At least everyone is reacting quickly!"

"Yeah, but they're also panicking!" Midoriya shouted, just before he was swept away by the crowds.

Kurai engaged his quirk to shoulder his way through the other students while keeping a tight grip on Iida and Uraraka. "C'mon!" he growled as he all but dragged them to the windows at the side of the hall. "Let's see who's causing this!"

"Whoa!" Iida yelped.

"Ow!" Uraraka cried. "Hikari, you're hurting us!"

"Sorry!" he apologized, loosening his powered-up grip just a bit. "I don't wanna lose you guys in this mess! We're gonna have a hard time finding Midoriya as it is, I- Are you kidding me?!" His outrage was invoked as soon as he saw who it was that had made it past their school's security measures.

"What?!" Iida asked, alarmed. Then he was pressed against the window alongside his friend, affording him a clear view of what Kurai was so mad about. "It's the press from earlier?!"

"Why do those vultures ruin everything?!" the other boy complained. "Can't even go to school without them screwing it up!"

"Hold on, if it's just a group of reporters out there, then there's no need for all of this panic!" Iida realized aloud. Trying to raise his voice to be heard by everyone nearby, he started to shout, "It's okay, everyone! It's just the-ack!" Another shove from a second-year student saw him firmly squashed against the glass wall.

"Well, that didn't work!" Kurai grunted as he pushed back, allowing his friend some breathing room. "Any other bright ideas?!"

"As a matter of fact, yes!" his friend grunted. "Uraraka?!"

"Yeah?" she replied from where she was being shoved next to him.

"Make me float above everyone else with your quirk!" The girl looked a little bewildered, but did as he asked, touching her hand to his shoulder while he said to Kurai, "Once I'm up, throw me to the spot above the stairs!"

"You sure about that?" he asked as Iida began to float above them. "It might be a rough stop!"

"Just do it!"

"And that, my friend, is why I voted for you as our class rep," Kurai said as they walked into their classroom, finally having been given permission by the faculty to return to their normal classes. It had taken some time, but the police had shown up and gotten rid of the reporters, arresting a couple of them when they resisted.

Watch them spin it as me tattling to my dad about that incident this morning, or saying that he wants to ignore the freedom of the press, he thought with a heavy sigh.

Iida had actually been able to get ahead of the majority of the panicking mass of students, and grab their attention by standing on top of the exit to the staircase. He had further been able to calm them down with the news that they had nothing to fear from the mob of the press that had forced its way on campus, reminding them that even if it had been a real villain attack, they were U.A. students- panicking and mobbing was not behavior befitting a school of their renown.

The student body had been able to proceed to their designated areas from there on without the fear of being trampled. Now they were filtering back to their homerooms to await their instructors.

"So it was you that voted for me," Iida remarked as they made their way to his seat. "I thought as much. It means a lot, even if I think your vote was misplaced." He sat down with a slightly rueful smile and pulled out his homeroom notebook.

Taking that as a sign that the conversation was over, Kurai patted him on the back and left with the words, "I don't think so. You'd be the best class rep in U.A."

Once Mister Aizawa returned to the classroom, he told the class representative and deputy to step up and deliver their first address to the class. "So, uh…" Midoriya began, shifting awkwardly. "There's something I should clarify."

Yaoyorozu looked at him, confused- apparently whatever he had to say, he hadn't discussed with her beforehand. Still, she kept her peace while she waited along with everyone else to hear what it was that Izuku had to say.

He didn't keep them waiting for long. "I just wanted to say thanks to those that voted for me… but I'm not cut out for this," he said quietly. Several of the students in the room murmured in surprise, but Kurai made no effort to contain his grin- he had a feeling he knew where this was headed.

Midoriya went on to say, "At the least, I don't think I should be here, because there's already someone more qualified than me who should lead us." Looking at his taller friend with a determined tilt to his chin, he added, "Iida was the one who was able to calm us all down earlier, and he did it in a way that also managed to inspire a lot of us. He kept his head in what could have been a real crisis- which is what a real hero would do. He's the one that should be class rep, not me."

Iida looked dumbstruck, and even more so when his classmates began to chorus an agreement with Midoriya's decision. Then his dropped jaw was raised, and he looked as if a new purpose had infused him as he got up from his seat to stand in front of Izuku. The green-haired boy grinned and held out his hand for Kurai's friend to shake, which he did readily.

"Thank you, Midoriya," Iida said somberly. "If you believe in me, then I will do my best to uphold our class' expectations." Turning to Aizawa while the other boy went back to his seat, he asked, "Is this alright, sir?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the man grumbled as he rolled over in his sleeping bag. "Congrats, you're the new class rep."

"Thank you, sir!" Iida replied with a sharp salute. The majority of the class offered him their congratulations, though some of them managed to poke fun at him at the same time.

Only Yaoyorozu seemed visibly disgruntled by the turn of events. "Hello?" she complained to no one in particular. "I got one more vote than he did."

"Congrats, pal," Kurai said as he clapped Iida on the back on their way out of class that afternoon. "I told you my vote wasn't misplaced."

"You're gonna be great, Iida," Uraraka agreed. She and Izuku were walking with them on their way out of school, intending to head for the bus station.

"I'll bet Ingenium is gonna be really proud of you!" Midoriya added.

"Thank you," the new class rep said with a nervous grin. "I admit, I am excited to see how he reacts." Turning to his best friend, he asked, "Would you like to come tell him with me?"

"Thanks, but I'll pass," Kurai chuckled. "Much as I would love to visit your brother, I feel like this is something you should tell your family alone. We'll celebrate this weekend, yeah?"

"All right, I like the sound of that," Iida nodded. "I'll inform my parents- perhaps we can get our families together again for lunch."

"Sure thing, I'll ask my folks, too," his friend said as they took a step down the stairs. He was about to add that they should ask about a barbeque when someone calling his name from up the hall stopped him.

"Hey, Hikari!" He turned back to see Mina jogging toward him with a big grin on her face. "Got a sec?!"

"Yeah!" he called back. Turning to the others, he said, "Go on ahead without me. I'll catch up in few minutes."

"We'll wait for you by the front gate," Midoriya promised him as they left, lightly pattering down the stairs.

With them gone, Kurai walked toward Mina, meeting her at the halfway point between their classroom door and the stairs. "What's up?" he asked as she came to a stop. He still felt awkward around the attractive pink girl, but after being so keyed up from the false alarm earlier, just about anything else in comparison seemed relaxed enough to him.

"Well, it's a Friday afternoon, and I was wondering if you had any plans for tonight or this weekend?" she asked with a large grin. "I feel like we hit it off during the entrance exam, and when we sang together at Karaoke, I had a blast! I was hoping maybe we could hang out again if you had some free time?"

"Oh, uh…" he stammered. "I, uh…" A thought occurred to him, and he narrowed his eyes slightly as he asked, "Is this another thing where I'm gonna be forced by peer pressure to sing in public?"

"Nah, it's just me," Mina giggled. "So, whaddya say? Wanna hang?"

"Sure," he said before better sense got ahold of him, another thought stealing into his mind at lightning speed, even as her face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Hold on a sec…"

"Wassup?" she asked with a slightly cocked head.

"Are you… asking me out?" he asked, paling a little bit.

"Uh… I guess?" she shrugged. "Hadn't really thought about it like that, since you seem like the kinda guy that likes to take these things slow, but if I misjudged you-"

"You didn't," he admitted with a nervous laugh. "Sorry, this is new territory for me. I'm not, uh… the most socially linguistic guy around."

"Well then, we'll just be two U.A. students chillin' out," she grinned brightly, seemingly unaffected by his reticence. "Sound good?"

"That I can do," he said with a sigh of relief. "Does Sunday at lunch sound good?"

"Sure!" Mina said happily. Once they had traded contact information, she declared, "It's a not-date!"

"Great," he grinned, then froze as she skipped away, apparently to join up with Jiro, Yaoyorozu, and Asui. "Wait, a not-what?!" he called after her.

"I'll explain it on Sunday!" she laughed over her shoulder.

"…I do not understand girls."

Deku: So... what is a 'not-date'?

Mataras: Apparently it's something I coined several years ago, but I had forgotten about it until my wife and a friend of mine brought it up recently. I feel like it's self-explanatory, but you'll be getting a proper explanation next chapter.

Kurai: The hell, dude?! I hardly know this girl, why are you making me go on a date with her?!

Mataras: Okay, two things. One, it's a not-date. Two, there are much worse things I could make you do. Don't worry about it, okay?

Kurai: That does not inspire confidence!

Mataras: Hey, I used to be like you- I only dated people that I'd known for a really long time beforehand. However, my wife and I started dating pretty much right after we met, which was a first for both of us. Fast forward almost a decade later, and we are happily married with two kids.

Deku: Uh... What's your point?

Mataras: My point is that Kurai needs to get that stick out of his ass and hang out with the nice girl

Kurai: Hey!

Mataras: Next time- Dreams and Nightmares

Deku: That title doesn't exactly inspire confidence, either...

Next time on Your Hero Academia...

"Deku was just telling me that his is still in the repair shop after his fight with Bakugo," Ochako explained. "Bummer, huh? I thought his costume was cool."

While the green-haired boy began to protest that his outfit was nothing compared to some of the other students in the class, Kurai muttered, "Deku? Isn't that what Bakugo was calling you?"

"Y-Yeah…"

"Isn't that kind of a rude name?" the Energon-user inquired with a slight frown. He'd thought better of Uraraka.

"Well, I've decided to give it a new meaning," Izuku said firmly, surprising Kurai. "Like I told Kacchan during our fight; from now on, Deku is going to be the name of a hero."

"Plus, I thought it sounded like a cute name!" Uraraka added with an innocent smile. "Gives me a 'can-do' vibe!"

Oh, now I get it, Kurai thought with a small grin of his own as Midoriya reddened again. Out loud, he said, "Sorry for the misunderstanding, then. Uraraka is right- it will be a good hero name. Simple, easy to remember, rolls off the tongue nicely."

"I know, right?!" the girl said excitedly. "It's great that Deku already has a name picked out for when he becomes a pro- what about you, Hikari?"

"Actually, I was thinking about calling myself K-"