All Might's recruitment as a teacher at U.A. High had brought some unwanted attention. Being the Symbol of Peace, the media constantly went after him. They were always on the lookout for All Might whenever he was patrolling, trying to see where he ran off to, whatever they could to get some juicy info on the number one hero. All Might was already quite the media savvy: he didn't see a problem with speaking to the public, showing his face on-camera and letting the masses know what the Symbol of Peace was like.

However, the past few years, the media had become even more crazed. Because of the time limit on his powers, he'd become a bit more of a rare site for the masses and the media to see. But now that news outlets knew he'd be a teacher and be in one place for most of the day, they all rushed to the high school to get a glimpse of the number one hero and get some juicy details on him in the process.

Walking to the entrance of the school, Shigeo Kageyama was baffled by the number of people standing at the entrance. Who were they? The esper took note of the many cameras and microphones in their hands, and put together the fact that they were reporters. But what were they all doing, crowding themselves at the entrance?

"Hey you!" A young woman with a blue suit, short brown hair wrapped in a ponytail, and a yellow bandana wrapped around her left arm noticed Mob coming up from the entrance, and the crowd of people swarmed around him. The teenage esper felt his entire body become paralyzed, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.

"What's it like working so closely with All Might," asked the lady, putting the microphone to the esper's face. Mob felt his mind go into a momentary shutdown: if they knew this child was actually living with All Might, they would feed on him like a school of bloodthirsty sharks. What should he say?

"Ummm..."

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The psychic remained silent for a few seconds, causing the impatience of the news reporters to increase. Eventually, the young teenager managed to work up the nerve to speak up, although his voice was barely above a whisper. "Sorry, I've got to get to class."

The esper had spoken so fast, the news reporters could barely hear what Mob had said, and before they could ask him to repeat himself, he'd already run off. The news reporter could see this wasn't someone who they could get some good info out of.

Now out of the sight of the mass media, the esper was frantically breathing. He felt a tight pain in his chest, and he fiercely clutched his chest. The teenager's face was riddled with sweat, and he felt his heart going crazy. Mob couldn't believe how badly he was freaking out.

This was exactly what happened before at his middle school, during the class president election speech. He'd been coaxed into the idea of running for class president by Mezato, believing it would give him enough of a social standing to impress Tsubomi.

However, it went horribly wrong: when he was up on the stage, his brain had frozen up. He'd never really had any interest in the position itself, and he had absolutely no idea what to say to impress his classmates, to sell himself as a class president. So for five minutes, he'd stood on that stage like an idiot, his throat clamped shut while he trembled with fear. That had been a major blow to his pride: the event had not only showed the entire school how nervous and socially awkward he was, but had also shown him how terrible he was at public speaking, at presenting himself with confidence. It was why now, he could think of nothing to say to the news reporters and ran away like an idiot.

"How is All Might faring as a teacher? What have you learned from him?"

Shigeo looked back and noticed Iida being surrounded by the news reporters. But when they were questioning the blue-haired teenager, instead of trembling or awkwardly mumbling, he spoke with a a very eloquent and advanced reply.

"His leadership and wisdom serve as a constant reminder of the fact that I attend the world's most prestigious educational institution. As you would expect, he is the epitome of honor and integrity, but he's also more than willing to show his humorous side-"

Iida's lengthy response to the reporter's question was not what they were looking for, and all of them drooped their eyes and cameras in boredom. Shigeo, on the other hand, felt a growing sense of amazement and jealousy. His confidence, his lack of hesitation, and ability to give an immediate, well thought-out response were all things the esper was severely lacking.

Mob sighed: even after all the training he put himself through, it wasn't enough to build up the confidence he'd desired. With his chin tilted down and a bitter smile on his face, the esper paced into the school, ready for the day's events to go on as expected.

The news reporters were becoming desperate: they'd asked a few of the other students for any inside facts about the symbol of peace, but none of them had shared anything notable. It was ridiculous! It was high-time they get some good info from the number one hero himself!

"Sir, could you please just get All Might for us?" The news-lady turned her attention to one of the teachers of U.A. High, Mr. Aizawa, who was never a fan of the media. Because of this, the unkempt teacher refused to accommodate the reporters in any way, shape, or form.

"All Might's not on-campus today. Now leave: you've disturbed the students enough as it is." The faculty member casually walked to his class, leaving all of the info-hungry news reporters waiting at the entrance.

"Hold on!" yelled the news-lady, "My viewers want to know how All Might's adjusting to his life as a teacher!" Not even bothering to give a short glance back, the reporter's body began to tremble with rage. How dare he act with such impertinence.

"So that's how it's going to be then? Fine! Then I'll just have to get All Might myself!"

The reporter decided to go into the school, but as soon as her foot reached through the gate, an alarm immediately sounded. The front gate was immediately closed off with several steel walls rising up from the ground. Those steel walls rose up around the entire campus, ensuring that none of the reporters tried anything funny and snuck over the walls. These were the defenses put up by U.A. High to ensure that no villains or unauthorized individuals would enter the school.

The security system was now more vital than ever: with the exciting news of All Might's recruitment to U.A. High, people in Japan and all over the world wanted the chance to see All Might in-person. And that didn't just apply to news reporters.

Standing behind the crowd of reporters angrily mulling over their lack of proper info, a man with plain black pants, a matching long-sleeved v-neck shirt, short blue hair, and blood-red eyes. Like the reporters, he was waiting for the opportunity to see the symbol of peace. But in this man's mind, this would be the first and only time he'd see All Might, for today would be the day the number one hero drew his last breath.


In Class 1-A, the students were uneasy as they watched their homeroom teacher walk to the podium. Their last experience with Mr. Aizawa wasn't a very pleasant one, and they were unsure what possible lecture or punishment he would dish out to them. Fortunately, none of the teenagers' statuses as students were going to be threatened by the homeroom teacher today.

"I went over all of your performances from yesterday's combat training by looking over the multiple video feeds and going over the reviews All Might made, and all of you did acceptable jobs. Bakugo."

The hot-headed teenager sneered when he heard his teacher call his name. "You have very impressive skills and a good handle on your quirk. So don't sulk about your loss like a little kid." Bakugo's frown widened for a split second, but then his lips morphed into a neutral line, and his eyes averted themselves towards the wall.

"Whatever," muttered the teenager.

"As for you, Midoriya," When the green-haired teenager heard his name, his heart jumped, and his head craned down to stare at his lap. Shigeo nervously tapped his desk, knowing how harsh his teacher was toward Izuku.

"It appears that the only way you won was by destroying your body again." The teenager's head lowered further, a bead of sweat trickling down the side of his face. "You must work harder, and that excuse you have of lacking control over your quirk is getting old pretty fast. You can't keep breaking your body while training here."

Mob's finger began to tap at a much faster rate. Once again, their homeroom teacher was laying into his friend very hard, disregarding all of the good he did during the exercise and the way he'd proven himself through his determination. It seemed Mr. Aizawa wasn't very keen on complimenting Izuku anytime soon.

"Once you get a handle on your quirk, though, it'll prove to be extremely useful." This positive statement filled the green-haired teenager with renewed energy, and he looked up at his teacher with wide eyes and a light blush on his cheeks. Similarly, the esper felt a small smile creeping up on his face. It looked like Mr. Aizawa wasn't as cold-hearted as he'd taken him to be.

With the two students having gotten their critiques from Mr. Aizawa, the teacher decided to transition to the more important matter that was on-hand.

"Now, the first task today will decide your very future." This statement brought a lot of gravity, and the students tensed up in their seats, wondering what kind of task would warrant such strong words from the unkempt teacher. Was it another quirk test? Would they have to worry about being expelled yet again?

"You're all going to have to pick a class representative." The students all took inner sighs of relief at the fact this was not a matter that would affect their status as students. However, the idea of being class representative was a golden opportunity that many of the students wanted, and they immediately jumped to take the position.

"Yo, pick me! I'll be class rep!"

"I'm up for the task!"

"Count me in too!"

"Someone with style would be best suited for the job!"

Shigeo and Izuku were taken aback by the disorderly and passionate manner in which the students tried to greedily take the position. For the esper, not only was he not interested in the idea of being a representative for this class, but he did not even understand what the job would entail. Izuku, however, knew that there were many bonuses that came with being class representative. Since the class rep would be leading the class, it would give them the chance to be noticed by many hero agencies and prove yourself as a leader. It was why the verdant-eyed fanboy slowly raised his hand a few inches off of the desk, barely enough to be noticed.

"Silence, all of you!" Tenya Iida was watching this scene with disgust at the unorganized and irresponsible manner the students were going about this. "The mission of the class representative is to lead their classmates with respect and honor! It is not something that anyone can do! In order to take the mantle of this title, you must first gain the trust of all of the classmates, so they can all unite under that representative. Therefore, the most practical way of choosing our class representative is democratically! An election should be prepared for the position!"

The spectacled teenager raised his hand, his body trembling at the fear of rejection. Many of his classmates rolled their eyes at his blatant attempt to get the classmates to vote for him. Kageyama, on the other hand, was yet again amazed by the way in which Iida took charge of the situation with such confidence and control. He was able to bring down the energy level and come up with a reasonable solution to the issue at hand.

Nevertheless, the students weren't sure an election was the best way to go about this. One of those students was Tsu. "Are you sure this is what we should do? We've only known each other for a few days, so how do we know who's the best candidate?"

"Yea, and everybody's probably gonna vote for themselves anyway," added Kirishima.

"Yes, that will likely be the case for most people. But that only proves that the person who does receive the most votes has left such an impression on the class and therefore be the most suitable individual for the job," argued Iida. The blue-haired teenager attempted to get the support of his teacher.

"This is the best method, right, Mr. Aizawa?"

The unkempt hero lazily disregarded the arguments being made for this method, seeing it as irrelevant in the grand scheme of things. "Whatever gets the job done. Just finish it before my nap's over." The hero snuggled himself into his yellow sleeping bag and dozed off on the floor.

"Thank you for your support!" Iida proceeded to rip up a sheet of paper into twenty pieces and handed each of the students a piece of paper. "Everyone grab a pen and write down the name. Once everyone's finished, we'll gather all of the votes and tally the results."

The students rummaged through their backpacks and grabbed a pen to write their names. However, Kageyama was facing a very difficult dilemma over whose name to write. There was no way he was writing his own name, but there were three people who he thought would be worthy of the job: Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, and Iida. Midoriya was his friend, the classmate with whom he was closest and someone who'd put in a lot of time and effort to get to this school. Yaoyorozu had proven herself during the training exercise, leading him with her input and helping them achieve victory. Lastly, Iida had demonstrated his very serious, keen and dutiful nature, presenting himself with such resolve and dedication that managed to leave a large impression within only a short period of time. So who would be the best option? Who was the person Mob felt was most deserving of the title?

After a few more seconds of self-reflection and consideration, the powerful esper decided to make his choice. Mob quickly scribbled down the name on the piece of paper, and put it in the large pile of papers.

Everybody put their names on the chalkboard, and in order to be impartial, Mr. Aizawa read over the names and tallied the results on the board. In the end, there were only two people who got more than one vote: Midoriya and Yaoyorozu with three and two votes respectively.

Midoriya gasped when he saw his first-place spot. "What?! How did I get three votes?"

Bakugo acted as everyone expected him to: he jumped out of his seat and slammed his hands on his desk. "Ok, who the hell was stupid enough to vote for him?"

"Oh come on," exclaimed Sero, "You really think anybody'd vote for you?"

While the hot-headed teenager lost his composure, the bob-haired girl whistled while staring at the wall. Perhaps it'd be better to keep her vote a secret. While this was happening, the blue-haired teenager's eyes were widely opened, his body trembling in disappointment at the fact that no votes had been cast for him.

"Zero votes. A part of me was afraid this would happen," muttered Iida, "But I'm the one who came up with the system! I have no right to contest it!"

Kageyama was surprised to see Iida made this decision. The esper believed that with his enthusiasm to offer himself as a candidate, he'd follow everyone else's initiative and vote for himself. But no, he chose someone else he thought was worthy instead. For Kageyama, while it had been a difficult decision, his heart had predictably swayed toward his closest friend in the class. Seeing firsthand all the effort and knowledge Izuku had and the passion to become a hero, the esper only saw it fitting that he be class representative.

However, as the esper looked on the board, he took in a faint gasp: someone had voted for him. It didn't take long to figure out who'd decided he was best fit for the job: the esper exchanged glances with Midoriya, who gave a shaky smile. Although the green-haired fanboy had initially considered writing down his own name, he thought to himself, whether that was truly the right course of action. After a few moments of thought, he believed that Shigeo would be a good representative both for his amazing power and the dedication he was capable of putting into certain tasks. He'd trained alongside him for ten months, after all, so he knew what kind of determination Kageyama could bring when he put his mind to it. Still, it looked like nobody else wanted to follow his lead and vote for the esper.

"Ok, so the class rep is Midoriya, and the deputy is Yaoyorozu."

Midoriya and Yaoyorozu stood in front of the classroom. The green-haired teenager was trembling with surprise and fear: this was actually real? Midoriya never imagined his classmates viewed him with enough admiration to elect him to such a prestigious position in the class. Standing beside him, the tall girl sighed and shook her head in disappointment.

"I can't believe it. I really thought I had a chance."

The other students didn't see any problem with the way the election turned out. After all, they'd all seen what these two had done during the training exercises and knew what they'd done and what they were capable of. Unfortunately, the spectacled teenager was still quite troubled by his loss and the lack of impact he'd made on his classmates. Truth is, he'd been one of the three who voted for Midoriya, for it was him who figured out what the judges were looking for in the Entrance Exam, who acted courageously and displayed impressive strategy during the high-pressure situation. Even so, having lost this opportune moment to make a difference in the class was quite a blow for young Iida...


Dining in the cafeteria, the four friends Kageyama, Midoriya, Uraraka, and Iida were all enjoying their meals while their fellow students waited in line. However, one of the four friends didn't really have an appetite. Holding his chopsticks with his right fingers while holding the bowl with his left hand, the fanboy was already having great doubts over his newly appointed position. Winning was something akin to a pipe dream for Izuku, and he never imagined that success would actually be his.

"Guys, I'm not sure I'm ready for this," exclaimed Izuku, "I mean, I'm not qualified for such an important position."

As one would imagine, Mob was the first to comfort him. "Don't say that. You're really smart and passionate, and you've got a lot of skills for this position."

"Quite correct, Kageyama," continued Iida, "Not only do you display intelligence, but you possess a courageous heart and the ability to think quickly under pressure, as well as your remarkable physical strength. Those are the reasons why I voted for you."

The adjacent students were all surprised by this revelation from Iida. "Wait, you were one of the three people who voted for me?"

"But didn't you really want to be the rep?" questioned the bowl-haired esper, remembering how adamant his spectacled classmate was in electing himself.

Tenya took a small sip from his orange juice and closed his eyes. "Wanting a position and being qualified for that position are two very different things. That's a valuable lesson that I learned from the Iida family's hero agency."

All three students arched their eyebrows with curiosity. Hero agency? What was that about?

This newest facet of information caused Uraraka's brain to piece it together with another nugget of information she'd stumbled across. "Hang on a second. There's something that I've been wondering about you, and now that I think about it..."

The female's face lit up with glee, and she clenched both her fists with excitement. "Your family's filthy rich, isn't it!"

Iida gasped, stammering at the fact that his secret had been found out by his classmates. After the initial shock, the teenager sighed and closed his eyes, deciding to spill his secrets now that Uraraka had disclosed his family's wealth. "This was something I'd intended to keep under wraps so that others wouldn't treat me differently."

Midoriya and Uraraka leaned their heads forward, their eyes widening in burgeoning curiosity, while Kageyama's eyes were only nominally widened, his expression as apathetic as usual.

"My family has worked as pro heroes for generations. Heroics are a part of our bloodline."

Midoriya and Uraraka took in sharp gasps, their smiles widening as their eyes brightened.

"Are the three of you familiar with the Turbo hero, Ingenium?"

Midoriya, being the hero expert he was, immediately recognized the name, his cheeks lightly staining with red from the building excitement. "Yea Ingenium! I know all about him: he's a really popular pro hero who has sixty five sidekicks working for him at his agency in Tokyo." However, the formerly quirkless teenager formulated a possibility in his mind, putting the pieces together. "Wait, are you-"

Seeing that the green-haired teenager had caught on, Iida smiled and proudly placed his hands on his sides while he stood up in triumph. "Yes! I am Ingenium's younger brother!"

"Oh my god! You're family's famous!" Uraraka said with bubbly excitement.

"Ingenium is an unmatched commander who leads his sidekicks with honor and dignity, upholding the family name in every way possible!"

"Wow." While Uraraka and Midoriya were obsessing over the fact that Iida was part of a family of pro-heroes, the teenage esper was more interested in the passion, the pride with which Iida spoke of his brother. "You're really proud of your brother, aren't you?"

"Absolutely," replied the blue-haired student, beaming with pride, "As the second oldest Iida son, I strive to be just like him."

Mob could see the brotherly admiration Iida had, for it reflected his own admiration for his little brother, Ritsu. His brother he possessed all the skills Mob utterly lacked, and also had the status and popularity that he yearned to achieve. For Iida, it seemed that what he admired most about his older brother was his status as a hero, his position as a leader of many, and the confidence he gathered from those around him. Mob smiled to himself: looked like there was more than one person who wanted to live up to a sibling's name.

"Sadly, I haven't developed the skills necessary to become an effective leader. For you, Midoriya, it's different." The green-haired teenager's eyebrow raised up. "You managed to immediately deduce what the judges were looking for on the exam. That's exactly the sort of insight a class rep needs, something that I lack."

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"Don't be so hard on yourself." The bowl-haired esper interjected once again to voice his honest opinions, seeing the lack of confidence in his blue-haired friend. "I think you would be an amazing class rep. You're able to react to situations very well, you take everything you do very seriously, and you do everything with a level-head. Remember that All Might chose you as the MVP for the exercise yesterday because you followed the rules and did everything right, even if you lost in the end."

The younger brother of Ingenium was stricken by the words of praise coming from Kageyama, his cheeks lightly blushing while his dark blue eyes brightened. Kageyama was taken aback by this reaction: he did not expect his words to have such an impact on his friend. What he failed to understand was that not only were his words sincere, but coming from such an unbelievably powerful student as him, they only held more gravity.

"I'm- I'm flattered by your praise, Kageyama," Iida muttered after overcoming his initial shock, "Thank you."

"Kageyama's right," continued Midoriya, for he similarly saw Iida in a very positive light, possessing qualities that he did not. Furthermore, he was not as perceptive as Iida believed him to be, only saving Uraraka because she needed to be saved, not because he knew that the judges would be scoring based on heroic deeds. Now was the time for him to clear that up.

"Also, about the practical exam-"

Midoriya was abruptly interrupted by a blaring alarm. All of the students in the cafeteria tensed up, wondering what was the cause for panic.

"Attention all students! There is a Level 3 Security Breach! Please evacuate the building in an orderly fashion!" Most of the students jumped out of their seats and began sprinting for the door. The four class 1-A students, on the other hand, were a bit slower to react, not knowing exactly what the cause for alarm was. Iida attempted to answer this question and turned his attention to an adjacent upper class-men.

"What's a Level 3 Security Breach?" Iida questioned.

"That means someone managed to infiltrate the school's barriers! This's never happened in the three years that I've been here! This is freaking serious!" The student pushed himself off the seat and sprinted for the exit along with the rest of the students, and the other four students followed his lead. However, they almost instantly regretted this decision: with more than one hundred students all crammed into a single hallway, there was almost no breathing room for anyone. Packed like pigs in a pen, the students were becoming hostile, angrily shoving one another while being shoved back in response. In the massive thrall of bodies, the four friends were surrounded on all sides, wincing in pain as elbows jabbed into their ribs.

"They all moved very quickly! As expected from U.A. High!" Iida remarked.

"Maybe, but this crowd is ridiculous!" The green-haired teenager was promptly shoved to the side by another body.

"Kageyama!" The bowl-haired esper tried to reach his hand out to his friend, but there were too many bodies in the way. Attempting to make his way out of the massive crowd and get to the bottom of this, Iida moved himself toward the window to spot the intruders.

"Who could've possibly managed to get onto school grounds?" The blue-haired student's lips straightened into a neutral line when he saw a mass of people standing in front of the gate. "Hold on a second, that's... the press!"

Having managed to get through the main gate, the hungry reporters were now charging toward the front door, their cameras ready and their notebooks out.

"I thought this was some sort of large-scale villain attack, but it's just the media?" Iida attempted to calm down the rowdy students. "Everyone stop! There's no need to worry! It's just news reporters!" Alas, the spectacled teenager's words fell on deaf ears. Everyone was so panicked, so focused on getting out the door and somewhere safe. Even so, it didn't make sense why there were no teachers hear to handle the situation, put the students at ease and inform them of what was happening. Did that mean Iida was the only one who knew there was nothing to worry about? There had to be a way to grab everyone's attention, get them to stop their repetitive shoving and snap them back to their senses. To do that, however, he'd need something that would stare them right in the face...

"Kageyama!" The esper heard his name being called out by his fellow classmate.

"I'm here! What is it?"

"I need you to use your telekinesis to lift me into the air!"

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Mob didn't really put any thought into why Iida would ask him such a thing, and simply did as his friend asked of him. The teenager's body was shrouded in a light blue aura as he floated into the air. This was Iida's first step: he still needed to get somewhere very noticeable, where everyone would have their eyes on him. The location was right in front of him, literally. The tall teenager pulled up the bottom hems of his pants, revealing his engines and allowing them to activate without burning his clothing.

"Engine Burst!" Iida's engines propelled the teenager at high speeds, spinning him around like a bowling ball in the process. However, this motion was very imbalanced and left Iida with little control. As a result, he could not accurately stop himself, and slammed into the wall like a buffoon.

"What is he doing?" said Midoriya.

Iida was barely hanging onto the wall, positioning his feet on top of the exit sign while holding a pipe above him for additional security. Now that was in such a visible position, the blue-haired student could finally inform them of what was happening.

"Everyone, listen up! There's no reason to panic!" All of the students, as expected, turned their attention to the boy standing on the exit sign, silencing themselves while they waited to hear his explanation. "We haven't been attacked! It's only the media! Everything is ok!

"We're students of U.A. High! We need to calm ourselves and prove we're the best!"

The spectating students, including Midoriya and Kageyama, were amazed by the way their classmate had taken control of the situation and reacted so quickly. Both of them could see the faces of the students beginning to loosen, the tension quickly subsiding.

"Hey look! The police are here!" Sure enough, the authorities had been alerted to the breach at U.A. High and had reacted in less than five minutes. With their presence, the news reporters would be quickly escorted off the property, and things would finally calm down.


After the reporters were promptly removed from the premises, the students all went back to their classes or to their lunches. For those who went to their lunches, they only had ten minutes left before their next classes, unfortunately, forcing them to stuff down whatever they could.

Back in Class 1-A, the students had all returned, and standing at the front of the class, Midoriya and Yaoyorozu were preparing to address their students, while their teacher continued to lazily rest in his sleeping bag.

"Ok, class rep. Class has started, so you're up." The vice representative addressed her superior, who was attempting to compose himself and think of what to say.

"Yea, right." Izuku's shoulders were hunched, and his cheeks were stained with a light red. "We still need to go over who the other class officers will be. But first, there's something I wanna say." The events and conversations that took place after his election made him reflect over the position he was in, whether this was the right place for someone like him. After some thought, he came to realize that he wasn't qualified to hold a position such as this. Like Iida said, wanting a position and being qualified for that position were two very different things. And there was someone else who he thought was more qualified for this position.

"I've given it some thought, and I think..." For a moment, the fanboy's eyes went to his training partner. A part of Midoriya felt that Kageyama showed potential for this position, that his amazing psychic powers would command a lot of attention and respect. But another part of him knew that he'd be just as insecure and meek as he was, and that he'd feel just as flustered if he'd been put into this position. Izuku had spent ten months with the esper, getting to know his personality, his general demeanor, and sadly, Kageyama did not exude confidence. As much as he'd like to vouch for his friend, after seeing what it would take to be a class rep and the many qualities one needed, he felt that Kageyama was not qualified for a job like this.

"I think that Tenya Iida should be the class rep!"

The blue-haired teenager gasped: what was this? Was Midoriya handing his position over to him?

The verdant-eyed student felt his heart-beat rise: would Kageyama be upset? Would he be disappointed that he chose Iida, a student who he'd only known for a few days, instead of the friend who'd tortured himself with the brutal training for ten months?

At first, Midoriya's heart clenched when he saw the esper's initial reaction of shock at this decision. However, the fanboy's heart filled with relief when he saw the esper give him a smile and a small thumbs-up. Like Midoriya, Kageyama had also been very impressed with Iida's quick thinking and reaction to the crisis situation that had unfolded less than thirty minutes ago. Although it was a surprise to see Midoriya give his position up, he was pleased to see that he'd given it over to someone who could do the job right.

"He's the one who took action and got all of the students in order, and he didn't hesitate for a minute to take the lead." Midoriya replicated his friend's smile and extended it towards Iida. "That's why I think he should be the one leading us from now on."

"You know what? I'd be cool with that." Kirishima, having seen Iida's impressive command of the hectic situation, was all for this new arrangement. "I mean, you basically calmed the entire school down if you think about it."

As Kirishima continued speaking, Iida and Midoriya continued staring into each others eyes. Midoriya's eyes were upbeat and pleased, while Iida's eyes were stern and focused. For Iida, not only was Midoriya's offer an extremely generous gift, but also a big responsibility to be placed on his shoulders. It was a weight that the blue-haired teenager was prepared to carry, however. The spectacled teenager stood up from his chair with his eyes closed and his aura sharp.

"If Midoriya is electing me for this job, then-" The teenager raised his hand up in respect. "I shall take this with open arms! I will not let this class down!"

"That's what I like to hear," replied Kirishima, "Manning up to the job!"

The classmates couldn't help but smile at the way this had turned out and the solemnity with which Iida accepted these responsibilities. Kageyama beamed with joy, for Iida had gotten the position he had wanted and the position he was worthy of taking. He looked back at Midoriya, noticing his pleased expression, but also took note of the downcast features on Yaoyorozu's face.

"Come on, I got two more votes than him," muttered Yaoyorozu, "So unfair..."

The esper had been so focused on Iida, he'd completely forgotten about how this affected Yaoyorozu. Now that he thought about it, since she was vice representative, it sort of seemed unfair that she wouldn't be next in-line if Midoriya was stepping down. After all, she also possessed amazing skills and very high intelligence, so class rep was something she was naturally suited to. Mob internally sighed: it was an unfortunate loss for the young girl. Still, in the end, even if she didn't get class rep, she was still vice rep and had plenty of power, so with her and Iida working together, Mob was confident things would work out for the class.

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"Alright, are we finally done with choosing the reps?" Aizawa, who'd been basically half-asleep during the entire election process and didn't want to bother to speak up until the elections were finished, unzipped his sleeping bag and once again took control of the class. "The two of you, go to your seats."

Midoriya and Yaoyorozu complied and briskly walked to their desks while Aizawa positioned himself in front of the podium and prepared to fill them in on the next set of activities this class was assigned for today.

"With that out of the way, we'll discuss the training exercises you'll all be undertaking today. Unlike the previous days, this exercise will be different." The students tilted their heads at the implications of their teacher's statement.

"The exercise will be supervised by me, All Might, and another faculty member." The teenagers weren't expecting additional supervision: the symbol of peace, along with two other pro-heroes? Why would they go through all that trouble? The most logical answer was that the school was on high-alert after the break-in, and wanted to take precautionary measures to ensure the safety of the students.

"Excuse me, Mr. Aizawa," Mob interjected, "But what kind of training will we be doing today? Will it be more combat training like yesterday?" This was the answer most prevalent for the esper and the one that caused him the most worry. If there were another combat-oriented exercise, Midoriya would more than likely get hurt again.

"No. Today's training," The teacher pulled out a card from his pocket and stuck it out for the students to see, "Is rescue. This revolves around natural disasters, shipwrecks, similar catastrophes."

The psychic took a sigh of relief: not only would Midoriya not have to worry about breaking his bones, but Mob also wouldn't have to use his psychic powers against his classmates. Many of the students were also fine with this change of exercise, finding excitement in their new activity.

"Rescue, huh?" said Kaminari, "Sounds like we're in for a big workout."

"Totally," replied Ashido, waving her hands in the air with glee.

"This is more like it," Kirishima added, his confident smirk plastered on his face. "This kinda stuff's what separates the men from the boys. I dig it."

"There's more." Aizawa continued his announcement, taking command of the rambunctious class. "There's no required clothing for this exercise, and because of that," The teacher pulled out a remote, activating the system within the walls and revealing the costume slots. "You're allowed to wear your costumes. However, remember that you haven't gotten used to them yet, and they might hinder your abilities in some manners. So go on, get changed."

The students obeyed and all got out of their seats. As they all went to get their costumes, Midoriya remained in his seat. This kind of training was very important: it was from a rescue mission that All Might rose to popularity. It was very important work, and something that All Might was very accustomed to. The green-haired teenager clenched his fist with determination: this would bring him one step closer to becoming All Might!


After quickly changing in the changing room, Class 1-A had gathered outside, where a bus was parked and ready to take them to their destination. As the students all clamored with one another, each of them teeming with excitement over the sort of exciting exercises they would be undertaking, the teenage esper couldn't help but notice the faint but still lingering look of disappointment in Yaoyorozu's eyes. Mob felt that he had to say something to try and ease her disappointment, but he found it difficult to gather the strength to even move from his spot. What the hell was wrong with Mob? Could he really be so meek that he couldn't even walk up and talk to her?

The esper shook himself up and gathered the strength to begin a walking pace. Mob shouldn't be afraid of a simple conversation! Yaoyorozu noticed her classmate walk towards him and greeted him with a small smile. "Kageyama. Is the afternoon treating you well?"

"I'm fine," replied Mob, rubbing the back of his head. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry that you didn't get to be class rep. I could tell that you really wanted the position."

Yaoyorozu's eyes widened, momentarily taken off-guard by Kageyama's consolation for her loss. She did not think anyone would find it of importance or even noticed her disappointment in general. The fact that her classmate had actually taken note of this couldn't help but slightly touch her heart.

"Thank you." The female teenager's head lowered nominally, her lips pressed tightly. "I was indeed hoping I would get the position. It would have given me the opportunity to show my worth and lead the class on a better path."

"That doesn't mean you still can't do that as vice representative," contested Kageyama, "You might not have as much power, but you can still make a big difference."

Yaoyorozu's head tilted up to face Kageyama, her onyx eyes beginning to lightly sparkle with fascination. That single look of awe and light in her eyes was enough to turn Mob's ears red and cause a cascade of sweat to pour down the esper's face.

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"Kagey-"

The vice rep's sentence was cut short by the loud whistle of her superior, who was already attempting to fulfill his new role as class rep to the best of his abilities.

"Alright everyone! Get into two single-filed lines, organized based on your student numbers, so we can move as efficiently as possible!" Iida made a few more blows of his whistle while chopping his arm down to bring the students into proper formation. Many of the students formed comedic sweat beads: they should've expected something like this from him. He was the most serious one in the class, after all.

Seeing no reason to protest, the students all did as he commanded, and in less than thirty seconds, the entire class had gotten on the bus. However, as soon as they got on the bus, Iida's throat closed up: the layout of the bus was not what he'd had in mind. He thought it would be organized like a regular school bus, with ten rows of seats, and two individuals for each seat. However, this bus had a more open layout, with eight seats facing towards each other and the rest of the seats facing towards the front of the bus.

As the rest of the class got on the bus and had already begun making their way towards the training arena, Iida bent his upper body down in shame. "This bus's layout completely ruined my boarding strategy."

The students sitting adjacent to him couldn't help but smile at their classmate's overly serious demeanor.

"Iida, you really need to chill," remarked Ashido. Sitting together in the front eight-seated area were Midoriya and Kageyama, and in between them was none other than Tsuyu Asui. The short and reserved teenager was a very neutral and seemingly unemotional individual like Mob, and also like Mob, she would often voice her opinions to others whenever she felt the urge. In fact, at the moment, there was something that was on her mind.

"I mean, if you're pointing out the obvious, then there's something I'd like to add," the frog-like teenager's head turned towards Midoriya, confusing the fanboy, "about you, Midoriya." The verdant-eyed student felt a small blush creep up on his cheeks, while Kageyama couldn't help but feel a small sense of uneasiness growing within him.

"Uh, about me, you said? What is it, Asui?"

"I told you to call me Tsu."

"Right, right..."

"Your quirk, I've noticed it's a lot like All Might's." Midoriya and Kageyama felt their bodies freeze up. Crap! Someone had noticed the similarities between their powers!

"Oh really?" Midoriya said, multiple sweat beads beginning to form on his face while his fingers awkwardly twiddled. "I hadn't noticed."

"I don't think they're THAT similar," continued Kageyama.

"Well, you've gotta remember something Tsu." Kirishima, who was among the eight students sitting in the front of the bus, decided to chime in on the conversation. "When All Might uses his quirk, he doesn't hurt himself. That's a huge difference."

The two training partners took stifled sighs of relief. Thank god Kirishima was there to help bail them out of this situation. "Anyway, it's a pretty strong quirk, and if we're talking about strong powers, the ones who've really got some pro quirks are Todoroki, Bakugo, and Kageyama."

Bakugo, whose eyes were lazily gazing out at the scenery rushing on the outside, heard his name and Kageyama's name being mentioned, and moved his eyes away from the window to the conversation they were having.

Kirishima decided to delve further into the last name on his personal list. "Kageyama, I'm especially jealous of you. Your quirk's got so many uses, it's unbelievable."

"It's really impressive," continued Tsu, who wanted to delve deeper into her psychic classmate's quirk, "In fact, your quirk actually has a few similarities to All Might too."

Once again, Izuku and Shigeo were caught off-guard by their peer's comment. "Guess it's just coincidence," Mob retorted, unsure of how to defend himself. Even though he wasn't the next successor of One for All, he didn't want to potentially draw any attention between himself and All Might. That would probably make things a lot worse.

"Though I guess it's not technically the same, since you've also got your telekinesis coupled with it, which gives you a lot of additional uses," Tsu continued. The two friends calmed down: the heat was off of them again.

"Yea man, you freaking rule," Kaminari commented.

"It's quite possibly one of the most powerful quirks I've ever encountered," Iida remarked.

"You're probably the best student in the entire class, maybe in the whole grade!" Ashido complimented.

"Guys, guys..." The bowl-haired esper respectfully put his hands up towards the other students, causing them to go silent out of curiosity. While it was nice to be praised, the esper felt that his classmates were getting a bit too carried away with his psychic powers and what they could do. It was as if that was all they were judging him for. "I appreciate your compliments, but I'm not better than any of you just because I have this quirk."

Everyone on the bus instantly drew their attention towards the powerful esper. Bakugo, whose eyes were only lightly focused on their conversation, set laser-focus on the teenager. The vein on his temple began to throb, and he felt his teeth clenching up: what the hell was the bowl-haired nerd doing? Even the generally apathetic teacher who was simply off in his own world piqued his head over towards his bowl-haired student. Like Tsu, he couldn't help but take more interest in this esper, wondering what he would say now that he had the floor.

"I might be able to do some cool things with my powers, but that doesn't automatically mean I'm better than anyone here because of it. All of you have different strengths and characteristics that I don't have, and I don't mean your quirks and what they can do." The first person whose eyes he went to was Iida.

"It could be your ability to lead," said Mob, trailing his eyes next to his training partner, "Your strong body, or your ability to interact with others. There're plenty of other strengths that don't have to do with your powers. All those abilities are important to live in society, and I'm hoping that I'll be able to improve in those areas while I'm here at U.A."

Everyone was stunned silent. For the hot-headed blonde, he quickly grew irritated. Here this bowl-cut went again, preaching about how unimportant his quirk was or quirks in general were. Not only did it further prove that Kageyama really meant what he told Bakugo after the quirk apprehension test, but that he didn't care what everyone else thought of his power. What the hell was wrong with this guy?

As the shock of the esper's words continued to resonate throughout the bus, the first one to snap out of this shock and express her thoughts was Tsu.

"Wow. Coming from someone with such a strong quirk, that's really saying something," the frog-like girl remarked. With this single comment sharing his own inner thoughts, Tsu's interest and respect for the esper increased several times. His statement proved her assumption that he didn't place all of his value in his quirk, instead valuing more human characteristics and personality traits to define one's worth.

"Kageyama, your humility is truly remarkable." Similarly, Iida was impressed by his classmate's lack or inflated pride, and bowed his head in utter respect.

"Dude." Kirishima was particularly moved by his classmate's humble words, clenching his fist while his body began to lightly shake. "Your words are so manly."

Even the generally taciturn and quiet Tokoyami couldn't help but chime in and express his admiration of his classmate's noble nature. "Humble words indeed, Kageyama."

"Yep." The green-haired fanboy's face beamed with pride and pleasure, and he wrapped his arm around the esper's shoulders. "That's the kind of guy he is." Mob was beginning to feel flustered by all of his praise for his character. For someone who'd spent all of his life being treated as ordinary or unimpressive by his peers, suddenly being praised on a near-daily basis for not just his psychic powers, but for his character, was a very new experience for him.

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"T-Th-Thank you," Mob muttered, those being the only words the bowl-haired esper could spew out of his mouth.

Sitting beside one another, Uraraka and Yaoyorozu were taken aback by this sincere and humble side of their bowl-haired esper like everyone else.

"God, Kageyama's such a nice guy, isn't he?" Uraraka said, closing her eyes and forming her lips into a smile.

"Yes, he is." Yaoyorozu watched as Kageyama's face continued to ripen like a tomato as their classmates gave him praise. Although he appeared very meek and reserved, Kageyama had a very gentle side to him, which he showed to Yaoyorozu only a few minutes before. It was interesting to see that in someone so powerful, especially when comparing his demeanor to their classmates who had very powerful quirks like Bakugo and Todoroki.

"Huh." Their homeroom teacher gazed at the powerful psychic. Kageyama was nothing like he'd expected. Being a teacher for these past few years had given him a close-up look into the arrogance and confidence of powerful teenager quirk-users, and all of them were obsessed with strengthening their quirk, becoming the best hero they could. But this child? He was nothing like that. Like All Might and the other students, Aizawa simply couldn't help but be drawn towards him, his noble qualities. Where did Kageyama come to think with this kind of mentality?

Aizawa felt the bus beginning to slow down. He looked to the front, and sure enough, they'd arrived at their destination.

"Everybody up. We're here."

The teenagers all did as they were told and vacated the bus in an orderly fashion. Once they got outside to stretch their legs, they got a better view of the area they would be training: it was an extremely large dome with who-knew-what built on the inside.

"Hello, Class 1-A! I've been waiting for you!"

Standing at the entrance of the dome was a person a white , puffy space suit, giving the impression the person inside had a large frame, along with a black helmet adorned white eyes, and a pair of yellow boots. While Kageyama remained as oblivious as ever to who this hero was, many of the other students gasped in amazement, with Midoriya being ready to read off her identity like he was reading off an official hero encyclopedia.

"It's the space hero, Thirteen! She's a pro who's rescued a ton of people from natural disasters all across the world!"

Midoriya clasped his hands over his mouth while his verdant eyes brightened with amazement, but he was not the only one who admired this hero.

"Oh my god!" shouted Uraraka, waving her arms with excitement, "Thirteen's one of my favorite heroes!"

The female hero was pleased at the initial reaction of this class. It seemed that she'd be able to impart upon them some valuable lessons. "Come inside. I can't wait to show you what we've got in store for you."

"This is gonna be awesome!" A good majority of the class recanted this with building fervor, while other students, including Mob, were mostly indifferent and made their way into the building with no high expectations or bubbling anticipation. However, once they saw the sheer magnitude of the arena, all of the students were baffled. Not only was the size unbelievable, but there were multiple different areas with different characteristics. The school really went all-out to design this arena.

"This is like an amusement park!" said Kirishima.

"Each area is meant to replicate a specific disaster: a fire, windstorm, shipwreck, landslide, etc.! I personally designed this facility as a way to give students the proper training for multiple different types of disasters! I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or just U.S.J!"

"Hold on." The Eraser hero approached his fellow teacher, noticing that there was something amiss. "Where's All Might? I thought he'd be here by now." Aizawa rolled his eyes and looked off to the side. "Lemme guess: he's too busy cuz he scheduled an interview for this time instead?"

"Actually..." Thirteen leaned her head towards the hero. "He spent his morning doing hero work and used up too much of his energy." The space hero held up three fingers, secretly signifying the amount of time he'd used up in his muscular form. "He's resting right now in the teacher's lounge."

While the students were out of earshot and had no idea what Thirteen was doing raising her three fingers, Midoriya and Kageyama quickly understood the sign and realized what had likely happened. As Thirteen filled Aizawa in on the details, Shigeo shuffled a few inches towards Izuku and leaned his head near his ear.

"So you mean All Might's..."

"That's right," whispered Izuku, "He's out of power." The two teenagers drooped their bodies: how unfortunate that the symbol of peace couldn't be in attendance. It just went to show how grievous his injuries were and how much weaker he'd become as a result.

"All Might really is the height of irresponsibility," muttered Aizawa, running his hand through his hair. It was a definite annoyance, but just him and Thirteen would be enough to handle things. "Alright then. Clock's ticking, let's get started."

"Excellent!" Aizawa stepped to the side to allow Thirteen to take the stage. "Before we begin, there're some important things I need to go over, so listen carefully!

"I'm sure most of you are aware that I have a very powerful quirk. It's called Black Hole, which allows me to suck up anything and turn it into dust."

"Yea, yea!" Midoriya had heard of her quirk and it's potency, and Uraraka was also familiar with it, nodding her head up and down in a frantic manner. "You've used your quirk to save people all the time."

"Yes, that's true. But my quirk also has the potential to kill." The two energetic students were snapped out of their happy-go-lucky state of mind. Furthermore, Kageyama was particularly drawn into her statement.

"You all have quirks that have very destructive capabilities. In our society, quirks are certified and carefully regulated, which causes us to often ignore how catastrophic they can be. One wrong misstep, one miscalculation, and your quirk could very easily kill someone, even if you're attempting to perform a noble deed such as rescuing someone."

As the space hero spoke, Kageyama's mind travelled back to the first time he met his master, when he gave him one of his most important pieces of wisdom.

"Depending on how we choose to use our powers, they can also be deadly weapons. Just the same as knives."

Now, this same vital information was being informed by a teacher at U.A. High. It pleased Mob to know that there were others in this world who understood the potential deadliness of their powers and the harm that could be done with them.

"You've all gotten the chance to see the potential of your quirks from Aizawa's apprehension test, and All Might's combat training also showed you the deadliness of your quirks when used on others. Carry those lessons over to this class and always remember what could happen if you misuse your powers against others. Today, you're going to use your powers to learn how to save the lives of others! You won't be using your powers to attack enemies or each other, only to help. After all, that's the true duty of a hero: ensuring the safety of others."

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"That's all I have to say. Thank you all for listening." Thirteen bowed and stretched her arms while the students all applauded her very inspirational speech. Even the emotionless esper had been caught up in the bubbling excitement and cheered Thirteen and her speech. She was the kind of individual whom he could understand the most and preached ideals he believed in the most. This would be an excellent training day to help others!

"Alright, settle down!" The unkempt teacher didn't want to waste time with prolonged cheering. "Now with her speech over, we can-"

A jolt of electricity spread throughout the lights illuminating the arena, dimming the area. The students all gasped in confusion. What was this all about?

In the center of the arena, there was some sort of... distortion. Soon, that distortion took the form of a black hole. Up at the entrance, the male hero's eyes widened as he turned around to see what was happening. Something was definitely wrong.

In an instant, that black hole spurted out, enlarging until it was several feet in diameter. The hairs on Aizawa's neck stood up, and he gasped: there was something emerging from the hole, a hand.

The teacher's instincts kicked in. Whatever this was, whoever was emerging from this hole, they were most definitely not a friend.

"Everyone, stay together and don't move! Thirteen, protect the students!"

Class 1-A didn't understand what their homeroom teacher was talking about. What did they need to protect the students from?

"Whoa, what the hell is that thing?" Kirishima looked down at the center of the arena and noticed the black hole. Coming out from the black hole was the same man who'd watched as the reporters questioned the students to get any details on the number one hero. Accompanying him were several other intimidating individuals with bulky builds, unnerving masks, and dangerous weapons in their hands.

"Wait a minute, I don't get it. Is this the training? I thought you said we'd be doing rescue."

Midoriya didn't understand this turn of events either and took a step forward, but was instantly stopped by Aizawa's forceful voice. "Stand back!"

Midoriya, Kageyama and the other classmates looked at their teacher and felt their heartbeats shoot up when they saw him put on his goggles. "This isn't a training exercise. Those are real villains!"

All of the students gasped, and many of their bodies began to tremble. For the bowl-haired esper, even he couldn't help but feel somewhat frightened by what was happening, although having had to face several enemies before, this was hardly a new experience. He looked down and saw that dozens upon dozens of individuals had come out of the hole. So it turned out Thirteen was wrong: instead of saving others, it appeared that they were the ones who were going to need to be saved today.

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Well, that's a wrap for this chapter! Mob got the chance to express his opinions and give the students his personal opinion on quirks! That'll definitely get him some points later on! Well, now all you have to do is wait to see how Mob's gonna handle the villains and how exactly things are gonna turn out for Class 1-A. Until Chapter 13!