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Chapter 3: A Young Girl's Victory

Tanya Dͪeͤgͬuͦrechaff, 'ˢAͭcͧeͩ ͤᶰoͭf ͦᶰAͤceͣs', ˢCͤoͣlͭoᶰnͧeͫᵇlͤʳ of the ˢSͥaͯlamander Kampfgruppe

The choking drowning waters.

I'm safe now.

"Colonel! Get down!"

This isn't real-

"Colonel! Get Down!"

I blinked. The smells, the sounds, and the sights of the battlefield flooded my senses once again, despite being years and miles away from the warzone. I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

I shook with a sudden jolt. A wave of nausea continued to sweep over me, and there was a pain in my chest. I was falling- I grabbed my neck, my fingers tearing at the rope holding laughs echoed around me-

It was dark.

A flash of light. I gasped for military parade was in full swing, with proud soldiers marching in formation down the street while crowds of civilians lined the sidewalks to cheer us on. Patriotic music filled the air, punctuated by the occasional roar of a fighter plane flying overhead. It was a glorious display of the Empire's military might, celebrating victory and national pride. My Mages, for once, was not on duty for a celebration- the Emperor himself insisted we march with honors.

I looked over my soldiers from the military truck behind the formation. I was standing at attention with pride in my eyes. It was a sight to behold, their uniforms pristine and their movements precise. The flag of the Empire was in the hands of my second in command… who was waving his hand out of formation; I clenched my teeth for a moment before I recognized the little figure on the lady's shoulder in the crowd. That was his wife and daughter, wasn't it? Fine. Weiss earned at least that much from me. It's okay now. We won.

I eyed the reviewing stand a few blocks away; it was really like a dream. The war was finally over with the peace deal signed. Despite my worries about another war breaking out, it's safe now.

We. Won.

-Pain- Sirens-

Gas

"Colonel! Get down!"

The shriek of air raid sirens. The crowds scattered in panic as explosions rocked the ground, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Gas.

The soldiers caught off guard, scrambled for cover as enemy planes swooped down to strafe the parade.

Death

I fell from the truck, a nearby explosion forcing me off towards the pavement. I reached for an orb that wasn't there; what was was no random attack- the peace deal- a coordinated assault on the heart of the Empire. Sounds of gunfire and the screams of wounded soldiers and civilians all around. We need to act fast if we want to survive.

I turned, but everything became blurred. My face- it was burning.

Yellow Death

I shouted out orders to the closest blurs- I can't remember- my voice wasn't-The thunderous roar of artillery fire, the screams of the wounded, the acrid smell of burning buildings-all of it was as vivid and terrifying as ever.

A hand reached out for my throat-I waved my hand- I was slow- my body wasn't responding-

Through the Yellow Fog, red eyes glared at me from behind a gas mask-

Rope

I puked bile from the scent of blood and chemicals in the sound of gunfire echoed as the figure stepped back- the noose falling to the ground before me.

"Sͣtͬ…ͪstͦʷayͦʷ bͦʷacͦʷk!ͣ ͬᵍGͪ…gͦʷo.ͦʷ"

The blurred figure stepped closer- I stumbled back- my throat contracting-

"Gͥo ͪAͣwͭaͤyʸ!ͦ ͧHelp!"

I turned slightly, seeing Weiss's body next to me- I couldn't scream as I felt my shoulder grabbed- I was shoved into a river of blood.

I struggled to fight back- but the arm shoved me back into the pond- away from the burning chemicals in the air- a short reprieve before my lungs caught on fire- I thrashed and kicked for blood- but water- I coughed and gasped for breath-

My face burned with the chemical- the Yellow- no. no.

I'm safe now. We won.

I was drenched in sweat, my body trembling with exhaustion.

I have to keep going and living, but the memories-Weiss.-I'm safe now.

A hand rubbed circles on my back as I cried.

Aizawa Shouta, Pro Hero Eraserhead, Homeroom Teacher of Hero Class 1-A

I consider myself to be many things. Serious, rational, emotionally composed, and a harsh taskmaster. I strive to be all these things to ensure that the kids that come to my class to be Heroes can survive in the matter what others say about my methods, I know that to be a successful hero. One that survives longer than a few years. One must be disciplined and prepared for any situation. The consequences one faces when not rational- when one lets their emotions overrule their common sense…

That only leads to-

Students come to this school without discipline, without any control over themselves. They do not deserve to be a Hero. It's for their own benefit that they are expelled and sent to some other career path before they become a danger to themselves and the people they are trying to protect.

Every day I remind myself of this while-

How did it come to this?

Eight years ago, I struggled to find work at an agency due to bias against my quirk, which I believed was gone away in high school like a fool. There will always be Quirkists out there. Something I will have to remind those who take my class. When I finally reached out to an old classmate, I was told about the significant turnover at my old alumni. Teaching shouldn't be too tricky, so I took a crash course and secured myself as a teacher's assistant before becoming a full-time teacher the following year.

I still patrolled the outskirts at night; it was only logical to keep up my old contacts in case something happened, but other than that, I was confident teaching skills and took to it like a fish to water. The contract I signed gave me almost unilateral control over punishments and training, a byproduct of having a civilian administration that did not truly understand the hero curriculum. With that, I expelled any students who had put zero effort into their quirk or body. There is no reason to struggle to train lazy good for nothing, nobodies. If, at this point, there was no effort put in on their part, what could I do beyond this point but be the one sending a child off to an early grave?

Stomping out their frivolous dreams is a cruel justice I must impart to save those young ones from not only the cold hard world but from themselves.

I may seem harsh at times to my fellow teachers, but that is only because I genuinely believe it is better for these children to die here. Then it is for them to die out in the field.

As the door to Nedzu's office swung open. I couldn't help but feel a minor twinge of fear. For the last few years, I was called here at this time. Always to defend my decision to expel certain students or to listen to a complaint that never goes anywhere due to the school's N.D.A.s and agreements with the HPSC.

I have always won in the end, of course. The students had no potential for hero work, and such things were obvious after the fact to those involved. Some vowed to prove me wrong and trained themselves at lesser schools, but of course, they never became anything more than a statistic if they even made it that like-I adjusted my Capture Scarf to ward off the chill on my shoulders, eyeing the only chair in front of the principal's desk. I took this moment to think about what this could be this time. I haven't expelled anyone or even put forth the second round of recommendations for expulsions I had stacked on my desk.

Kaminari's complete lack of self-control is unbecoming of a student of this school, and Yamada's complete inability to hold in her lunch-

I sneered at the memory of the bile; I had to take a quick shower before this back to the first set of forms I submitted, I prepared my arguments. After I took a moment to bow and stepped into the office, taking the seat across from the rat.

I noted that the rat only had one tea cup out, a clear indicator that this was not a social call. Time for war, then.

"Now, Aizawa, you don't want to be here, and I don't want you here. So quickly answer my questions. What possesses you to continue to make threats you have no right to make?" The rat pressed his paws together, sitting in the oversized chair behind its desk while those beady eyes bored into my soul. There was no jovial smile or any of his, frankly, poor attempts at putting on a human façade anywhere to be seen.

I grunted at the question, "It was only logical. It gave them the motivation to try their hardest in the test, and it forced those who had no potential to stand out more, as you can clearly see in my report." If I stole that explanation from one of the students, whatever. I didn't break eye contact and kept my voice strong. The lawyer I've been in contact with has taught me how to best defend my clearly rational choices. "We need a proper evaluation of their skills to best train those who deserve to be here." The moment the words left my mouth, I could feel the sudden shift in the room's atmosphere as the rat's eyes seemed to darken and grow colder.

"I see. So you want to fall back to the argument of logic and reason?" The rat stood from its chair, climbing onto the table while clapping its small paws together. "Your every action these past three years has been illogical, driven by your past experiences and emotions that you've internalized. Despite your misguided belief. Time has passed. These students are not you… No, you don't see yourself in them…" The rat bared its fangs for a moment before putting its paws behind its back. "You see, Oboro Shira-" "You do not get to say his name!"

I glared down at the rat, having stood up from my chair. I took a moment to calm down. The sheer audacity to insinuate that I could be biased or illogical. Bringing up the dead as an argument? Inhuman, just like this rat.

I fixed my scarf before stating my case; I just need to get this farce over with, then I can go back on patrol, "My recommendations have no bias. Yamada and Izuku have both shown pathetic behavior combined with them both having complete lack of control over their quirks. Something that only comes from not bothering to practice them at all over the course of their entire lives. I have every reason to doubt their abilities to be successful heroes. There is no way people like them will be able to do anything without becoming a liability to those around them, and if you aren't going to expel them, at least transfer them out of the hero course." My piece said; I turned around.

I heard growling from the rat, so I turned back, eyeing the thing. Who knows if it has decided to stop being human. "I see. Even after failing your last class in every way due to your skewed views. Failing in such a spectacular way that they have formed a lawsuit strong enough that the HPSC has not been able to immediately dispose of it in the courts. You choose to continue to believe that you are in the right... Allow me to enlighten you about your two 'recommendations' then. Yamada is a survivor. Her birthplace just happened to be at Kamino Hospital, at the time of an attack."

I remember that day. I wasn't part of the operation, but it blew up on HeroNet- A group of villains took over the hospital, using the third floor and paternity ward as hostages. This somehow warranted a response from the top ten heroes at the time, leaving most of the hospital in shambles. However… "No one died that day." or so I thought until now. I'll have to look more into that situation-

The rat turned away, waving his arm, "Right right." he began pacing while speaking, "Regardless, she was then put in an Orphanage. Her quirk manifested violently and she underwent training to control it by the HPSC. They ruled her out of their own hero training program only because the group was shut down shortly after she was found. You should remember the whole outcome of that fallout. It's why you were even given the job here."

What? What does that have to deal with-

"Here's my favorite quote from the report, 'subject shows no desire for glory or fame, even when she believes no one is watching she consistently puts the needs of others before herself. Her quirk is powerful and in the right hands will be a great boon for our society, easily marketable. A perfect candidate for the program.'"

Damn, the rat likes to hear himself talk. Government reports? I scoffed, "You trust some government agents' judgment? They can barely tax people correctly, let-" "I'm not done speaking." I could barely resist rolling my eyes at the animal.

"Despite her dangerous quirk she continued to train it every week under the watchful eye of former pro hero Joyful Fist," I scowled.

That damn woman. She's the exact kind of hero that shouldn't have taken the job- too focused on networking and not enough on training. She's why- "And it was with one of your fellow teachers' recommendations that she was allowed to take the exam in the first place."

Who?

The rat stopped pacing before turning to meet my eyes. I had fully turned back towards the table during his rant, "Now Izuku. He was quirkless until the day of the Entrance exam."

That- that doesn't, "Though your belief that he is weak and barely able to keep up with his classmates without using his quirk is concerning. As someone who relies primarily on support gear and surprise attacks due to your quirk only being the ability to take away the quirks of others…."

The rat growled through bared teeth, and I spotted the fur in his back rising. "In fact, your rant at the start of this year towards your student's reeks of a radical political ideology. I'm sure your aware of Destro and his Liberation Army, Might makes Righ-"

"Whoever compared me to that villain is insane and has no idea what they are talking about. All I said was that the school board is being illogical in that physical exams without the use of quirks is outdated as no one is create-"

"That right there. You are a teacher, you are not a member of the school board. Your opinions are not fact- and they can be taken the wrong way by your students! For your information the reason quirks are not used in those exams is for fitness! Healthy habits for children to get used to exercise! They do not use their quirks as not all of them will become Heroes! It's against the LAW that YOU protect! I will not hear of this again. Do not let me hear of you spreading your toxic views of the law and society to your students again."

The rats' eyes were boring into my own; the inhuman blackness and raised fur made me weary. However, I maintained eye contact, readying to defend myself. After several seconds, it was the rat who broke eye contact. Sighing before hopping back onto its overly fluffed chair, "I'm sure I don't have to say it to you, but your recommendations are denied. Get out of here. Yagi will take over your heroic lesson tomorrow- you have your date with the court. Don't be late this time."

Recognizing the dismissal for what it was, I turned around and left.

Damn rat. Who does it think it is.

How dare he bring up-

I barely remember marching out of the school, grabbing my things, and waving off Yamada- Present Mics- questions.

Time to find out what happened five years ago and bury this rat.

Kyoka Jiro, Hero Student, 1-A Seat # 12

For all the cheering of Sato facing justice for daring to think he could get away from the shared misery of the class- his reaction to the spray was bland. Pain- crying- cleaning- done.

He passed, of course- leaving the only failure being Bakugo.

When he realized that I was expecting some curses and explosions, however, all he did was sit there frozen.

Guess there is more to that guy than just rudeness?

Whatever. When Recovery Girl left, saying to relax for the next few minutes before school ended, my main focus was on more important things, such as Tanya silently shaking and crying in her chair. She was no longer openly crying after having been cured by Recovery Girl. However, I wasn't the only one to notice the vacant stare and the almost inaudible muttering and sobbing based on Asui's blank stare.

The sounds she made must have been outside the normal hearing range as Bakugou had yet to explode on the shell-shocked girl despite being right next to her.

The girl was talking to herself- or at least that's what I think anyway; it was like a mix of English and German. Cool to know she could speak other languages- bad, I can't translate most of it.

But I could translate her saying 'don't hurt me.' or was that can't?

Having listened to countless hours of quirk music for inspiration my mind unhelpfully added 'no more.'

So when the bell rang, and she fell to the floor in shock, I rushed over to Bakugou, who was leaning over Tanya, so I shoved him out of the way and stabbed him with my ear jacks, "Beat it."

He snarled, but looking down at Tanya, he scoffed and left.

Jerk.

I turned around and spotted some classmates watching from their seats or standing. I gave a glare before turning back to Tanya. She was sitting up now, leaning against the table, shaking; I blurted out, "Are you okay Tanya?" Damnit Kyoka! Obviously not!

I sat beside her, glaring at anyone looking our way and not beating it. Ashido seemed to get the message and pushed a frozen Midoriya, staring out of the room.

Looking back toward Tanya, I see her sitting there with a far-off look in her eyes. I can tell she's just had a panic attack, and she's struggling to cope with whatever it is, but I'm not sure what to do.

I reach out and take her hand, letting her know that I'm here for her. She looks towards me, and I can see the fear and anxiety in her face melt away. Only to quickly get replaced by panic.

She slipped her hand out of mine and stumbled while grabbing her things; without a glance back, she rushed off, ignoring me and calling her name.

I tried to follow, but by the time I reached the door, I spotted her passing some other students and turning the corner at the end of the hall.

I grit my teeth. I pulled out my phone to text her, then remembered she said she didn't have a phone. The number she gave wasn't hers.

I moved to click the call button when I stopped.

Who's to say that her parents aren't the problem.

My frustration was growing.

Fine, I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Tanya Yamada, Hero Student 1-A Seat #6

I'm so stupid, stupid-

Curse that Being X.

Why did I run out like that? First, I let myself remember the end then I just ran away from the class-

How did that even happen? An attack in Berum, of all places, with no warnings- forget it.

It's another life away. Whatever happened at the end doesn't matter. Being X pushing his finger on the scales to force a victory like an upset child that was denied ice cream.

Stupid, stupid-

I won't let all my plans crumble over a moment of weakness. Thankfully I don't have to worry about a reflash of the spray and potentially thinking about-

I'm safe. It's over.

Kyoka's face when I rushed out of the room made me cringe.

I will have to come up with something believable if I want to keep her friendship. A hero student has no reason to keep hanging out with someone weak.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

I ignored the other passengers as I wracked my brain, trying to come up with something.

Wait- you know what.

Clarity.

I'll just ignore it. Kids have short memories, right? So long as I don't bring it up for a few days, Aizawa will do something more dramatic, and everyone will forget about it.

If Kyoka asks something tomorrow, I'll just brush it off and tell her I'll discuss it later.

Which is never. But whatever!

Procrastination? Of course not. It's simple manipulation.

Now I just need to get home soon to ask Mita about signing up for after-school activities.

A crash was heard from outside, and the train slowed to a stop; as the intercom turned on,

"We are sorry, but a villain attack has been reported-"

Curse you, Being X; now I must sit here and deal with her fretting when I finally make it home.

Mummers of the other passengers before everyone seemed to pull out their phones, no doubt contacting their jobs or families about the delay. Not having that option, I glanced around at the others, debating if it was worth it to pull out my homework and get a headstart.

One of the older men caught my eye; he seemed familiar- short grey, almost silver hair, high cheekbones. General Zettour? The suit he wore looked more like a businessman ensemble over the military dress my friend used to wear. The red eyes startled me when we made eye contact. I turned away, wincing internally. Being caught staring at someone is rather rude.

"Is this," German? Well, I shouldn't have been surprised; he does look foreign. The old man cleared his throat next to me, taking my silence as confusion, "iz Dis-" Hearing the butcher of my language had me internally wince, so I interrupted him, "The seat is free sir."

I looked around, spotting empty seats all over the train. He was just looking for someone to converse with, and my eye contact pegged me as open…

He smiled while taking the seat, the slight grin further cementing the deja vuh I was feeling, "I thank you for this seat, my legs are not what they used to be."

I waved off the pleasantries and prepared myself for the inevitable conversation. Say what you will about stereotypes, but in my three lives, old men love to hear themselves talk…

The Zettour lookalike didn't seem to be an exception, thinking and fidgeting as if he wanted to say something but did not.

At least his indecisiveness finally shattered that image of my old friend from my mind.

As he stewed in his thoughts, I weighed the pros and cons of staying seated here or moving to another open seat and starting my homework…

I have nothing else to do besides some history and law. So…

"So what brings you to Japan?"

He smiled, relieved at not having to break the ice, I suppose.

"I am looking for family, my daughter married a man here for… how you say here? Quirk? All hush hush, someone found out and weren't happy. I find she-"

I tuned out the old man thinking about that revelation.

A quirk marriage. He's lucky he was talking in another language. Such a thing is rather frowned upon by the common people these days.

Some fringe science groups talking about nonsense like the impending "quirk singularity" or "animalistic/demihuman uprising."

Hogwash really. "Singularitiests" argues that Quirks are becoming so powerful they harm their owners leading to the downfall of society- ignoring how human bodies have adapted to contain the power of their own Quirks. Evolution at its finest. Or "Pure Humans" arguing that mutation quirks are slowly reverting humanity into animals while more and more quirked animals become sentient.

Both fringe groups used their pseudoscience to argue their case about how quirk marriages should be outlawed and petition to have harsher regulations on quirk use and marriages in general. Their theories have been disproven repeatedly, but like all free societies- some people only believe what they want to believe.

Thankfully such a thing has only really had traction in Japan…

Tuning back into the old man's rambling- something about a fight with his son-in-law about a business agreement when he went silent.

I looked at him, and he had a glazed-over look in his eyes while looking at me. I cleared my throat, and his eyes focused back on me.

"Sorry, You look remarkably like my little treasure… hmm" He started digging around in his wallet before sighing, "I left my picture with that woman... Ah well I don't schnurz-peep care I have others at home."

He put it away before he froze again, giving me an apologetic look, "My manners have escaped me, it seems; I'm used to talking to people who already know me. I am Fryderyk Gottschalk."

I grunted; what an unfortunate name, "A pleasure to meet you, I am Tanya Yamada."

He smiled and held out his hand to shake when the train started to move again.

I shook his hand, ignoring the intercom apologizing for the delay, and reminding us to pick up a free day pass.

We talked for a while longer as the train moved, nothing really in particular.

Despite my misgivings at the start, I found myself enjoying the train ride. It took a bit for me to brush the rust off my German, saying a word or two wrong, which Fryderyk pointed out and corrected, and I learned a little bit about his export business and how his daughter met his 'Bolshevik' loving son-in-law.

When he brought up the light from my throat, I shared a little about my quirk. Telling him I was training in the Hero Course of U.A.

He laughed at that, giving an offhand comment about 'Ladungsinspektors' (Cargo Cops? I needed to look that word up later.) Making his job difficult at times.

I was so relaxed talking to the old man I was startled when I vaguely heard the intercom call for my stop.

"My apologies Fryderyk. This is my stop. I hope you find what you're looking for here."

I gave him a bow while grabbing my things. He stood up, his height dwarfing me easily as he leaned down to pat my shoulder, "I already have my little treasure. Good luck in your school."

What a kind old man.

Joining the crowd in the street, I headed home with a smile. Trying to ignore the sense of loss as my eyes took back in all the Kanji and Japanese architecture.

I missed being around my people. I'll have to visit there on vacation in the future.

Quickly walking up the path to the orphanage, I was greeted by the various sounds of children and the tired visage of Mita.

After explaining the reason for my delay and presenting my desire to join the various after-school activities, she quickly agreed to them and gave me a phone.

She quickly gave me a run down about how to be responsible and not use the phone to make long-distance calls and not give out the number for various scams. And that if anything were to happen to me, make sure to call her.

I just nodded and resolved to only use it for school and networking and made sure to remove the games from the home screen.

So that's why tonight, instead of using the old computer, I just spent time familiarizing myself with the workings of a twenty-third-century phone… mostly successfully.

—-

The next day came much sooner than I would have liked… what I wouldn't do for a nice cup of coffee or energy drink.

Tiredness is not a good enough reason for tardiness, so I took what moments of rest I could have on the train and walked up to the homeroom door feeling slightly more energetic.

I double-checked the uniform with my phone's camera before walking in. (it took a rather embarrassingly long time yesterday to learn I had to swipe the app upwards rather than just press the button.)

Whatever tiredness I had washed away when I opened the door, the large, broad-shouldered image of the Number One Hero Stood proudly behind the teacher's desk.

"Come in, come in Young Yamada."

His sheer presence and voice commanded all my attention. So it took a moment for me to numbly step into the room, closing the door behind me. The other students looked to be in their own stages of shock, though Mina had her phone trained on the door.

I made sure to glare at her wide grin. I'll have to tell her to delete that later.

"I admit I am here a little early so don't mind me and mingle with your friends until class starts."

I numbly nodded and tried to look as professional as possible while I took a seat.

After taking a seat and pulling out my materials for our first class, I took this time to take in the Pro Hero.

All Might is a towering figure, commanding respect even while not looking at anyone. Even while out of uniform and in his business suit and tie. His muscular physique straining against the fabric, and his chiseled features and intense gaze suggest the man has great emotional strength and determination.

Just sitting there at the teacher's desk, his broad shoulders and imposing presence command respect, and he radiates an aura of authority and wisdom. He is truly a leader and master of his field.

Despite his formidable appearance, however, the warmth and kindness in his eyes suggest deep compassion and concern for his students.

Overall, All Might is an imposing yet approachable figure, exuding both power and grace in equal measure.

Truly there is something to be said about all the hype around his name.

One by one, the rest of my classmates filed into the room, each with their own shocked experiences seeing All Might before rushing to their seats.

Izuku must have either been left in the dark by his father or must be a much better actor than I expected, as his reaction was as surprised as my own.

All Might's chuckles led credit to the former, however.

I blinked when the bell went off, and All Might stood on the opposite side of a now-filled chalkboard.

My textbook fluttered open from the brush of wind and the sound that echoed around the room.

"Good Morning hero hopefuls!"

A few students echoed out a good morning.

I am sure you were expecting Aizawa today, but fear not! He will be returning tomorrow.

Today we will be doing two things that will decide your future here at U.A.

First…

My muscles tensed as everyone leaned in, preparing for something to happen. Then he flexed and pointed towards the words on the chalkboard that everyone now took the time to read.

Class Representatives

Lead:

Vice:

You will decide on your class representatives!

In the back of the class, Kaminari shouted, "So normal!"

All Might laughed before continuing with his loud attention-grabbing voice; while your time here at U.A. will be hectic and full of surprises, you will look towards these two people to guide you and lead you into being the best that you can be. Whoever you pick will be who you go to for guidance when no one teacher is around.

He leaned forward after sweeping his eyes across the class.

Choose wisely.

And with that, he disappeared; a wave of wind washed over the class, and his voice echoed from the open door.

You have five minutes!

Truly. A master of public speaking. If I learn anything from him, I need to learn that.

A second passed before most of the class stood up and started arguing.

I grit my teeth as everyone tried to talk over one another, with no order or discipline in sight.

Ida tried to get everyone to quiet down but instead got into an argument with Bakugo over school rules as the explosive boy tried to use his quirk to grab everyone's attention.

As I looked over everyone reminding myself these were all children, I saw Kyoka holding her jacks.

That, and sensing All Might's unique vibrations from just beyond the door, spurned me into dragging up the one voice I knew would grab everyone's attention.

Silence! Enough!

Like a whipcrack, All Might's voice echoed in the classroom, and everyone turned towards me.

"Thank you. Let's not make a poor first impression towards the number one hero." I glared at the flash from Ashidos phone and hopped down from my desk.

"You were standing on-" "Shut up," Kyoka used her ear jacks to keep Ida from interrupting me as I moved to the front of the room.

I smiled at her and looked up at the class, "Now I'm sure we all want to be leader. Being the class leader is one way to stand out and be noticed by Pro Heroes for internships and whatnot." Many of the class looked excited at the prospect, "But I ask you to actually think if you want to handle all the extra work such a thing will involve."

I turned towards the chalkboard for a moment, thinking of writing a list, but realized that I could barely write up to half of the board without assistance.

Being X-

"There will be meetings with the teachers, more scrutiny on your behavior, scheduling requests, and more." I looked over the class, noticing some grimacing over the idea of more work.

Good. Now for the pitch, "So we will now put it up for a vote, I see at least half of the class does not want to be representatives anymore so good luck and vote for who you want to be leaders now." With my peace said, I walked back towards my seat.

Ida unsurprisingly jumped up and took over, asking everyone to pass him their votes, and he will keep a tally.

Midoriya offered his notebook pages, but Yaoyorozu shut that down and created a hat and slips of paper from her arm.

I just nodded at a job well done and sat at my desk.

—-

I blinked at the results.

I stood at the front of the room again next to Midoriya with All Might's massive hands on our shoulders.

Well done! Midoriya and Yamada are class reps! Decide between you two which will be lead and who will be vice by Heroics 101.

Now without further ado, I will turn over the class to Ectoplasm-sensei! I'll see all of you Zygotes later! Watch closely how a hero leaves!

His booming voice faded away as he rushed out of the room in less than an eye blink.

Midoriya summed up my thoughts with his muttered voice. "This… wasn't a mistake?"

Authors note:

When speaking in a different language I not going to create some form of weird Japanese English German internal thoughts

Bs formatting you see in allot of fanfictions.

I'll just italicize it and make it clear it's another language. When it's like that I will use as literal translations as I can into English for words that don't really have the same meaning in different languages. And just explain the weird Grammar/phrases at the bottom of the chapter. Case in point.

My little (Jewel, gem or treasure) is a literal translation for Schatz or Schätzchen or Schatzi, and is a fairly common term of endearment from moms and dads to children in Germany.

Das ist mir schnurzpiepegal - I don't schnurz-peep care

is a way of saying you don't really care. Or you couldn't care less.

PS: When transferring this to FF. It messed up my formatting. so I hope I fixed it all before uploading.

PSS: stuffing trauma in a bottle doesn't help long term... Just a thought.

Update 5/5/2023: There was still some cutoffs and formatting issues... hopefully I got them all. This is the last time i use my phone to upload a document haha!