"You're electing a class president."

And with those five words from Aizawa, the class went nuts. It seemed like every single person present raised their hand, eager to take on the duty of a class president, and each had a very different reason for it. Yugo Aoyama wanted the job because Class 1-A deserved a shining beacon to represent them, and who among them shone as brightly as he did? Katsuki Bakugo wanted the job because he believed himself better than any and all of his classmates, even if that shitty cheater Deku had beaten him just yesterday. And Minoru Mineta wanted the job because somebody had to create a rule about maximum permissible skirt length, dang it, and if he had to do it himself than so be it!

Tenya Iida, being a man of culture, a learned young man well educated in the intricacies of government, leadership and otherwise managing groups, raised his hand as well. He was trained for a role such as this, practically raised to be class president and, eventually, the leader of a hero team like his beloved older brother. He took a long look around the room, taking in his fellows. He picked out from the crowd five people whose hands stayed down, a full fourth of the class.

Shoto Todoroki, ever distant and withdrawn, who merely watched with mismatched eyes as his classmates clamoured for the position he cared nothing for.

Momo Yaoyorozu, who looked about half a moment from lifting her hand, though she continued to hesitate. Tenya wondered what that was about; she was just as well educated as he was, and likely just as appropriate for the role. Why did she not volunteer?

Shoji Mezo, who seemed to be observing the class just like Tenya. Shoji was an imposing figure, with his six arms and his massive build; Tenya supposed he wasn't one for the spotlight. Tenya could understand that.

Tokoyami Fumikage, whose hands were on his desk and whose eyes were narrowed, his avian head bowed in a sign distinct displeasure. No doubt the noise and chaos frustrated the introverted boy, something Tenya could certainly sympathize with.

And finally... Izuku Midoriya, who seemed to be too busy scribbling down notes in his binder to pay any attention to what was happening around him. Tenya wondered what he was so focused on, and also envied him in part for the ease with which he ignored the chaos surrounding him.

Tenya raised his own hand, but before he could speak there was a sudden sound, and Izuku stood up with one hand raised. The class became quieter, not going completely silent but managing to lose at least some of its volume. Izuku was sheathed in that strange blue and pink afterimage, a ghostly visage layered over his own with tall ears and strange stitching all over his arms and legs. He placed a hand on his desk, a firm smacking sound ringing out loud and clear. Had his hair gotten longer, Tenya wondered? It seemed just a little more lengthy than it had been the day prior. Maybe his eyes were playing tricks on him.

"We should vote on it." Izuku declared, voice more clear than Tenya had ever heard it before. "Democratically. Each student puts forward their name, and whoever gets the most votes wins."

"Everybody'll just vote for themselves!" Denki Kaminari complained.

"No." Izuku shook his head, gesturing to the same five classmates Tenya had also observed remaining silent. "There are people who don't want the job. And some of us definitely aren't suitable. So we'll hold a preliminary round, where anybody who can get more than one vote moves on. And after that, you vote for your preferred candidate. That way there can only be ten candidates. First place becomes president, second place gets Vice President, and those two pick the rest of their cabinet."

"Why does Deku sound like a politician?" Ochaco Uraraka asked, leaning toward Tenya.

"I have no idea." Tenya replied truthfully, before also standing up and raising his voice. "I second Midoriya's motion!"

"Third." Kyoka Jirou said, standing up and raising her hand as well, to the surprise of her classmates. "It's really noisy in here, and you guys aren't getting anything done by shouting."

The motion passed, mostly because nobody knew what to do with an Izuku who actually spoke up on matters outside of Quirks, and as such the first round of voting began. And Tenya felt despair when, in the preliminary rounds, he received zero votes. Izuku, meanwhile, was equally horrified to learn that he had received no less than four.

It ended up being a landslide victory for Izuku, though he couldn't say why. Nine votes for him in total, with four in favour of Momo making her his vice-president. The other three candidates received the remaining seven split amongst themselves, leaving Denki Kaminari in particular quite sad, Izuku didn't really pay attention to that, however; he was too busy suffering a minor panic attack as a result of his new position and authority.

Class president.

He was class president.

He, Izuku Midoriya, a pariah for most of his life up to that point, had been elected class president.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Izuku stood stock still in front of the whole class, before panic overtook him and he grabbed Momo by the arm, muttering something about how he needed to speak to her before dragging her out into the hallway.

"I CAN'T DO THIS." he declared, voice just a little louder than was perhaps necessary, and he flinched before trying again. "I... I can't do this, I-I've never been a leader before..."

He realized after a moment that Momo looked just as concerned as he did, frozen stock still and muttering the words 'four votes' over and over while rocking back and forth on her heels. This led to him realizing that they were both completely and utterly screwed, insofar as being leaders went. Izuku had no sense of self-worth or pride, and Momo clearly suffered from some other complex that was going to make this much harder than it needed to be.

"Neither have I..." Momo admitted, voice much quieter than his. "M-maybe we should... erm... step down?"

Izuku blinked when he felt something inside of him react almost violently to that idea, a sudden ache building in his chest like burning anger at the mere suggestion of surrender. He put a hand to his forehead, not realizing yet that Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap was forming around him like a ghostly suit of armour. He felt faint, light-headed, the whole world around him slipping away.

'You must fight on, Izuku,' a voice spoke into his mind, a familiar baritone he knew to somehow be that of Funny Valentine. 'Your classmates chose you as their representative. They have faith in you; faith you must return. This is the way of a true leader!'

"I'm not a leader..." Izuku protested, leaning against the wall as the world spun around him. "I'm... I'm just... Deku..."

'Nonsense,' Funny retorted, his ethereal voice sounding almost bemused. 'When the situation grows dire, you are always eager to seize control and intervene. You look out for your fellows, no matter the cost to yourself, and they know this simply by watching you. You are driven and even charismatic at times. But most of all; you have the heart of a hero. And they recognize this, even if you do not.'

Izuku gasped as the world steadied itself, and found himself on the floor, hand on his head and Momo standing above him, offering him a hand and frantically asking him if he was alright. He took it, finding her skin impressively soft and smooth, and she helped him up to his feet. He took a deep breath, bracing himself against the wall for a moment, before swallowing.

"We can't give up our positions." he declared, voice much more steady than it had been before. "Our classmates chose us for these roles. They believe in us. And maybe that means we need to believe in ourselves a little more."

Momo looked as if she were going to protest, and Izuku put a hand on her shoulder, pressing against her with a little of his own weight and leaning on her. He met her gaze, staring into her eyes resolutely.

"Are you with me, Momo?" he asked, and to her own surprise Momo nodded once.

Izuku smiles and released her shoulder, before taking a step back and gesturing to the door.

"You want to make a dramatic entrance?" he asked, suddenly sounding much more casual and even a little nervous. "I haven't had much chance to practice with my new ability, so I thought maybe you could give me a hand and we could skip all the awkwardness of going back through the door…"

Momo stared at him for a second, before smiling. Izuku smiled too, before suddenly removing his blazer.

"I need to put you between two objects," he explained. "So I'm going to drape this over your head and you'll pop out between the wall and Aoyama's desk."

Momo said nothing, simply taking a step forward and letting Izuku raise his blazer and drop it on her head. Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap appeared on his body again, and she closed her eyes only to hear people gasping as she appeared back in class. Izuku materialized a moment later, his blazer still missing, but he appeared with a dramatic bow a split second after sliding into existence.

"We humbly accept your nominations, and promise to do our best as your representatives." he declared, voice steady. "Thank you for having so much faith in us."

"Yes…" Momo agreed, bowing as well. "Thank you for your trust."

"Midoriya, where did your blazer go?" Kaminari asked a moment later, prompting Izuku to remember he was in fact missing part of his uniform.

"I… I'll go get it…" he slinked out the door again, grabbing his blazer from the floor and throwing it back on himself, buttoning it carefully before stepping back inside and closing the door as quietly as he could.

Halfway across the school, All Might and Nezu were standing outside, watching Blackmore give an impromptu demonstration of his Quirk, or 'Stand' as he was given to calling it. It's name was also peculiar; Catch the Rainbow. Apparently the boy had named it for a song he once heard his mother sing when he was very small. Indeed, it was an impressive ability; a sort of dual-Quirk, both allowing him to freeze water droplets in the air but also letting him turn himself into liquid, a form which in turn allowed him to streak through the rain at high speeds. It was a most impressive power, one that Nezu was greatly impressed by.

Blackmore came to a halt, allowing the rain to resume falling, before he landed before the pair with his umbrella opened over his head. The umbrella too was a curious thing; was it possible that Blackmore could turn anything he touched to liquid, Nezu wondered? Or was it limited purely to his own belongings somehow? Catch the Rainbow was a power that demanded further exploration… but first, Nezu needed to make a decision.

To allow Blackmore to remain, and join young Midoriya in his classes? Or to keep them separate and force them to develop independently? It was a hard choice to make, Nezu being curious about what each would do to them… but according to Blackmore's own testimony, his appearance in this world was orchestrated by Izuku's new ability, or at least in part. As such, Nezu worried that if they were to stay separate… would that perhaps have some effect on Blackmore's health? Could the boy disappear as quickly as he'd come without Izuku and this Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap?

Nezu wasn't willing to risk it. He looked up at All Might, whose face was locked in its eternal grin, and nodded once.

"Very well, young Blackmore… we shall have to test you further in your academics, but for now, consider yourself a student of UA." Nezu declared, offering the boy a paw to shake. Blackmore took it without hesitation, even if he did have to stoop down a touch to actually grasp the proffered limb. The two shook on it, and All Might smiled as he took Blackmore's hand as well.

"Welcome to UA, young man." he said, voice naturally booming. "It will be delightful seeing you learn alongside young Midoriya."

All Might was rather excited about the prospect of his protege having a friend like Blackmore. It was obvious to him that the boy was a good one, very polite and soft spoken, much like Izuku but with an obvious increase in his confidence. It almost reminded All Might of himself and Sir Nighteye, his only real sidekick… All Might stopped thinking about that as quickly as possible. The memory still stung.

"Thank you very much, sir." Blackmore said, bowing his head. "And you too, headmaster. I am honoured to be accepted into such a-"

Blackmore's words were cut off a moment later, when UA lit up with the sounds of sirens. Nezu, clearly startled, adjusted quickly and looked at All Might, nodding once.

"Go and find the source." the headmaster ordered, before looking at Blackmore. "Your introduction to your class unfortunately must wait, young Blackmore. Something has triggered our alarm system."

"I see." Blackmore replied, nodding. "Shall I also investigate, sir?"

"The staff will handle this." Nezu said, shaking his head. "No, you and I will head inside. I will direct you to your new classroom once this has been settled."

Blackmore nodded, following the headmaster back inside the school.

Author's Note:

Izuku being elected class president is pretty typical of fanfictions, honestly. However, Izuku being elected class president and understanding what that means? I like to think I've touched on something important here. Also, a more confident Izuku is, I find, usually an Izuku who is more interesting to watch. Usually; there are exceptions.

Momo being VP is just sort of universally accepted at this point, and there's nothing much to be said about it.

Blackmore is part of the class now; yay! He's going to be interesting, and yes; he will likely be replacing somebody else. Who is it? I cannot say, though it's almost definitely who you're thinking of. Sorry, grape boy; nobody likes you, and I don't have the time to put you through a redemption arc with all the other nonsense I've got planned. Maybe For Want of a Grape will finally get updated again. I doubt it, it's been like four months, but Shinji and Warhammer 40k has multi-year hiatuses so who says miracles aren't real?

Plugging two good stories there, by the way. The second honestly exceeds good and rises to 'this is canon now' levels of awesome. That aside, hope you guys enjoyed this and I promise more action will be happening in the next one.

Because we're going to the USJ.

Spoilers.

Oops.