Class Rep
Estelle pushed past reporters in her attempt to reach the school's entrance. Her eyes were furious as she glared down at the journalists who were frantically asking questions about the number one hero.
Her blazing glare immediately forced the reporters to back away with a wince when she realised that politely moving them was not making any progress. When one brave journalist out of the herd stood in front with a microphone in hand to try to gauge an answer out of Estelle, she hissed at him like a snake about to fill him with venom.
He jumped back in alarm, the reporters all now backing away from her and allowing her to bask in her personal bubble whilst she walked through the crowd. Estelle was happy again; she liked her bubbles.
Midoriya watched with awe when Estelle strolled past him with ease. He was reminded of the entrance exams when she exuded dominance to control the room like an alpha female. He squealed when she grabbed the collar at the back of his neck and lifted him up, dragging him along with her and dropping him past the main doors where the vultures could not reach.
"Thank you for that! I appreciate it," Midoriya thanked with a bow.
Estelle raised a brow. "It's alright, let's just get to class."
"Yes, ma'am!" He exclaimed in response.
Estelle lowly chuckled at his antics, and Midoriya widened his eyes in dumbstruck at the unexpected noise. The red in his face came back with full force while he stuttered on his words. Estelle ignored him, and she continued to make her way to class.
"Nice going, Deku", Bakugo laughed behind him. He watched the whole exchange outside and the conversation inside the gate. Midoriya jumped, only realising now that Bakugo was behind them the entire time, and blushed harder, walking faster to the classroom so he could bury himself in his quirk journal.
Bakugo would never admit it, but he looked as idiotic as Deku when the girl controlled the reporters outside to back away. He was continuously impressed by her. It had briefly come to a halt when she dragged the green weakling with her past the doors. He couldn't help but flush alongside Midoriya when the girl huffed in amusement. He was a little displeased that it was Deku who was the one to instigate that.
Once Midoriya reached his seat, he couldn't help but smile a little at his desk. He was the first person in the class to hear her laugh; he was happy with that.
Estelle was not happy when she sat down. The drawing from the previous day still cemented itself to her desk. She noticed a few more grains of sand had fallen. Someone must have added to it. Again, she ignored it while the class settled in their seats. Aizawa walked in with a coffee cup with the label 'The Beanery', which brought a tiny flicker of happiness to Estelle's heart.
"Decent work on yesterday's combat training, you guys. I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team's results. Bakugo. You're talented. So, don't sulk like a child about your loss, okay?" He asked.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Midoriya. I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder. Don't give me the excuse that you don't have control over your Quirk. That line's already getting old. You can't keep breaking your body while training here. Your Quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it. Show a little urgency, huh?"
"Right!"
"Lastly, Estelle. Good use of teamwork; that's the stuff I want to keep seeing. Though next time, don't just stand there."
"Hmm."
"Right, let's get down to business. Our first task will decide your future."
"Is it another quirk test?" The class asked.
"You all need to pick a class representative."
The class immediately sprung up in unison and spoke over each other with determination in the hopes of receiving the title. Estelle sat back in her seat with a sigh. She held no interest in the spot. She believed it would be better suited for those who would benefit.
Tenya Iida, the male with glasses, stood up and raised his voice above the others to catch their attention. "The class representative must lead others. That's not something just anyone can do. You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is with democracy. We will hold an election!"
The classmates exchanged glances and voiced their thoughts. "It's pretty obvious that you want us to vote for you."
"Is this really the best idea?"
"We've only known each other a few days,"
"How do we know who we can trust?"
"Besides, everyone will just vote for themselves."
"Most people will. But that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job. It's the best way, right, sir?" Iida queried while pushing his glasses back up his nose.
"Do what you want; just decide before my nap is over," Aizawa responded with an exasperated sigh as he slipped into his sleeping bag.
The class placed their votes and viewed their collected tally's written up on the board.
Estelle sighed when she read the numbers. She was pretty annoyed at the fact that she was placed first. She deadpanned back at the class as they stared at her. Bakugo screamed in the background about Midoriya having more points than him.
"I refuse."
The class choked at Estelle's words once they registered what she said. Aizawa looked down at Estelle with a questioning glance. "Your reasoning?" He enquired.
Estelle stared up at the man before answering, "The class's representative should be available at all times. I think we have all gathered my schedule differs from the rest. Plus, I'm not a leader - I've had enough leading to last a lifetime." She muttered the last part much quieter, but the class heard her loud and clear due to the stunned silence. Their thoughts were soundlessly curious of the meaning behind her words.
Aizawa nodded in understanding. He stored her last argument into a folder to ask about later before looking at Midoriya. "So that means you're class rep, and Momo Yaoyorozu is deputy rep", he finally stated.
They both stood up, and the class murmured their approval for the chosen members.
Estelle sat by the tree outside during lunch. The lunch hall was much too noisy for her to eat and think in peace. She shivered to think about others demanding to join her.
She silently appreciated the cafeteria's rice when she heard a ringing "Warning, level three breach."
Her instincts shot up, causing her to throw her unfinished lunch into the trash to quickly undo her shoe. With her foot touching the grass, Estelle closed her eyes and scanned the school grounds with her earth bending to locate the breach.
She eventually found that the main breach was caused by the vultures holding cameras at the main gate and sighed in relief. When she was about to stop her search and put her shoe back on, she felt a man near the reporters with his hand on a wall that was slowly falling apart. Her eyes snapped open in alarm, and she sped to the wreckage, shoe in hand.
Once she reached the area, the only thing of suspicion was the disintegrated wall and a man with blue hair walking away at a distance. He turned around and stopped in surprise at the view of a young girl standing where he stood. Estelle looked on with unease as instead of a face, there was a hand. He waved his actual hand at the girl, turned back around and continued to walk the path he was taking. His dark chuckle reached her ears even from a considerable distance.
Estelle put her shoe back on and turned around. She made her way inside and immediately headed towards the principal's office. The class was on their way to the classroom when she walked past, causing them to double take in confusion.
"The class is here, Estelle", Aizawa asserted d in mild annoyance, his finger pointing towards the Class 1A door. She turned around quickly, making fast eye contact with her teacher.
"I'll be a little late. I need to speak to principal Nezu."
Aizawa, hearing the urgency in her voice, nodded. "Fine, but speak to me once the class is over, okay?"
Estelle agreed and continued to make her way across the school. The class watched the exchange between the two with perplexity. To them, it seemed like they had a silent conversation that they were not privy to. Their minds whirred, trying to find a connection.
Estelle sat across from principal Nezu and explained the reason for her trip. "When I was taking a walk outside, I heard the alarm go off. I was making my way back when I saw one of the school walls completely disintegrated. I saw a man walking away. He had what I think is a plastic hand on his face. And blue hair."
Nezu looked at Estelle with concern. "We are well aware of the wall being destroyed, likely due to a quirk, but nobody saw a man. Did he do anything else?" He probed.
Estelle shook her head in response. "Not much. When he turned back around, he stared at me and laughed before walking away. I knew there wasn't much I could do at that point since I'm still a student."
Principle Nezu nodded. "I'm glad you didn't. That would have been more dangerous. Simply being there was dangerous in itself. It would probably be a good idea to refrain from walking alone from now on. Thank you very much for the information. It will be a great help for the investigation. Here is a slip; you can give it to Mr Aizawa when you get back."
Estelle nodded again and took the slip. She said her goodbyes exited the room. Her thoughts were in a rumble once again. It seemed that something was going on here that the school wasn't aware of yet. She worried about the consequences. She worried about the impact that may have on her quest to get back home. She stressed that her arrival had some part to play in it.
Aware that she was drowning in her thoughts again, Estelle raised her hand to wake herself up. A bad habit she couldn't seem to break. Before her hand could make contact, a hand that was not her own stopped her.
She looked at the wrist in surprise before trailing her eyes up to the owner. It was a boy that held a tired appearance reminding her of her homeroom teacher and had purple floofy hair that screamed 'stroke me.'
She held off on that instinct.
"Just what are you doing?" The purple-haired guy asked, his drooping eyes staring down at Estelle in disapproval. She took back her arm with a sigh and looked away.
"Ah, it doesn't matter. I was just pulling myself together."
The boy was confused by her response. "So, you do that by hitting yourself?"
Estelle held back her wince; hearing that so candidly made it sound worse than it was. She figured it was best to explain, "It's the quickest way to snap myself out of it. It doesn't matter. Who are you anyway?" She questioned.
"I'm Shinso Hitoshi", he introduced and continued while taking out a slip of paper and a pencil. "Maybe next time, instead of harming yourself, you can just talk to someone. Here, take my number. You can do that with me if you want?"
Estelle took the piece of paper, stunned. A small, shy smile fell on her face as she looked at Hitoshi. "Thank you."
He nodded with a small smile of his own and continued walking. He quickly stopped and turned around. "You never told me your name?"
Estelle was inwardly a little embarrassed, but her confidence still showed on the outside. "I'm Estelle."
"No last name?"
"Nope, just Estelle."
"Hmm, interesting. Well, I'll see you around just Estelle. I hope you use that number."
He walked away, leaving Estelle to stare at his back with a thoughtful expression.
Estelle returned back to the classroom and was met with silence. Ignoring the rest of her schoolmates was becoming a recurring theme in Estelle's life at the moment. The distance between her and them was significant and continued to grow stronger.
'It's for the best, ' she believed to herself.
She handed in her slip and took her seat. She stared at her desk as she noticed that the graffiti was gone from her table. She assumed that someone managed to remove it while she was gone. She wasn't complaining. Estelle and the class finished up the final lesson of the day before packing up. She remained in her seat whilst the rest of the trainee heroes parted ways, leaving her with Aizawa.
Estelle stood up and walked to the front of the classroom to where Aizawa sat. The man immediately began speaking, "Why did you need to speak to Principle Nezu so urgently?"
"The security breach earlier was not because of some dumb reporters; it was an intruder. One that I saw when I was taking a stroll during lunch," Estelle explained.
Aizawa's eyes widened in alarm at the revelation, he hadn't had the chance to speak to the faculty about it yet, so this was the first he had heard of it. "I see. Thank you for telling me. I was also a little curious at what you mentioned earlier - when you said you had done enough leading?"
Estelle held in her surprise that he heard her words. In hindsight, it was quiet. She quickly came up with her best explanation "I'm not really comfortable talking about it, but let's just say I've had to take care of people before. That kind of pressure has kept me at my wit's end. I would like to not have to deal with that for once."
Aizawa thought about her words. She did have a way with them. Answering his questions but dancing around the topic, not giving him enough details to thoroughly investigate. He understood where she was coming from though, no kid should hold the world on their shoulders. He felt his heart slightly soften for the girl, even though he still believed she was hiding something.
The first time they met, she was unconscious, for god's sake. The two kept meeting after that out of pure coincidence. When he looked at his student's records before the year started, he paid close attention to Estelle's specifically. There was nothing! No information or quirk registration, no family or friends and when he looked further, he realised he couldn't even find dental records. The girl was a complete ghost; he would have thought she didn't exist if he hadn't already met her.
It was almost like she just popped into existence.
And that was so goddamn frustrating for Aizawa. He didn't know what to make of it. But he could clearly see the girl was struggling, and he always had a soft spot for troublesome kids.
So, if he had to figure the girl out to help her, he will. He was a hero. That's what they do.
Aizawa and Estelle stood in comfortable silence for a few minutes. The teacher stood up and slipped into his sleeping bag, his final parting words ringing around the room "Well, I'll let you get home. Don't forget, we are your teachers, and we are here to support you."
Estelle was silently stunned. 'What's with the people here? Being all nice like that? Disgusting.'
She thanked him and left once she heard a grunt of acknowledgement from the yellow pile on the floor.
Making her way back to Nona's, Estelle came to a world breaking realisation.
She didn't have a phone.