"Alright, quiet down," Aizawa stated and at once the class fell silent. After the day before, with the man making it clear that he expected them to be attentive and at the ready for anything, none of the students were going to get on his bad side by refusing an order. Even Bakugo, to Izuku's surprise, quickly fell silent. Of course for as brash as his friend could be Izuku knew that in the end he DID follow the requests of teachers… to a point.
Though Izuku wondered how long that would last. If their homeroom teacher didn't do enough to prove himself, to make it clear that Bakugo should… well, not respect him as Izuku had come to realize that his friend didn't respect people so much as group them into the categories of Enemy, Challenge, or Worthless… listen to him, then Bakugo would not.
Aisawa looked about the room. "Hmmm… only six of you realized I was here before I said a word. Tomorrow it will be 15 or you'll all get detention." Moans filled the air at that but their homeroom teacher didn't even react, just staring them all down with the same bored gaze that he always seemed to wear. "In the field there will be times that you will be forced to work with an inexperienced hero. When each of you begin fighting villains YOU will be the ones that don't know what to do and makes mistakes. It is the duty of an experienced hero to quickly correct those mistakes and cover for any errors. You watch out for the weaker heroes and make sure they know what to do. And when they fail… you fail." He shot them all a dark look. "Do you understand?"
Izuku quickly nodded, as did the rest of the class, but he could already tell that many of them were thinking about just who would be the weakest links and need to be kept an eye on. He shrank down in his chair when he felt Bakugo glared daggers at the back of his head, even though Izuku had actually noticed Aizawa coming in and quickly fallen silent. A glance over at Ahsoka though made him feel a bit better as she merely rolled her eyes and smirked at him.
"Now then, with this being the third day of class we need to handle some… frankly busywork." Aizawa let out a tired huff. "I want you hellions to decide who is going to be your class president and vice president."
The class erupted into chatter once more and Aisawa just stood there before finally activating his quirk, causing everyone but himself and oddly Ahsoka to stiffen; Izuku didn't know why she didn't go silent when her quirk was erased. Maybe it was the extra training she went through with her mentor Anakin?
"Enough," Aizawa stated. "While it is true that Class President and Vice President are good titles to have on your resumes when you begin applying to hero agencies they aren't the be all, end all. They also require you to take on extra work… if you don't think you can handle that speak up now." He paused, letting that sink in. "There is nothing wrong with admitting what you can't do. Good heroes understand their limits. You have till the end of homeroom to decide. Keep it down, I'm going to take a nap."
And with that the man walked over to his desk, pulled out a sleeping bag, and promptly curled up into it and went to sleep.
"…is it wrong I kind of want to shave him?" Ahsoka asked.
Ashido gasped before pressing her hands to her mouth, giggling like mad.
"Tano!" Ida exclaimed. "That is not proper at all! We must show our professor the respect he deserves!"
"Like the respect he shows up by going to sleep rather than teach us?" Ahsoka asked and Izuku couldn't help but mentally nod his head in agreement at that.
"While I know that there are many that can pull off such a bold fashion statement," Aoyama said with a saucy little smirk, "I don't think that our teacher is one that can do it."
"He does have that 'sleepy bum' thing going for him already," Shoji said… or at least Izuku assumed he did. It was hard to tell, what with the student creating a mouth on one of his arms rather than speaking from his… did he even have a mouth under his mask? 'And if he doesn't how does that work? Does he still eat food like everyone else? Where is his esophagus? And if he doesn't eat food like the rest of us how does he get nutrients?'
"Enough!" Bakugo roared, firing off several small explosions to get everyone's attention. "The only answer is to make me Class President! I'm the best in the class!"
"Oh yes, that will work out real well," Ahsoka said, rolling her eyes. "You have such WONDERFUL patience…"
"I have the patience of a saint you stupid bitch!" Bakugo roared.
"Yeah, so saintly," the orange teen replied.
"I'll fucking kill you for that!" Bakugo leapt forward only to be restrained by Asui and Kirishima, who pulled him back even as Ahsoka folded her arms over her chest and flashed him a condescending look. "Let go of me you shitty extras! I'm going to blow that smirk right off her face!"
"Show of hands," Ahsoka said, "who thinks that our class president should have the restraint NOT to threaten to murder a fellow classmate because they paid them a compliment?"
Bakugo glowered at them all and Izuku knew that, had this been their old middle school, everyone would have kept their hands down. But this was UA and many of the students in their class had been the top dogs at their own former middle schools and thus weren't cowed by glares. At once nearly 3/4th of the class raised their hands.
"You shitty fucking extras!" Bakugo snarled, finally freeing himself from Asui and Kirishima's grasp. "What, you think YOU should be class president, Shit Horns?"
Ahsoka though quickly shook her head. "No. No no no no no!" She waved her hands about. "I have enough on my plate! I don't need that placed on me!" She shuddered. "I've seen how Master Kenobi gets when trying to lead entire battalions… I am happy to just remain a student, thank you very much!"
Bakugo blinked at that, surprised by her comment before he scowled. "You think you are so much better than us that you can't be bothered being our class president?"
The orange teen stared at him for a long moment before looking at the others. "Okay, while someone else deals with the Exploding Menace's delusions who here has done the whole Class President thing before?"
"I have!" Ida declared, chopping his hand stiffly through the air.
"Great. Could you please go over what is actually EXPECTED of a Class President?"
"Of course!" Ida declared before adjusting his glasses. "A class president takes on many roles. They will assist their teachers in managing the class, including but not limited to field trips, all school events, and volunteer programs. They act as a representative to other classes and the public; for example, if we needed to arrange something with Class 1-B it would be the class president who would do so." He began to tick off points. "Class President and Vice President look after the well fair of their fellow students, making sure that they are healthy not just physically but mentally and spiritually as well. They also-"
Izuku looked over at Bakugo who had begun to look more and more disgusted the more Ida talked. As he began to describe sharing circles Bakugo turned and stomped back to his seat, sitting down with a huff.
Ahsoka nodded when Ida finally finished. "Are there any other former class presidents that want to chime in?"
Yoarashi leapt to his feet. "I have nothing to add!" he shouted. "But I would like to thank Ida for his detailed explanation! Well done!" He raised his hands above his head and began to clap, several others finally joining him.
"Alright," Ahsoka said, having decided to take charge. "So assume that everything Ida said is going to be a lot worse for whoever is Class President and Vice President. We are hero students so they are going to expect more from us, including this. And this isn't going to be fun and games either… like Mr. Aizawa stated if one fails we all fail… so if the President isn't up to the task it affects all of us." She narrowed her eyes, sweeping her gaze over the class. "Now then, who does NOT want to be considered?"
"Uh… I think I'd like to be left out," Ochaco said, raising her hand. "I'm looking to be a rescue hero so I really don't need to build up any more prestige."
Ahsoka nodded. "Okay, so you can help record all this." She pointed to the white board that hung in the front of the room. "Write down everyone who isn't interested." Ochaco nodded and quickly hurried over, grabbing a marker and writing down herself and then Ahsoka's name. "Anyone else?"
Izuku thought about it before deciding not to say a word; while he wasn't for sure if he'd be the best person for it, due to a lack of experience, he had no problem doing it if the class decided to pick him.
Asui and, surprisingly, Bakugo were the next, with the Frog Girl stating in a matter-of-fact tone that she dealt with enough coddling when it came to her siblings and Bakugo declaring that "Frog Bitch is right, I'm here to be the best not hold your fucking hands".
Jiro, whose ears were audio jacks, was next to say she had not interest, followed by Kamakira and Kaminari. Shinso just said dryly that he didn't care who they picked and laid his head down, going to sleep, while Yanagi quietly admitted she wasn't interested. That opened the floodgates of people deciding that they didn't want the extra work, Ochaco hurrying to write the names down.
It was Todoroki who was most surprising, as he simply stated, "My father would want me to be Class President" before confirming to Ochaco that he understood that he was requesting NOT to be on the ballot.
In the end that left Aoyama, Ashido, Ida, Komori, Yaoyorozu, Yoarashi, and Izuku as the only ones left who were interested in either position.
"Okay, so how do we decide who to go with?" Kaminari asked. "Battle? They could battle. We have 7 people so if someone else wants to throw their name back in we could have a sparring tournament!"
"I don't think skill in the ring should determine who is Class President," Yaoyorozu stated. "This is more administrative than anything."
"Well, why don't we tell people what we'd do if we were president?" Ashido said with a beaming smile. "And then everyone can vote!"
Ashoka looked around. "Anyone have a problem with that?" When the rest of the class shook their heads she began to point to people and ask why they wanted to be class president. It was… interesting to say the least. Aoyama and Ashido seemed to think it would be all fun and games and while a few people grinned at their suggestions for days out having fun he could tell that much of the class was thinking about how it would affect their futures as heroes if they didn't have a professional Class President. Ida had to be cut off by Ahsoka when he began to ramble about all he would do to ensure they did their best while Komori surprised him as she seemed as bubbly as Ashido but also brought up a lot of good points, such as stating that she would ask about who were the class presidents for Classes 2-A, 2-B, 3-A, and 3-B and get suggestions from them. Yaoyorozu stated that she had some business experience so that would come in handy but also stated that if she wasn't selected she would be happy to help out whoever was chosen. And Yoarashi dramatically declared that he would help them become the best heroes ever.
"Uh… I don't know if I'd be the best person for this, honestly. But I would give it my all, if you selected me." Izuku smiled and quickly sat down, ducking his head nervously after that.
In the end he managed to get a few votes but the picks were clear. Komori became Class President while Ida just managed to squeak out past Yaoyorozu for the Vice President position.
"Good," Aizawa said the moment they had selected, causing them all to jump. "That means we can get started early with today's task."
"And what is that, sir?" Ochaco asked.
Aizawa sighed, it clear he wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen next, and Izuku felt worms swirling in his stomach. Was it going to be a test? Something that would determine their future? Maybe-
"Its time for you to get your hero costumes."