"Hey, you! How are All Might's classes?!"

Midoriya's body was as still as stone as the microphone was shoved right under his nose. If that wasn't overwhelming enough, the cacophony of clicking and whirring of cameras along with the flashing lights that threatened to blind him definitely tipped the scales. His lips trembled, unsure how to reply to the question to the lady who was looking at him expectantly.

"Um… Ex– Excuse– excuse me… I think I heard my teacher calling for me."

"Huh? But there's no one calli– HEY!"

Midoriya whirled around and sprinted into the school compound quickly as his wobbly legs could. He dashed into his classroom and towards his seat in a blink of an eye before letting out a breath that he didn't even realize he was holding.

That was close. He lamented. The reporters are gonna think that I'm so lame… Oh, mom's gonna see me in the ne–

Midoriya yelped as the doors to his class slammed open, and his head whirled towards the entrance to see Bakugo entering with a grouchy expression.

"Fucking mob," the spiky blonde grumbled. "You tell them to 'fuck off' and they complain like you stole their fucking meat in their sandwich."

"You're just pissed they recognized you as the 'kid who got caught by the sludge villain'." Kaminari let out a chuckle. "By the way, I didn't know you were the – ARGH!" He was promptly interrupted by an explosion directed at his face.

"Bakugo! You will cease your physical assault on Kaminari at once!" Iida chided as "Violence towards classmates is unbecoming of a student of UA's prestige!"

"Fuck off, Four Eyes!" Bakugo growled at the admonishment. "It's not like I dropped a fucking nuke!"

"You're too loud," the boy with the head of a black bird chastised.

Iida turned his attention towards him and began chopping the air with his arms once more. "Tokoyami! That desk is not a chair! Get off immediately!"

"It's not that big a deal, is it?"

"What's with those arms, anyway?"

Midoriya couldn't help but sweatdrop as he watched Iida's unwavering attempt to explain the 'importance of respecting desks that have been used by the great men and women that are 1'A's upperclassmen'.

"The press were noisy enough," Aizawa commented lazily as he entered the classroom. That prompted the students to quickly return to their seats as their teacher flipped through a stack of paper. "Good work on yesterday's combat training. I saw the video and the result." He remarked, sounding more awake than earlier. Black eyes darted towards Kaminari. "Kaminari, you have power, but it's useless if you're unable to utilize it properly."

"... Yes, sir." Kaminari sank into his seat. He had purposely reduced his output during the battle training, but like Yaoyorozu mentioned, it was a ridiculously risky move.

Aizawa placed the papers down. "Alright, let's get to homeroom business. Sorry for the late notice, but for today, I'll have you…"

Their homeroom teacher paused, and all twenty teens in the class tensed on the spot, wondering if they'll be thrown into the mercy of another special test.

"... decide on a class representative."

Or they could just carry out an actual normal class activity. Who knew?

And just like that, at least half the class had gotten up and began talking over each other like they were at a wet market bargaining for a cheaper price. Not that Midoriya could blame them. Had they been in a normal class, being a representative pretty much meant daily duties that most would not want. But in the hero course, it's a role that allows one to practice being a top hero by leading a group. Oh well. No harm in trying, I guess. The greenette raised his hand slowly, his mind whirling with reasons that he should be elected that does not include stupid declarations like Mineta's 'girl's skirts being 30 cm from the knee' or aggressively simple reasoning like Bakugo's 'Just let me do it! Me!'.

"Silence, please!" Iida stood up, grabbing the class's attention. "Being class representative carries serious responsibilities of leading others. It's not a job anyone can do just because they said they want to. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to decide on a true leader through democracy, then we should hold an election to choose one."

"But we haven't known each other for that long," a girl with frog-like appearance – Midoriya remembered her introducing herself as Asui Tsuyu – pointed out. "It's too early for us to have developed any trust in each other."

Kirishima nodded in agreement. "Yea, we're all just gonna end up voting for ourselves!"

"That's exactly why whoever receives multiple votes will truly be the appropriate person for the job, no?!" Iida reasoned. He turned towards his homeroom teacher. "Is that all right, sir?!"

"As long as you get it done before the end of class," Mr Aizawa said lazily as he snuggled into his yellow sleeping bag. "Anything's fine."

As Iida began handing out ballots to everyone, Midoriya wondered if he would even have a chance of getting elected.

Maybe he could vote for Kacchan.

… No way in hell.

BREAK

Three. Three votes. He got three fucking votes. One vote ahead of Yaoyorozu. And now…

"ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!" Bakugo shot up from his seat. "WHO VOTED FOR DEKU?!"

Sero couldn't help himself but poke at the bear. "Well, it's definitely better than voting for you."

"The fuck did you just say to me, flatface?!" sparks flew out of the explosive blonde's palm like tiny fireworks.

Uraraka whistled from behind Iida's seat, appearing with a level of nonchalance that only an actor worthy of the Razzies' Award can pull off. It sure would be dangerous if Bakugo finds out…

"Ze– Zero votes…" Iida trembled in his seat. "I knew it would happen… It's what's expected of a person's calling."

While some of the students glanced at their sole bespectacled classmate with confused amusement, Mr Aizawa remained in his sleeping bag as he called both Midoriya and Yaoyorozu to the front of the class. "So, your class representative is Midoriya, and the deputy class rep is Yaoyorozu."

Asui stared at the trembling Midoriya and a well-put together Yaoyorozu. "Y'know, this might not be too bad." She thought aloud.

"Yeah," Kirishima was wearing his toothy smile again, "After all that's said and done, Midoriya can get pretty fired up as well. And Yaoyorozu is so cool when we were going over our battle results"

BREAK

Uraraka took a chopstick full of rice. "This is delicious!"

Midoriya on the other hand did not share her enthusiasm as he stared at his bowl of katsudon. "Guys, I'm kinda worried about the class rep thing. I don't think I'm qualified."

"Sure you are."

"You'll do great." Iida reassured him. "Your courage and quick thinking under stress will make you a worthy leader. Those are the reasons I voted for you at least."

"Didn't you wanna be rep really badly?" Uraraka wondered aloud. "I mean you do look the part. Y'know, 'cause of the glasses."

Midoriya sweatdropped at the thought process. Bakugo, however, made his thoughts known. "That's the dumbest way of choosing reps, Round Face. This ain't a beauty contest."

Uraraka gawked at the spiky blonde. "Round Face?"

"Wanting a job and being suited to it are two different things," Iida elaborated, having taken a sip from his orange juice, while pointedly glaring at Bakugo for the nickname given to Uraraka. "Observing the Iida Family's Hero Agency has taught me that much."

"Wait, what?"

"Hold on. What does your family do?" Midoriya asked, his curiosity now piqued.

"Oh, it's nothing," Iida tried to dismiss with a wave. Uraraka never gave him a chance to put it to rest, however.

"Admit it, Iida." She prodded, "you're filthy rich!"

Iida blanched before he felt his resolve crumble. "I was hoping not to be treated differently because of my familial ties." Two pairs of eyes – one green and the other chestnut brown – stared at him with childlike wonder, and Iida gave in. "The Iida family have been heroes for generations. Are you familiar with the Turbo Hero: Ingenium?"

Bakugo bit back a sigh as he picked up a stand of noodles. In three. Two. One…

"Of course!" Midoriya beamed. "He's employed 65 sidekicks in his agency–"

And just like that Bakugo turned out Midoriya's gushing of Ingenium, who as it turns out was Four Eyes' brother. Not that it mattered. Whatever conversation that was going on was cut off by the high pitch ringing that blasted from every speaker in the cafeteria.

"There has been a Level 3 security breach," the PA system announced. "All students, please evacuate outdoors promptly."

Iida turned to the older looking student next to him. "What's 'Level 3' security?"

"It means someone is trespassing on school grounds," the boy revealed with urgency. He got off his seat. "I've never seen anything like this in the three years I've been here! You should hurry too!"

It's easier said than done, especially when over six hundred students were shoving each other in the corridor as they tried to make their way towards the exit. Iida grunted as he felt his back getting squashed. "It's become a panicked mob," he observed, watching as Midoriya was swept away by the flood of grey jackets like a child at sea. Summoning as much strength as he could to his muscles, Iida pushed his way towards the large windows, determined to find the reason behind the emergency. As he mashed his face against the window, blue eyes darted towards the large crowd that had gathered just within the school, and he noticed the multitude of cameras that most of them carried.

It's the press. He thought to himself. How did they– not now. Where are the teachers?! He realized that the mob would only turn into a frenzy if no intervention was made. And fast. What would Midoriya do? What would my brother do?

"Iida!" By some miracle, he heard Uraraka's voice calling to him, her face one of urgency. His eyes landed on her fingertips, and a plan came to mind.

"Uraraka!" He stretched out his hand much to the confusion of the girl. "Make me float!"

She stretched her arm out, and for a brief moment it looked like the plan would fall apart before it even began until she swiped her fingers across Iida's. He leapt into the air in an instant, ignoring his glasses that fell off his face as he focused on the exit sign above the doorway just ahead of him. He folded both his pant legs up to his knee, and felt the exhaust pipes in his calves extend.

"ENGINE BOOST!"

Well, the original idea was that he tried to air-run his way towards the sign. Instead, the moment his engines roared to life he found himself spinning like a pinwheel powered by steam. Perhaps it was divine intervention, or sheer dumb luck, that he managed to slam upright onto the wall. His body screamed in pain from the impact, but he forced his hand to wrap around the steel pipe above as his mind focused on the most important matter at hand: be precise, clear and confident.

"Everyone, everything's fine!"

The panicked crowd stopped in an instant, all eyes suddenly noticing the boy standing atop the doorway mimicking the figure in the exit sign.

"It's just the press! There's nothing to worry about! It's fine" Iida's legs threatened to give way at any moment, but he was determined to not fall. "This is UA, let us act in a way that is befitting of the best of the best!"

That was when they heard the sirens.

"The police are here!" someone pointed out in relief, and the tense atmosphere that had wrapped around the students in a chokehold was uplifted as they turned their heads to watch the police exit their cars and rush towards the press.

Midoriya hadn't turned his head. All the while, he stared at Iida with an awestruck smile on his face. He knew what he needed to do.

BREAK

Nineteen students of Class 1-A watched on curiously as Midoriya stood in front of the class to appoint other class officers. Again, he was a shaking mess.

"Um… I–In th-the li-light of recent e-events…" he struggled to get the words out, "I've decided that my-my first course of action as class r-rep is… appoint Iida as my replacement." When he noticed that his classmates were looking on at him in confusion, the greenette quickly elaborated. "Earlier, Iida was able to grab everyone's attention at the cafeteria in a cool way. He showed good judgement and quick thinking when everyone else was stressed out. That's why I think he's suitable for this role."

Kirishima pondered on the idea before smiling. "Midoriya makes a good point there! Iida made a great showing back there!"

"He reminded me of the human in the emergency exit sign," Kaminari chuckled.

Midoriya couldn't fight back the smile forming on his face as his classmates murmured agreements about his idea. Then, he felt a chill down his spine and he turned. He flinched.

Mr Aizawa was still in his sleeping bag but was now giving Midoriya a glare that was colder than the Ice Age. "I don't care," he grumbled, "Get this over with. You're not getting any younger."

Midoriya would later deny that he let out a girlish shriek.

Iida had remained in his seat, sitting stock still as the announcement hit him like a curveball. Blue eyes scanned his surroundings to see that the others were looking at him expectantly. He took a breath before standing up.

"If the class president nominated me, I guess it can't be helped." He raised a hand, "From this day forth, I, Iida Tenya, promise to carry out the duties of class representative."

Kirishima raised an arm in support "We're counting on you, Emergency Exit!" he jibed.

BREAK

And count on him, they did. It wasn't even twenty-four hours, and Iida had already entered full throttle. Mr Aizawa had informed the students that their hero basics training for the day was rescue training which will be supervised by three teachers: himself, All Might and another. As their training area was fairly far away, they were going by bus.

Which brings them to the now: all in their hero costumes gathered next to the school bus while Iida was blowing a whistle to grab everyone's attention. "In order to get everyone seated smoothly on the bus, file into two lines according to your numbers!" The new class rep announced.

Well, as they stepped into the bus, that plan was thrown right out of the window when they noticed that the seat arrangement was nothing like Iida had in mind. The boy slouched in his seat, sighing dejectedly while some of his classmates chuckled at his antics in amusement.

"Well, I'm always gonna say whatever's on my mind. Midoriya," Asui started suddenly. She turned to the greenette sitting next to her, and the boy tilted his head slightly. "Y–Yes, Asui?"

"I told you to call me Tsu," She corrected. "Anyway, your quirk is kinda weird."

Midoriya flinched. "Huh?"

"Your quirk is enhanced strength, right? That was obvious during Mr Aizawa's test. But that doesn't explain how you weren't affected by Kaminari's electricity attack."

Before he could answer however, Kirishima joined the conversation. "Yeah, I remembered that day you said it wasn't your suit. So it has to be your quirk, right?"

Midoriya shrunk slightly at the barrage of questions. His eyes darted towards Bakugo, and he realized that his best friend was covering his mouth with a hand.

The bastard was actually wearing a shit-eating grin and silently enjoying the show.

"I- I mean I guess it's my quirk," Midoriya replied, though his tone came off as a half-answer-half-question. "I've always been immune – I don't think 'immune' is the word – resistant to most things. Electricity, fire, explosions…"

"Eh?! You're resistant to explosions as well?" Kaminari turned towards Bakugo. "Betcha didn't like that, huh?!" Bakugo glared at the electric Quirk user, his red eyes promising pain if the teasing continued.

"Yeah, explosions don't really hurt me," Midoriya continued, unaware of the byplay going on. "Kacchan and I kinda experimented a bit trying to find out what I'm resistant to…" he shuddered. "He even kicked me off the third floor once."

The blonde in question scoffed from his seat. "You survived without any fucking bruises. Stop whining."

"Are we just gonna pretend that Bakugo throwing Midoriya off a few floors is a normal thing?" Kaminari commented, some concern etched on his face as he turned his attention back to Bakugo. "Like, we've only known you for four days, and we keep learning your personality is crap steeped in garbage."

That lit a fuse. Bakugo shot up from his seat, his face twisted into one of a wild animal. "The fuck did you just say, asshole?! I'll kill you!"

"And that's exactly why he won't be a popular hero," Asui pointed out. The rest of the students chuckled and laughed at that.

Well, most of them.

"Say that to my face you lil shit!"

Midoriya tried to suppress a laugh. It's rare to find someone else – aside from Bakumom – who was unafraid to go toe to toe with Bakugo, let alone make fun of him without flinching at his reactions.

Kirishima added another cheeky comment, Midoriya laughed, and Bakugo started yelling again.

"We're here," Mr Aizawa announced and Midoriya noticed the bus slowing to a halt. "Stop fooling around.

"Yes, sir!" They got off the bus, and were greeted by the sight of a large dome-shaped building. Standing at the entrance of the building was a person in an astronaut suit.

"Everyone, I've been waiting for you!" the astronaut announced. Midoriya's eyes started to glitter, and for the second time in as many days, Bakugo let out a sigh. In three, two, one…

"It's the Space Hero: Thirteen!" Midoriya exclaimed, his lips trembling in awe. "The gentle hero who has rescued tons of people from disasters!"

Uraraka joined in the excitement. "I love Thirteen."

Great. There's two of them now.

"Welcome to the practical rescue training area that I've designed." The Space Hero took the admiration in stride as she led them into the building, and the young teens scanned the interior of the USJ, noticing the six large areas that branched out from the central plaza where a fountain was situated.

"We have training areas for flood, fire, downpour, landslides and more!" Thirteen began listing out. "I call it the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, or USJ for short."

"It's like Universal Studios Japan!" Kirishima commented as he spotted a waterslide that looked as though it was about to reach the ceiling.

"Thirteen," Aizawa allowed his class to continue admiring the scenery, as weird as it sounded given said sceneries were mostly disaster simulations, and used their distraction to approach the Space Hero. He realized there was someone missing. "Where's All Might?"

"About that, senpai," Thirteen whispered, and Aizawa already had a feeling he wasn't going to like it. The annoyance within the unkempt man grew when the Space Hero brought up three fingers. "All Might called earlier. Apparently he did too much hero work in the morning and hit his time limit."

Aizawa bit back the urge to sigh. Seriously, All Might's a teacher now, and given his circumstances he should be aware not to overextend himself.

"That man is the height of irrationality." Aizawa shook his head, and reassessed their situation. We should be fine if we remain vigilant. He turned to his students. "Alright, for–" he paused when he noticed Thirteen raising a hand.

"Sir, if I may…"

He stepped back at her request, giving his wordless permission to continue.

"Before we begin, I have one thing to say to you," Thirteen brought a finger up as she addressed the class. Then she brought another. "Well, maybe, two." Another. "Three." Eventually she gave up on counting and spread her arms wide "Ok, it's probably seven things."

That's a lot of points. The students sweatdropped in unison.

"Anyway," Thirteen continued, unaware of the class's worry of being bombarded with an early lecture. "As some of you may know, my quirk is Black Hole."

"And you've used it to save countless people from countless disasters!" Midoriya added excitedly from the back, having read up on the hero's extensive and excellent record in rescue work. Uraraka was nodding enthusiastically next to him.

"Indeed," Thirteen agreed. "However, my power could also easily kill. I have no doubt there are some among you with similar abilities." She had taken a more serious tone. "In our superpowered society, the usage of quirks is heavily restricted and monitored. It may seem the system in place is a stable one, but we must remember that one misstep with an uncontrollable quirk, no matter how small, can harm or even kill someone else."

Midoriya was suddenly hit with a dark memory at least ten years old. How he had easily broken Tsubasa's nose with a fist, snapped Furuya's arm finger with a kick. How Katsuki's foot was crushed with just a grab…

He silently turned towards the explosive blonde next to him. Feeling as if someone was looking at him, levelled red eyes met guilty green.

Pay attention, goddamnit.

Right!

By the time Midoriya turned his attention back to Thirteen, the Space Hero was bowing in dramatic fashion while Iida was clapping and laying praise upon their teacher.

"Great," Mr. Aizawa took a step forward,. Firstly…"

The lights dimmed suddenly, causing him to pause his speech. Izuku watched the man whirled around to stare at the centre plaza.

"Gather together and don't make a move!" Mr Aizawa ordered the class, the seriousness in his voice a stark contrast from the lazy and cold tone he always used with the students. He kept his eyes on the plaza. "Thirteen, protect the kids!"

Kirishima, curious about his teacher's sudden change in demeanour, followed Mr Aizawa's gaze towards the plaza. With the distance he was looking at the spiky redhead had to squint his eyes and put a hand over his forehead.

"What's that?" He asked, "Is this like the entrance exam where the lesson's already started?"

"Don't move!" Midoriya had taken a step forward with hopes to have a closer look when Mr Aizawa stopped him. Green eyes darted towards his teacher and widened in shock upon noticing the man putting on a yellow pair of goggles hidden underneath his scarf. Then it clicked.

Long grey scarf.

Yellow goggles.

Unkempt worn-out appearance.

The persistent need to be reasonably punctual.

"You're Eraserhead!" Midoriya exclaimed. He had read in online forums about the existence of a hero who actively shunned the media and spotlight. One who wears a yellow pair of goggles at night as he efficiently takes down villains with a long capture tape.

"That doesn't matter now," Mr Aizawa – or rather, Eraserhead – refuted. "What matters are the villains down there." He ignored the shocked gasps that came from several of his students behind him.

"Villains? But how did they managed to get into a hero school?" Kirishima wondered aloud.

Yaoyorozu turned towards Thirteen. "Teacher, what about the trespasser sensors?"

"We have them, but–"

"It's likely that someone with a radio quirk is jamming the signal," the red and white haired boy, Todoroki, suddenly said. Aizawa had come to the same conclusions, with the additions of his own facts.

A massive group of villains showed up during a class-in-session.

UA's timetable was stolen yesterday.

"These scumbags were responsible for the break-in, weren't they?" Eraserhead narrowed his eyes. It was the most logical theory. "Kaminari, try contacting the school, now." He turned towards Thirteen as the electrical blonde teen began tapping on his earpiece.

"Thirteen, evacuate the students," he ordered. "If the villains can show up without triggering the sensors, someone with a radio wave quirk is probably jamming the frequency. We're looking at a coordinated attack here."

"What about you, Mr Aizawa?!" Midoriya asked worriedly. "Your quirk isn't meant for this type of fights. Eraserhead's style is focused on capture after erasing a villain's quirk, not a frontal battle."

Eraserhead stood at the edge of the stair. His shoulder length hair began to stand, a sign that his quirk is being activated. "You can't be a good hero by being a one-trick pony, kid."

Midoriya watched with fixated fascination as Eraserhead leapt into action. From how high they stood, his teacher and the villains look nothing more than miniature figures duking it out in a computer war simulator, but it was still mesmerizing to watch his teacher morph into a flurry of kicks and punches as he systematically erased the quirks of villains.

A firm hand on his shoulder jolted his back to reality. "You can do your analysis later, Midoriya," Iida said, "once we've found shelter."

The greenhead nodded and followed Iida in catching up with the rest of their class making for the exit.

"I'm afraid I cannot allow you to leave," the black mist materialized in their path, rising from the ground like a spectre. A pair of glowing yellow slits formed at the top of the fog, and Thirteen stood protectively in front of the class.

"Greetings," the fog spoke as it took a more humanoid shape that towered intimidatingly over the group. It used a low and soothing tone to speak, but Izuku was slightly disoriented by the voice that seemed to come from every direction. "We are the League of Villains. It may be presumptuous of us, but we invited ourselves into the top hero school, UA High School, in order to have the famous Symbol of Peace, All Might, take his final breath."

Izuku tried to steady his quivering feet as the villain's pupilless eyes scanned him and his classmates while monologuing. He noticed Thirteen uncapping one of her finger guards and realized that she intended to suck in the mist with her quirk. Then in the corner of his view, he spotted Katsuki and Kirishima both taking identical crouching stances and his eyes widened into saucers."Katsuki, wai–"

His reaction was too late. The spiky-haired duo launched themselves at the villain the same time Thirteen raised her arm, forcing the Hero to stop herself from activating Black Hole. A large explosion, courtesy of Katsuki, followed. The attack temporarily blinded Izuku's vision with a thick cloud of smoke.

"Didja consider that we'd beat you before you did it?" Izuku heard Kirishima taunt confidently. The smoke began to clear, and the boy could be heard gasping in shock.

"Yes…" the villain considered as he reformed while the teens' cockiness subsided. "Students you may be, you are still the best of the best!"

"Boys!" Thirteen yelled to the two students in front of her in alarm, "get behind me!"

But it was too late. The shadowy mist expanded and wrapped itself into a large dome over the students before shrinking at a rapid pace.

For a moment, all Midoriya knew was darkness.

A/N: Right, so it's a little bit of a filler at the beginning, and a suspenseful end at the half. Sorry about that. Didn't really want to end the chapter with just a filler chapter of 2.3k words, and didn't want to drag out the chapter too much.

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