DEMOCRACY

When Aizawa announced that they would be picking their representatives, 1-A erupted in a cacophony of shouts. Already done with existence, Aizawa put on some industrial-grade ear plugs, wore noise-canceling headphones over those, and buried himself so deep in his sleeping bag that it would take a spelunking crew weeks to find him.

Once Iida called for a democratic vote, a full election cycle ensued. Many campaign speeches were had, hats and flags were distributed, and babies were kissed. Iida took the polls and tallied up the votes. "First, we have Yaoyorozu as president with eighteen votes!

"What!" Bakugo roared. "How did Ponytail get that many votes?"

Kaminari, sweating nervously, hid a hand inside his pocket. "Oh, you know, she makes a very compelling argument about, um, confiscating the ill-gotten capital of the bourgeoisie and disseminating it among the proletariat."

"She's not a Communist, you moron! She's richer than-" Bakugo cut off with a glance at Kaminari's bulging pockets. His hand shot inside and came out stuffed with bills. "She bribed you!"

"Uh, no? That's just my lunch money."

Bakugo stalked around the room and found more wads of cash. "Did you bribe the whole school Ponytail?"

Yaoyorozu gave him a perplexed look. "Isn't that how elections work?"

Iida glared down at her. "My word! I can hardly believe the scandal. Bribing the constituents! It goes against the very spirit of this school!"

"Well, either you're happy to see us," Jirou said flatly, "or she bribed you too."

Iida, his own pockets bulging with dirty money, hung his head in shame. "Paragon of virtue that I am, even I fell victim to the wiles of capitalism. For shame!"

"Well, at least the robot didn't win," Bakugo grumbled. "Last thing we need are robots in charge of the government."

"And for vice president, we have Midoriya with two votes!"

A bone-chilling silence settled over the room as Bakugo slowly turned towards Midoriya. "Of course," Bakugo said slowly, his voice tinged with hysteria. "That's your game, isn't it? Have the pretty rich girl be your puppet while you pull the strings from behind the scenes, and when the time's right, kill her off and take power for yourself. Well, it won't work! I've seen right through your plan, and I'll defy you and your false regime with my dying breath!"

"Hold on," Ochako said. "Bakugo didn't vote for Yaoyorozu or Midoriya, right?"

"Correct! It would appear there is one vote for Bakugo as well."

"That makes twenty-one votes, right?"

Iida looked down, flustered, at the piles of votes. "Why, that can't possibly be right! I triple-checked! How could I have failed democracy so thoroughly?"

Tokoyami's shadow snickered. The class turned as the sentient Quirk held up pen and paper. "I voted for Midoriya because I thought it would be funny. And it is!"

With a roar, Bakugo lunged for the shadow and faceplanted into a wall.

From his office, watching the whole affair play out on camera, Nezu said, "I love democracy."

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