Chapter Summary: Toshinori and Izuku both try to take charge in the middle of a situation at U.A.

Shota had seen a lot of things in his lifetime. As a student and teacher, a civilian and a Pro, he had faced off against a lot of things that he might have never imagined. However, in all his years, he had never once seen someone make their way past the barriers at U.A., let alone an entire swarm of people. As he and Hizashi stood at the front entrance to hold back the people at bay, there was some part of him that so desperately wished that he hadn't chosen to be a hero for his profession.

'How on Earth does All Might get anything done with these vultures following his every move?' Shota thought while the reporters continued to scream in his face. He huffed a sigh out through his nose. 'Doesn't he ever get tired of the attention?'

"All you have to do is give us All Might!" shouted a reporter.

Hizashi, who was far more amicable than Shota, remained calm. "We already told you, he's not here. I don't know where you heard that he was, but it's not true."

"Just give us one comment on the record and we'll leave!" proclaimed a cameraman.

"I already know how you people work," Shota droned. God, he did not get paid enough for this. "Give you an inch and you'll take a mile. Besides, we can't give you something we don't have ."

The reporter from before shoved her mic into his face indignantly. "I have good sources that say that All Might hasn't been as present at his agency lately and that U.A. has hired on a new faculty member! You telling me that's just a coincidence?"

Shota calmly pushed the microphone away. "You know correlation doesn't always equal causation, right?"

"You're avoiding the question!" she exclaimed.

"I absolutely did not ," Shota replied, his irritation only growing.

As the reporters continued to shout and demand answers, Hizashi leaned over in a hushed whisper. "You know, they are trespassing… That means they're kinda acting like villains. Maybe we should handle them like ones?"

Were he not so tired, Shota might have cracked a smile. "Don't even think about it, Mic. Unless you want your name dragged through the mud, it's better to just wait for the cops."

God, they were only halfway through their first week and things were already going wrong in every possible way. The moment that Shota and Hizashi heard the alarms go off, they both made their way down to the front of the school and found the press past the barriers. He had no clue how they managed to do that or what else they might have done prior to his arrival, which only made his agitation grow. Weren't there laws to prevent this exact sort of thing from happening? What happened to holding the paparazzi accountable?

'Can this day get any worse?' Shota mused.

Then, one of the reporters at the back broke from the group. "Look! Another faculty member!"

"Huh?" exclaimed the reporter who had been giving Shota grief. She turned on her heel and pushed her way through the crowd. "Out of the way! I gotta talk to this guy!"

Shota looked up in time to see more of the reporters make their way down to a lone figure standing at the entrance of the school. With a blink, he realized that it was Yagi, dressed in an ill-fitting and disheveled suit.

"Oh, crap," he murmured, stepping away from the school entrance, "they're gonna eat him alive ." He turned to Hizashi. "Mic, stay here, I'll be right back."

Hizashi nodded back at him and in an instant, Shota made his way towards the crowd. His eyes burned like hell, but the desire to teach the press a lesson burned stronger, sending his patience to an all-time low. He grabbed a hold of his scarf and prepared for the possibility of having to restrain someone should things go too far.

"Sir!" the reporter shouted. She finally shoved her way through the crowd and made it to where she was right in front of Yagi. "Sir, can we get some of your comments on U.A. hiring All Might as a new faculty member?"

Shota wasn't sure how he expected for Yagi to react; he didn't seem like a confrontational person. It wouldn't have surprised him if he balked and faltered under the security of the press or even tried to run away. However, instead, Yagi met the woman's gaze head-on and stared down at her with tired eyes.

"And just where exactly did you hear such a thing?" Yagi questioned. "What makes you so sure U.A. hired All Might to work as a teacher?"

The reporter shoved the microphone in his face. "Stop avoiding the question! Everyone here has been giving us the run-around when all we want is answers! Now tell us—"

"I don't have to tell you a thing ," Yagi snapped, causing the reporter to blink. Then, he placed his hand over the microphone and he shoved it away from him. "And neither does anyone else here on campus, especially after you harassed my students."

" Your students?" another reporter blurted out. "Are you also a teacher here? Have you run into All Might?"

Yagi reeled on the reporter and instantly, the man shrank down under his gaze. "I haven't run into All Might because, as my colleagues have told you, he isn't here ." He crossed his arms over his chest and scanned the group of reporters and camera workers. "I don't know where you got your sources from, but whoever they are, they got it wrong ."

Shota stared as the reporters all started to quiet down. 'Holy crap, is this working?'

"But sir," the first reporter tried to say, "All Might has been spotted in the area multiple times recently and U.A. says they hired a new faculty member. I understand if you want to stay confidential—"

"Let me make one thing very clear, young lady," Yagi interjected, "you and your little group of reporters have got the facts wrong . Plain and simple." His gaze was ice-cold as he stared them all down. "Did you all really come down on the basis of some loosely-knit theory in hopes of getting a story out? Are you all really that desperate for viewership?"

Shota had not known Yagi for very long and as such, didn't know much about him. Hizashi and Nemuri had already spent the better part of the last couple of days trying to figure out more about their new colleague and kept making guesses on why U.A. hired him, ranging from him being a retired Pro to being an underground hero none of them had heard of. Initially, Shota rebuked such assumptions and chalked it up to U.A. needing more teachers, especially since a couple had retired from their positions in recent years. However, as Yagi stood there in the sea of reporters with his arms crossed over his chest and his dark eyes staring each and every single one of them down, Shota couldn't help but begin to think that perhaps his friends had been onto something.

"You come to U.A.," Yagi continued, "you break onto school grounds and breach our security. Then, on top of all of that, you harass my colleagues and my students . And you, what, expect for us to just offer you kindness and respect when you've done the exact opposite to all of us? What kind of backward thinking is that? "

"We just want answers!" exclaimed a cameraman. "No one will give them to us!"

Yagi scoffed. "You want answers , huh? Well, if you're so curious , then allow me to repeat what my colleagues have said time and time again." He straightened up and Shota was struck by just how tall he was. Was that a result of a mutation? "All Might isn't here at U.A. He was not hired on as a new faculty member. As for why he's been seen in the area, your guess is just as good as mine."

"You're still avoiding the question!" the reporter retorted. "Give me one good reason to believe All Might wasn't hired by U.A.!"

Then, to Shota's surprise, Yagi smiled. However, it was not the smile of a happy man or the smile of someone who was putting on a brave face. If anything, Shota likened it to an animal baring its fangs.

"You're all involved with the news," Yagi replied, "so it stands to reason that you all have to stay on top of different happenings in order to make sure you have all the facts. So, tell me, do you really think All Might has the time to teach at U.A.?" He chuckled to himself. "While I'm sure he'd be honored to be offered such a position, I'm afraid he's just too busy . If you don't believe me, then check some of the news reports from this morning."

As if they were one being, everyone in the crowd fished their phones out of their pockets and opened them up. Curious, Shota followed suit and pulled his own phone out to search the news pages. He wasn't left waiting for long when he saw a litany of headlines that had dropped within the past couple of hours alone with All Might's face and name plastered all over. When he looked up again, all of the reporters' faces had either dropped or turned a deathly shade of white.

"Judging by your faces, I'm sure you all realize that he's had quite the busy morning for himself," Yagi said, still smiling, "and as I'm sure you can all guess, there's simply no way that All Might could have the time to do his job as a hero and teach at U.A." He calmly rested a hand on the reporter's shoulder and tilted his head. "If you want more answers, then, by all means, you can take that up with his communications team at his agency. But I will warn you; they probably won't take too kindly to your questions after this."

"But if All Might wasn't hired, then who was? " asked another reporter. "No one's told us that!"

"Ah," Yagi replied, "I can answer that for you." He raised his hand up with a bright smile. "For everyone watching right now: hello, there! I'm sure you're all a bit disappointed to learn this, but I'm the new teacher here at U.A. I must say, I wasn't expecting all this fuss over little old me. I just might blush ."

Shota covered up his snort with a cough. 'Oh, they're never gonna recover from this one, are they?'

The reporter looked up at him, the flickers of defiance slowly dying out in her eyes. "But… But my sources…"

"Perhaps you should learn to check your sources a bit more thoroughly," Yagi said with a chuckle, "Otherwise, you might find yourself a bit disappointed with the truth." He waved at the camera. "Naomasa, if you're watching this, then hello!"

Shota had seen a lot of things in his lifetime. As a student and teacher, a civilian and a Pro, he had faced off against a lot of things that he might have never imagined. However, in all his years, he had never once seen a group of reporters look so downtrodden all at once. It was truly a remarkable sight that he would likely carry with him until his dying days.

"Well, I should really get inside," Yagi told the reporters, "I have classes to teach today and I don't want to leave my students waiting." He patted a reporter on the shoulder and began to make his way through the crowd, who did nothing to resist him. "Take care now."

Once he stepped out of the now-dispersing crowd, Yagi spotted Aizawa. He held his hand up in a small wave and gave him a nod of acknowledgment on his way down to the entrance. With another snort, Aizawa nodded back and watched him as he joined Hizashi at the door.

'Sorry for doubting you, rookie,' Shota thought, his lips threatening to tug up into a smile, 'though I gotta wonder… just where the hell did Nedzu find you?'

To say that Izuku was panicked would be an understatement. As Yaoyorozu continued to haul him through the crowd of people in an attempt to get to the front, he found himself trying to think of what the best course of action was. However, that was a bit hard to do with a bunch of people jabbing their elbows into his sides and face.

"Quit shoving me!" Yaoyorozu demanded when someone knocked into her. She pushed them away with a loud growl of frustration and straightened up, pulling Izuku up to her level. Her eyes met with his and he faltered when he saw their fire. "C'mon, we have to think of something! We're not going to be able to help anyone if we just stand here!"

"I-I'm trying!" Izuku replied, though he wasn't sure how much he was telling the truth. Another shove nearly knocked the both of them over and he quickly pulled Yaoyorozu close to him to keep her from falling. "Sorry, that wasn't me!"

Yaoyorozu huffed angrily. "This is completely unacceptable! Where are the teachers? Where are the faculty? It's pure pandemonium! "

Izuku's eyes trailed across the crowd. Where were the teachers and faculty? Surely they would have seen to it that they were getting out safely, wouldn't they? So where was everyone?

'Level Three security breach,' he recalled, 'someone got into the school…' He tensed up. 'Are they busy handling the threat?'

"They're probably out sweeping the building," Izuku told her, "I don't think they know who broke in."

"Damn," Yaoyorozu cursed, "so I guess we're on our own for the time being." Then, she perked up, determination burning in her eyes. "Well, someone has to do something . Maybe if we make our way to the front, we can stop the flow of traffic."

Traffic . As soon as the word slipped past his ears, an idea came with it. That was it! Traffic!

"Yaoyorozu," he said, turning to her, "you said you've memorized different compositions for items in case you need them for an emergency, right?"

Yaoyorozu blinked, but nodded nonetheless. "I do. What do you have in mind?"

"Traffic wands!" Izuku replied. "Can you make some and hold them up so we can get people's attention?"

"Traffic wands," she repeated softly, and for a moment, Izuku thought she was about to scold him for his idea. Then, she brightened up. "Yes, I can make those!"

Her hands went to her thighs and Izuku was both startled, yet entranced when he saw black, plastic handles start to pop out of her legs. In a matter of seconds, Yaoyorozu pulled out two fully formed traffic wands and held them up for him to see. With a click of a button, they both turned on.

"Alright," Yaoyorozu said. When someone shoved into her, she grimaced and tried to straighten up. "Now what?"

Before Izuku could answer, however, someone in the crowd seemed to leap above everyone else. He blinked in surprise and his eyes only widened when he realized that it was Iida. Then, in a flash, his friend hiked his pants up over his calves and kicked his engines into full throttle, sending him flying across the hallway.

"What in God's name is he doing? " Yaoyorozu exclaimed. When Iida began to spin through the air, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "He's gonna slam right into the wall!"

Sure enough, within a matter of moments, Iida went flying right into the wall above the exit. His glasses were gone and his body was only staying up by his grip on the pipe on top of his head.

"Listen up!" Iida exclaimed, his voice carrying through the room. "Everything is okay!"

A hush fell over the crowd and just like that, the shoving stopped. Izuku blinked and straightened up so he could try to see better. Even from where he stood, he could see Iida's legs trembling while he tried not to fall down. He really hoped that he didn't.

"It's just the media outside!" Iida continued. His face pulled up into a grimace and his grip tightened on the pipe. "There's absolutely nothing to worry about. Everything's fine!" When he turned to face the crowd, Izuku was struck by the fire that burned within them. "We're U.A. students! We need to remain calm and prove that we're the best of the best!"

A collective sigh of relief seemed to wash over the crowd and Izuku himself could feel it. He turned to Yaoyorozu and gave her a shaky smile, his hand coming up in an awkward thumbs up.

"Want me to give you a boost?" Izuku asked. He jerked his thumb up. "That way people can see you better?"

Yaoyorozu smiled and nodded. "Sure thing."

In one fluid motion, Izuku ducked down to his knees in a crouch and Yaoyorozu swung her legs over his shoulders to sit on them. Once his hands were secure on her calves, he straightened up, allowing Yaoyorozu to tower above the crowd of students.

"Everyone, remain calm!" Yaoyorozu ordered. She held her arms out with the traffic wands in hand. "Midoriya and I will help redirect you through the hallway and ensure you're safely escorted through!" She waved the wands expertly. "There's no need to panic or rush. Everything is completely fine, just like Iida said."

Izuku let out a small breath of relief as everyone followed Yaoyorozu's orders and he slowly walked through the crowd to lead people. His eyes trailed up to Iida, who was finally able to come down with the help of some students. A smile spread across his lips and he chuckled to himself.

'You may not think you're ready for a leadership position,' Izuku thought, 'but I think that there are a few people who wouldn't be inclined to agree.'

"Hey, Yaoyorozu?" Izuku said quietly once Yaoyorozu paused in speaking. When her eyes fell down to meet his, his smile weakened a bit. "Can I talk to you before class starts?"

Toshinori was very thankful once he finally made it to Class 1-A and it seemed that he wasn't the only one. Upon entering, he was struck by the sight of all his students in a disheveled state of wear, their faces all a mix of exertion and lingering tension. Toshinori tried not to frown; while he was happy that the press mostly decided to leave on their own accord until the police arrived and handled the few stragglers that stuck around, his unease had yet to disappear.

'Whoever bypassed the security system was not just a reporter,' he thought, his hands clenching into fists at his side, 'the press may be a bit overzealous at times, but that was not the M.O. of an erratic journalist.' He almost grimaced and closed his eyes. 'I can only hope that whoever was responsible is found soon…'

"Oh, we're here," said Midoriya. He entered the room with Yaoyorozu in tow— Why was she carrying traffic wands? Was that for a class project no one told him about? "I thought we'd never make it back in time."

Yaoyorozu huffed quietly. "Today has been quite the trial because of the press. They seriously disrupted our school day and sent everyone into a panic by breaking in. It's a good thing we were able to calm everyone down."

"Ah," Toshinori said, realization dawning on him. He gestured to the traffic wands in her hand. "Is that why you have those?"

She nodded. "It was Midoriya's idea. He helped me redirect the flow of traffic to make sure everyone was orderly after Iida managed to calm everyone down."

"I-It was nothing," Midoriya said, a light shade of pink dusting across his cheeks, "I just held you on my shoulders, is all." He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. "You two were the real heroes today."

Before Toshinori could reply, Iida came into the room. "Everyone, hurry! Class is about to start!" He offered a stiff wave to Toshinori. "Hello, Sensei! I hope you're well!"

Toshinori cracked a smile. "Same to you, young Iida. Good to see you're in high spirits." He blinked. "Wait… Where are your glasses?"

"Ah," Iida replied, "my other ones got stomped during the stampede." Then, he reached into his pocket and fished out a pair. "Luckily I carry extras with me!"

"Well, it's good to know you're prepared for anything," Yaoyorozu commented, smiling a bit. She placed a hand on Midoriya's shoulder and led him to the front of the room behind the desk. "C'mon, Midoriya. Sensei told us to wait upfront for him when he finally comes in."

Toshinori arched a brow. Why did Aizawa want to talk to them both? What exactly happened while he was gone?

"Oh, good, you're all here," Aizawa drawled, nearly making Toshinori jump. He turned to see him walk into the classroom and shuffled over to the podium beside Yaoyorozu and Midoriya. "Now that you're all seated, we can let our class representatives pick out the class officers."

'Class representatives?' Toshinori thought. He turned to see Midoriya practically shaking beside Yaoyorozu and his eyes widened. 'Wait, so he was voted into the position? And on his third day of school?'

Yaoyorozu nodded at Midoriya. "It's time, class rep. Let's begin."

Toshinori nearly choked. 'He's the lead representative?'

"R-Right," Midoriya stammered. His entire body looked tense and he swallowed audibly. "OK, so we need to figure out who the other class officers will be… But, um, before we do…" He ducked his head down, his eyes staring endlessly down at the desk. "W-We have something to say… Um, Yaoyorozu?"

Yaoyorozu nodded in acknowledgment. "During lunch, I sat down and talked with Midoriya. After everyone was escorted safely through the halls, we decided to talk a bit more about what we thought would be best for our class." She closed her eyes. "And Midoriya told me that he was willing to step down so that I could be the lead class representative."

The room broke out into small murmurs and gasps. Toshinori stared at Midoriya as his shoulders slumped further down, his eyes pointedly not meeting his own. Was he really stepping down so early? He had only been appointed earlier that day, hadn't he?

Yaoyorozu held up a hand. "I know this may be a shock. However, Midoriya and I discussed this at length and it was made apparent that this is meant in the best interest of the class." She bowed her head. "I know I came second in the votes, but I hope that you're all alright with this decision."

"But who will be the vice representative?" asked Asui. "Are we going to do another vote or are you going to appoint someone?"

"God, please, not another vote," droned Aizawa, "just pick someone and move on."

"U-Um," Midoriya said quietly, "I, uh, actually already had someone in mind…" He looked up and stared out into the classroom. "A-And I think that Tenya Iida should be the vice representative."

Toshinori turned to see Iida nearly jump in his seat. The boy's eyes widened and he blinked a few times, disbelief permeating off his features.

"H-He was able to catch everyone's attention and get us all in line," Midoriya went on, straightening up a bit. The weight seemed to melt off of his shoulders as he spoke and he smiled a bit. "His courage and quick thinking under stress will not only serve him well as a leader, but also a hero." His smile only grew when he turned to Yaoyorozu. "Yaoyorozu also agreed with me."

Yaoyorozu nodded and raised her hand. "I motion for Iida to be voted as the new vice representative. Who else seconds it?"

Midoriya's hand shot up. "I do!"

Silence hung in the air for a moment and Toshinori felt a frown tug at his lips. Then, to his surprise, another hand rose in the air. Toshinori blinked when he saw it was Kirishima, whose lips were pulled up into a crooked smile.

"You know what," he said, "if Midoriya and Yaoyorozu vouch for him, then I'm good." He brought his hand back down and flexed his arm. "He totally manned up and took control of that situation back there. It's 'cause of him we didn't get trampled."

Kaminari chuckled. "Yeah, I can get behind Iida, too. He also looked like the dude on the emergency exit signs when he was standing on top of the doorway!"

'He did what? ' Toshinori thought. 'What the hell happened while I was gone?'

One by one, more hands raised up, and with each one, Iida's eyes only grew wider. While not everyone's hands raised up, it was clear that the few who did meant the world to him. His lower lip looked as though it were about to tremble before he pursed them together, his hands clenching into fists on his desk. He stood up from his desk and met the eyes of everyone in the classroom.

"If the class truly wishes to nominate me for this position…" Iida began, his voice growing more clear with each word, "then I humbly accept the position." He raised his hand up high above his head and locked eyes with Midoriya and Yaoyorozu. "I pledge to carry out the duties of vice class representative to the best of my abilities!"

"Sounds great, Emergency Exit!" Kirishima adulated with a beaming smile and a thumbs up.

Aizawa huffed tiredly and Toshinori turned to see him sit up in his sleeping bag. When had he crawled into that? "This is a waste of time. I don't care who the rep is, just hurry up and pick the other officers."

"Yes, sir," Yaoyorozu answered. She gestured for Iida to come to the front of the room. "Iida, do you have any suggestions for who our other class officers should be?"

Iida made his way to the front in almost record time. "I do, Yaoyorozu." His hand clapped down onto Midoriya's shoulder hard enough to make him jump. "And I think that Midoriya would make a fine addition as a class officer."

"Huh?" Midoriya blurted out. He looked around the room and then pointed at himself. "M-Me?"

"I couldn't agree more," Yaoyorozu added, causing Midoriya to nearly gape, "and judging from your observation skills, I'd say you'd make a wonderful secretary." She turned back to the rest of the class and held up a hand. "Now, does anyone second this motion?"

"I do," Iida commented, raising his hand.

Then, Uraraka practically shot out of her seat to raise her hand. "I third it!"

"Ah, what the heck?" Kaminari drawled. He raised his hand up. "Secretary Midoriya it is!"

"I'm on board with it," Kirishima said, "we need more men as secretaries!" He raised his fist into the air. "Break those gender norms, dude!"

Midoriya's head snapped to and fro with each person who raised their hand in support of his nomination. His cheeks bloomed into a rosy shade of red, his hands retracting into his chest. Toshinori hadn't seen him look so scared since the day of the sludge villain attack.

"You know, I can get behind it, too," said Ojiro as he raised his own hand, "you seemed pretty observant yesterday during the exercise."

Hagakure lifted her hand next, though Toshinori could only tell because of her jacket sleeve raising up. "Secretary Midoriya has my vote!"

"And mine," added Shoji.

Toshinori's eyes scanned across the room and he watched the expressions on each of his students' faces. Some seemed mostly indifferent while others appeared a bit more enthusiastic about the decision. The only outlier was Bakugou, who pointedly stared down at his desk and avoided everyone's gazes.

'He's still probably feeling a bit sore,' Toshinori mused, 'he's not used to not being everyone's first choice.'

"U-Um," Midoriya stammered, "a-are y-you s-sure?"

"I'd say so," Yaoyorozu replied. She smiled at him and gave him a wink. "Maybe you can get a notebook just for class officer duties."

Almost instantly, Midoriya brightened up, which nearly made Toshinori chuckle. "O-Oh… That sounds… really nice, actually." He straightened up his posture and then bowed forward. "I-I won't let you down!"

"That's the spirit," Iida replied, giving him a thumbs up. He turned back to the classroom. "Now, is anyone interested in being the class treasurer and helping maintain the annual budget?"

"We have a budget? " blurted out Ashido. "For what?"

Yaoyorozu nodded. "During festivals and school events, it's up to the treasurer to help coordinate the budget and fundraising for these events. They also have to coordinate with the public relations committee in the classroom."

"Yooo, can I do that?" Kaminari asked. He raised his hand. "They're in charge of planning and helping with fundraising, right?"

"Hey, I used to help with fundraising back at my school all the time!" Kirishima said. "How many people are usually on the committee?"

Ashido raised her hand. "I want to be on the committee! They also help plan parties and fun events, and I'm great at those!"

Sero chuckled at his desk. "Well, I'd say I can save the committee some money on tape , at the very least. Someone's gotta help hang up posters."

"Well, then," Yaoyorozu said, clearly pleased, "I guess we just need someone to be the lead officer."

The four students all turned to one another quizzically, murmuring amongst themselves. As they all spoke, Toshinori's eyes trailed over to Bakugou. He practically slumped in his desk and wouldn't look up.

"How about young Bakugou?" he suggested before he could think.

Bakugou's head snapped up. "What?"

"Wait, really? " Kaminari replied. "How come?"

Toshinori shuffled uncomfortably beneath the class' gaze. "Um, well… It's just…" The young boy's tear-stained face crossed his mind again and he straightened up a bit. "Young Bakugou placed in first place at the entrance exam. Taking that into consideration, he's going to be chosen as a representative to speak on behalf of the class at some points in the future, like at the Sports Festival. It would make sense for him to be more involved in public relations as an officer."

He didn't even have to turn his head to know that the young boy was staring intensely into the side of his head and he judiciously decided not to meet his gaze. Thankfully, he was rescued when Kirishima put on a bright smile.

"You know what, I can see that," Kirishima said, "I can get behind Bakugou being on the committee."

"Huh?" Bakugou blurted out. He sat up straight at his desk and turned to face Kirishima. "The hell you trying to—"

Then, he paused and blinked. His eyes trailed over to Toshinori briefly and he scowled to himself before looking down at his desk.

"Tch," Bakugou said quietly, "yeah, sure, whatever…" He crossed his arms over his chest. "Just don't be annoying about it, alright?"

Toshinori's brows raised. 'Wow… He sounded almost nice that time. I'd argue that's progress.'

"I'm sure you'll do well with the responsibility, young Bakugou," Toshinori told him, giving him a reassuring smile. He gave the group of teens a thumbs up. "I can't wait to see what you all do."

"Um…" Uraraka interjected gently. She raised her hand timidly. "If no one else is interested in the treasurer position… I'd like to take on the role."

"Do you have experience in working with budgets?" Iida asked. "If so, we could definitely use that."

Uraraka nodded excitedly. "I do! I help my family budget all the time! I even have a notebook for it."

"Perfect!" Midoriya exclaimed. He looked like he was about to start rocking on his feet and the sight nearly made Toshinori snort. "I'm alright with it if you guys are!"

Aizawa huffed tiredly from the corner. "You're not hurrying."

Iida's hand shot up. "Anyone who opposes Uraraka?" When no one did, he delivered a sharp chop. "Alright! Uraraka is our treasurer!"

"That just leaves the historian," Yaoyorozu asserted, "they're in charge of documenting everything in class throughout the school year." She raised her hand. "Anyone interested?"

A small hush fell over the room and Toshinori frowned. Back when he was at U.A., the historian hadn't exactly been the most sought-after position, either. It wasn't something that most aspiring heroes usually wanted with their resumes.

Slowly, a hand raised up. "I can do it if no one else will, ribbit ."

"Alright, Asui!" Midoriya exclaimed.

"I told you to call me Tsu," she replied bluntly.

Midoriya chuckled awkwardly and flushed a bit. "Sorry… Still getting used to that."

"Alright!" Iida proclaimed. "That seems to just about cover it!" He turned to Aizawa and bowed. "We're ready for you, sir!"

Aizawa snorted quietly and rose up from the ground. "Took you all long enough… Everyone take a seat so we can go over today's training for your class."

He shed his sleeping bag like a second skin and stepped out of it with the ease of memory and practice. How on earth did he get away with doing that? Toshinori couldn't do that… Could he? No, no, he absolutely couldn't . He couldn't back to sneaking in naps during the day, that was a slippery slope he almost wasn't able to crawl back from.

"Today's training is going to be a bit different," Aizawa went on, "you'll have three instructors." He gestured to Toshinori. "I, Sensei Yagi, and another faculty member will be keeping tabs on you."

Toshinori frowned. 'That's likely due to the break-in earlier.'

"Sir, what kind of training is this?" asked Sero.

Aizawa answered by picking up a card and holding it out for everyone to see. "Rescue. You'll be dealing with natural disasters, shipwrecks, stuff like that."

A chatter of excitement ran across the room and everyone began to murmur amongst themselves. Toshinori found it in him to smile; at least the earlier events of the day didn't put a damper on their spirits. They were definitely going to need them for the upcoming exercise.

'Rescue training will a lot more different than the battle exercise,' Toshinori mused, 'it requires a lot of quick-thinking.' His eyes settled onto Midoriya, who was practically beaming at his seat. 'It'll be good to see where you stand on the rescue front after all these months of training, my boy.'

"Guys, I'm not finished yet," Aizawa droned, and almost instantly, the class went silent. With a sigh, he continued. "What you wear in this exercise is up to you. I know you're all excited about your costumes." He lazily turned to the wall and pressed the button, which caused the cases to come out one by one. "But keep in mind that you're still not used to them and they could limit your abilities in these exercises. Especially considering that this special training will be taking place at a facility off-campus." Aizawa waved his hand in dismissal. "We'll be taking a bus to get there. Go ahead and get dressed so we can head down there to start."

As everyone began to get up, Toshinori couldn't help but bring his hands together excitedly. Yesterday had given him just a taste of what his class could do and he couldn't wait to see how they did during rescue simulations.

'Now we're getting into the full swing of things,' he thought, a bounce threatening to make its way into his step as he followed the class out. His gaze trailed over to Bakugou, who seemed a bit less downtrodden than the day prior. 'Besides… after yesterday's exercise, I'm sure things are bound to go a lot smoother this time around.'

A/N: Listen. Something that stuck out to me is that when Izuku and Momo were asked to choose the officers, we never find out who those other officers *are.* So, me being me, I decided to go ham and pick them myself. I know some of you may have been expecting for Izuku to stay as a rep, but honestly, he's still all that confident in himself at this point. He's got a ways to go before he has unshaking confidence.

Note: I better not see any of y'all making jokes in the comments about Uraraka being the treasurer. I know that her family has money problems, but if I see any of you guys saying things like, "oh, she needs a chaperone for the budget" or "oh, I bet she knows how to budget, aha, she's so broke," I will not be amused.

Anyway, until next time~ I can't wait for this next arc, guys. :)