It'd been about a week since Izuku and his friends started their journey to become heroes at the illustrious UA High. Everything had been going well, with the only minor hiccup happening during the team battles. To elaborate, Izuku and his partner Jirou had the unfortunate luck of being paired against an explosive pomeranian and a grape-headed pervert.

FLASHBACK

The winged boy dodged like his life depended on it. His former childhood friend wasn't letting him get any breathing room. In between the attacks, he quickly made orbs that would pelt Bakugou from random directions, throwing him off balance and subsequently making him misfire, further exhausting himself.

After some time, the blonde's pineapple-shaped grenade gauntlets briefly glowed a bright orange. Noticing it, a rictus grin spread over Bakugou's visage. The smile could've easily rivaled that of the devil's, which Izuku found slightly ironic. Making sure to get more distance between himself and the opponent, he revealed a pin on the piece of support equipment.

"You must know how my quirk works after all this time, no?" The boy sneered slightly, "My sweat has the properties of nitroglycerin, then I'm able to detonate it as I wish. So what do you think happens when an excess amount is stored?" Izuku's skin bleached paper-white as he connected the dots. Izuku quickly made a tendril to grab his partner.

Before the teachers could make a move, Bakugo's finger curled into the pin and he pulled. The roar of an absolutely massive explosion ripped out through the gym. The windows rattled and shivered like leaves scattered in a hurricane. The ones closest to ground zero shattered due to the shockwave. A truly enormous dust cloud erupted from the ground blanketing at least two-thirds of the area, also veiling the battlefield, causing suspense to rise. The class looked on worriedly, unknowingly holding their breaths.

As the dust began to settle, the outline of a dome made of light became apparent through the clearing haze. It was slightly cracked where the blast had made contact, but otherwise it stood strong. Upon further inspection, it was quite obvious that the only one to be in the ring was most likely Izuku and Jirou. Bakugou and Mineta were lying on the ground, just beyond the border. The two were most likely unconscious, but they didn't seem to have sustained much injury. A concussion for sure, but nothing more other than a few scrapes and bruises.

It was a miracle that everyone had gotten out fairly unscathed. After the incident, Bakugo had been given a stern talking too as well as two weeks of detention. In Izuku's opinion it should've been enough, but Aizawa took it further. The bombastic blonde also had to write a two-page essay on the importance of safety, even in controlled environments. Furthermore. Bakugo had been effectively exiled from coming to Foundational Heroic classes until after the Sports Festival that would be coming up.

Maybe it was due to Izuku never really receiving justice for the rather atrocious crimes he former best friend had committed, but it overwhelmed him in an odd way. His thoughts of the event were quickly scattered when their homeroom teacher walked into the classroom. The students almost immediately fell silent, having learnt that their sensei was a man of business, and not one to joke.

"Four seconds. Not bad, but you can do better." He said blandly.

"Anyways, for homeroom you'll be picking a class rep and vice rep."

There was a beat of silence. After fully processing their teachers words, the clamoring of voices began. People called out, fighting to be heard over the others.

"If I'm made president, all girls will be required to show at least 6 inches of thigh." The sound of something being slapped quickly followed the proclamation

"I'll make sure our class is the manliest of all!" Kirishima exclaimed.

"Halt!"

The noise of the classroom abated in order to hear what their resident robot had to say.

"If we must decide, let us do so in an orderly fashion. I propose a vote!"

"Iida, your hand is raised the highest", Shinsou quipped. Some of the class cracked up, thoroughly amused.

Iida, ignoring himself being called out, continued, "It is the best and also the most fair way". Mr. Aizawa, will you allow this?" The bespectacled teen asked, facing their teacher who was cocooned in his sleeping bag in a corner of the room.

"Do whatever you want", came the dry response.

"Yaoyorozu, if you could make us some paper, that would be excellent."

Silence permeated through the room, seeping into every depression that it could find. His peers were staring straight at him, unblinking. It was unnerving, in Izuku's opinion. 'I'm now the class president'. The thought was so foreign. Throughout his life, there wasn't much interaction between him and his classmates. That was, of course, with the exception of making fun of him and the physical altercations.

He let the thought sink in, simmering in his mind, letting it roll over the idea as if feeling out its edges. If they really thought he was fit to lead them, there wasn't really room to object. Then again, his people pleaser tendencies could be what was egging him on. After another moment of contemplation, he accepted that he would actually be content with the role. With this in mind, he thanked their class for considering him for such a position, and promised to do his best.

A certain winged boy started blankly at the two people who were probably his best friends.

"And you thought it would be a good idea to vote for me because?" He trailed off, raising and inquiring eyebrow.

"First of all, you're smart. Not to say that our classmates aren't intelligent, but I'm pretty sure you know what I mean". Shinsou spoke, a slight smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Not to mention you like helping people and community service in general". Inasa said, a lot more quiet than usual, most likely to get his point across better.

"You could also add the fact that you definitely saved me from a world of hurt." Jirou tacked on, standing a ways away behind Izuku, a lunch tray occupying her hands.

"Indeed. To be such a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness is truly an admirable quality". Another voice said. His gaze drifted to a raven-headed boy. Tokoyami, if he remembered correctly.

"Well, thanks for all your support. Though I have to admit, I never really saw myself as the leader type".

Before they could further their conversation, an alarm blared, followed by a robotic voice. The entire cafeteria quickly devolved into chaos. Students shoved and pushed each other. The group of friends were split up, being washed away in a sea of panic and confusion. Izuku is moved towards the windows by the wave of students, his face pressing into the glass. The protest his back makes from being shoved so forcefully is made quite clear and his wings were also starting to ache from the uncomfortable angle.

Unsurprisingly, he's able to see the front gate of the school from his position. The sight he's met with makes his blood boil. The press is racing past the dusted barriers, pushing microphones and filming everything. All this commotion was due to the media's insistence of getting the latest scoop on All Might. He's a bit shocked that Aizawa-who he sees is corralling the vultures-hasn't wrapped at least a few of them in his scarf. The realization that there really wasn't any threat comes to him.

His mind formulated a suitable course of action for him to take. All he had to do, was get a look at an empty enough space. Izuku struggles against the crowd that continues to force him into the window, turning his head bit by bit. Finally, he catches a glance of the high ceiling, and immediately teleports above the torrent of high schoolers, making sure to keep himself hovering with a flap. Izuku raises both his arms, charging the area above it with light, intentionally making it unstable. As expected, an explosion occurs. One loud and bright enough to stun the entire mass of students.

"EVERYONE CALM DOWN! THERE'S NO REAL INTRUDER, IT'S JUST THE PRESS FROM THIS MORNING!" He shouts while pointing to the windows. Sure enough, the rest of the students witness the teachers finally getting the media back under control, guiding off the school's campus.

"NOW GET BACK TO YOUR SEATS. WE'LL WAIT FOR ONE OF THE TEACHERS TO TELL US WHAT TO DO NEXT". Done with his little speech, Izuku lowers himself to the floor after spotting his friends.

"I swear, you're a genius, but you just act clueless sometimes." Hitoshi gripes.

"And he wonders why we chose him as president." Tokoyami's comment follows soon after.

Izuku face shifts to one of mock hurt, pouting as the group walks back to their table to finish their lunch.

"Tomura, did you manage to get what you needed?"

"Yes sensei, it went off without a hitch. Though, there's a slight issue." A gravely voice responded. The owner of which looked to be in his late teens or early twenties. A black hoodie and pants adorned his figure, covering most of his pale, dry skin.

"And that would be?"

"I felt an unusual presence while I was in the building. I could describe it with one word alone. Holy."