It had been several days since then. Classes had stayed pretty normal, though I noticed I was gradually building stronger connections with almost all of my classmates. I think I even managed to bring together people who, in the original canon, barely ever spoke to each other.But the most important thing was that my friendship with Izuku had grown a lot.
Although, to be honest, I've been trying to drop a few hints here and there to help him learn how to use One For All more efficiently… but he doesn't seem to catch on.Why don't I just tell him directly?Because I want him to figure it out for himself. I want him to grow like he did in canon—not just as a powerful hero, but as someone analytical, someone who can read opponents and adapt mid-fight. Later on, when he discovered that One For All carried other Quirks within it, he mastered them better than when he had just inherited the core power.
But for now... well, he's still green. Very green.You know what I mean.
After class, I headed over to the Support Course lab as usual. I had already finished the communicator I planned to use during the USJ invasion, so now I was focused on improving the holographic projection system.And I've got to say—I was making real progress.
I hooked the projector up to a small network of autonomous drones. Yep, I built several. Each one had its own mini projector, and together they synced up their output to form a more stable, fully 3D image from multiple angles.There's still a lot to improve—especially latency and motion syncing—but I'm happy with what I've achieved so far.
I'd also been working on my shockwave gauntlets. Thanks to my access to the lab and Support Course materials, I managed to boost their power a lot.The gloves built into my hero costume were basically functional copies of my earlier designs—just with a more polished, professional finish. But now, with this new version, the sonic vibrations were much stronger and more focused.I still can't knock down a building like Shocker from the comics… but I'm getting there.And best of all—this time, I didn't blow anything up.Can't say the same for Hatsume, though.
Speaking of her... well, we were getting along pretty well.To be honest, I hadn't originally planned to get too involved with her. She wasn't a major part of my long-term strategy.But over time, we realized we actually shared a lot of ideas and ways of thinking.Aside from that, we don't have too much in common—but even so, we've ended up working together way more than I expected.
Anyway... that's pretty much a summary of how the last few days went.
And now, here we are.
I was walking calmly toward the U.A. gate when I suddenly stopped in my tracks.
A crowd of reporters had gathered outside.
I frowned.
"So it's starting…" I muttered under my breath.
I walked closer to the entrance, still frowning. And, just as I expected, the moment they spotted me, the reporters turned their cameras and microphones my way like sharks catching the scent of blood.
"Hey, kid! Has All Might arrived at school yet?""What's it like having the Number One Hero as your teacher?""Is it true he trains students personally?"
I pretended not to hear them.
I simply lowered my head a little and kept walking calmly, avoiding eye contact.It wasn't that I was nervous—far from it.I just… didn't like that kind of attention.
I didn't want to end up on TV as some random student giving an interview.And I definitely didn't want to be the one making careless comments about All Might.
So, as the questions kept flying all around me, I walked straight through them without slowing down—like I was invisible.
The U.A. gates closed behind me with a metallic click.
Silence. At last.
Classes went by relatively normally.Or, well—U.A.'s version of "normal," which meant instead of boring lectures, we had a technical assessment in the gym and a class on hero ethics…
Until Aizawa arrived.
"Today, you'll be choosing your class representative," he announced in his usual deadpan tone.
As soon as Aizawa finished speaking, the whole class seemed to perk up.Most of them immediately started nominating themselves as class rep—raising their hands, shouting over each other, or just talking all at once.
That's when Iida raised his voice, using that firm tone and exaggerated hand gestures he's known for.
"I propose we do this democratically! A secret ballot would be the most fair!"
Surprisingly, most of the class agreed.As for Aizawa, he had already crawled into his sleeping bag in the corner of the room, with only half his face sticking out from the zipper.
"Do whatever you want," he mumbled, getting comfortable."You've got until recess."
And just like that, one of the strangest but most entertaining elections began.
The voting went pretty much the same way as it did in canon… with one small difference: this time, Yaoyorozu got three votes, and Midoriya only got two.One of those votes was mine.I genuinely thought Momo had the maturity and the skills needed to take on the role.
But something caught my attention.There was a vote with my name on it.
That was odd.
Most people voted for themselves—which, honestly, wasn't a surprise. But I hadn't voted for myself.So… who did?
I just shrugged.It didn't seem worth overthinking.It was just one vote.
When recess came around, I decided to switch things up a bit. Instead of hanging out with my usual group, I looked for a seat next to Yaoyorozu.She was sitting alone at the time, reviewing some notes, but she greeted me with a kind smile when she noticed me approaching.
We started chatting casually about school stuff.At some point, I congratulated her for being chosen as class rep—and couldn't resist teasing her a little:
"Congrats on becoming class president," I said with a slight grin."Should I start calling you Madam President now?"
"I don't think that'll be necessary," she replied softly, though I could see a bit of pride showing through her expression.
I smiled a little more at her reaction.Even if she tried to hide it, it was clear she appreciated the recognition.
"I know you'll do a great job," I added confidently."That's actually why I voted for you."
Her eyes widened slightly, surprised.
"You did?"
"Yeah," I answered naturally."I mean, most people voted for themselves, but… if I had to trust someone to represent us, I wanted to make the vote count."
"Thank you," she said, and her voice sounded more sincere than polite."I didn't know you thought that about me."
"I really do. You're responsible, smart… and clearly more mature than most of us."
There was a brief pause.She looked away for a moment, as if trying to hide a flustered expression.Maybe she was.
After a few seconds, she turned to her lunch and took a small, graceful bite.I did the same, though I didn't want the conversation to fade just yet.
"Hey, now that I think about it," I said, lowering my voice a little and leaning in just slightly, elbow resting on the table, "have you ever tried creating something… dangerous? I mean really toxic materials—like poison, acid, or even something radioactive?"
She blinked, clearly caught off guard by the question, and then looked thoughtful, her eyes drifting off for a moment.
"No, at least not anything like that. I have created some mildly irritating substances—like tear gas—for crowd control exercises… but nothing that could kill someone in a few minutes, if that's what you're asking."
"Hmm. But in theory... you could, right?" I went on, genuinely curious."If your Quirk works the way I think it does, the real limit wouldn't be the danger of the material, but how much you know about it."
"In theory, yes," she replied, lacing her fingers together on the table."If I had a deep enough understanding of the molecular structure of a poison or a specific radioactive isotope, I could replicate it. My Quirk doesn't distinguish between harmless and lethal—so long as I fully understand what I'm creating, it doesn't matter what it is."
"And when you do… do you feel any of its effects?" I asked, still intrigued."Like, when you generate something on your skin—say, a sword—does it cut you?"
She shook her head gently.
"I think the light you see when I create something acts like a kind of bioenergetic barrier. Maybe my body isolates the object during the creation process. I don't have a technical explanation for it, but I've never been hurt by anything I've made… at least not while it's still forming. Once it leaves my body, though, it behaves like any other object."
"Interesting…" I murmured, rubbing my chin."I've always thought your Quirk was fascinating. Honestly, more than most others in our class."
She raised an eyebrow, almost amused.
"Really?"
"Of course. Think about it," I said, leaning in a little."A lot of our classmates' Quirks are destructive, impulsive, or purely physical. Yours is strategic, technical, adaptable… In the long run, it's got way more potential if you train it right."
I was about to say more, but a loud alarm suddenly cut through the cafeteria.The lights flickered briefly, followed by an emergency message coming through the school's speaker system.
"Attention: Level Three security breach. All students must evacuate immediately."
I frowned. How inopportune…