[Denki's POV]
The morning sun cast long shadows across the sidewalk as Mina, Eijiro, and I made our way toward U.A. High School. It was our third day—still early enough that everything felt new and exciting, but familiar enough that we'd started developing routines.
Mina was in the middle of an animated explanation about something All Might had said during yesterday's battle trial with her hands gesturing wildly as she spoke.
"—and then he was like, 'PLUS ULTRA!' and I was thinking, does he say everything like that? Like, does he order coffee that way? 'I WOULD LIKE A GRANDE LATTE WITH EXTRA FOAM—PLUS ULTRA STYLE!'"
Eijiro laughed, "That's actually pretty accurate. I bet he does."
"You think he sleeps like that too?" Mina continued, clearly on a roll. "Just lying in bed, suddenly sitting up and yelling 'GOODNIGHT, WORLD! I AM HERE... TO SLEEP!'"
I smiled at their banter, but my mind was elsewhere, cycling through calculations and contingencies for what was coming.
'The USJ incident,' I thought, my expression carefully neutral despite the weight of that knowledge. 'Tomorrow or the day after, depending on how closely we're following canon timeline. The League of Villains' first major attack. Shigaraki, Kurogiri, and most importantly... the Nomu.'
I'd been planning for this moment for years, running simulations in my head, considering every possible approach and outcome.
'There are multiple ways to handle the situation,' I analyzed clinically. 'The key is ending the fight before it truly begins. Using speed to neutralize threats before they can properly coordinate their attack. I'm not like some protagonist in a story who takes ten chapters to resolve a single fight, holding back unnecessarily and dragging things out for dramatic effect.'
'If I can't handle a group of mid-tier villains and one bioengineered weapon with Mach 5 speed at my disposal, then I'm a shameful excuse for a speedster. Simple as that.'
"Denki?" Mina's voice cut through my thoughts. "You okay? You've got that 'intensely plotting something' face on."
I blinked once before refocusing on my friends. "What? No, I was just thinking about your new training regimen."
Mina's expression immediately shifted from curiosity to horror. "Oh god, please tell me you're joking. We just finished the last training cycle!"
"I never joke about training," I said with an absolutely straight face.
She shivered dramatically. "You're a monster. A handsome, helpful monster, but still a monster."
"But thanks to that monster's training methods," I pointed out, unable to resist a bit of smugness, "you've mastered acid skating, can create an acid veil around your body for defense, and your body can now produce acidity strong enough to melt through most metals. You're welcome."
"I hate that you're right," Mina grumbled, but she was smiling.
Eijiro nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, man. Your training seriously works. I can maintain full Hardening for almost few hours now without breaking. That's insane progress compared to last year!"
Our conversation continued as we approached U.A.'s main gates, but I noticed something that made me internally sigh with resignation.
There are reporters... Lots of reporters.
They'd formed a small crowd outside the school entrance with cameras ready and microphones held hopefully, clearly waiting to ambush any students who might give them quotes about All Might's teaching debut.
'What a drag,' I thought with the energy of someone much older and more tired than my sixteen years body. 'This is going to be annoying.'
We walked forward anyway—no point avoiding the inevitable—and the moment the reporters spotted us, we were immediately swarmed.
"Are you in a class that All Might teaches?"
"Can you tell us something about him?"
"Is he a good teacher?"
"What's it like having the Symbol of Peace as your instructor?"
Questions overlapped each other, creating an incomprehensible wall of noise and expectation.
I held up one hand, not particularly loudly but with enough presence that the gesture commanded attention.
"I can answer your questions," I said calmly, "but only if you all quiet down for a moment."
The effect was immediate and slightly unsettling. The entire crowd of professional journalists—people who made their living by being aggressive and persistent—actually stopped talking and turned their full attention to me.
'Huh,' I thought with mild surprise. 'That actually worked. Either I'm getting better at this whole "charisma" thing, or they're really desperate for quotes.'
"All Might is new to teaching," I began while choosing my words carefully, "but he's genuinely putting in effort to be good at it. Yesterday's combat training with him was educational and well-structured, even if his presentation style is... let's say 'enthusiastically dramatic.'"
A few reporters chuckled at that.
I continued, letting a slight smile cross my face. "Though I have to admit, it was pretty weird seeing him burst through the classroom door in full hero costume on his first day. He might announced himself by yelling 'I AM HERE!' and posing. Very on-brand, but definitely not standard teacher behavior."
More laughter from the reporters, several of them scribbling notes frantically.
"The class was fun, engaging, and honestly comparable to our first session with our homeroom teacher—though in completely different ways. All Might brings enthusiasm and inspiration. He makes you want to push yourself harder, be better, live up to the legacy he represents." I paused for effect. "He's doing his best to be as good at teaching as he is at being the Number One Hero. And considering he's the best hero in the world, that's setting the bar pretty high for himself."
I glanced at the clock visible through the school gates and made an exaggerated expression of surprise.
"Oh my, look at the time!" I started walking toward the entrance, waving politely at the reporters. "I'm sorry, but that's all the time I have. I wouldn't want to be late for class, after all. U.A. is the best hero school in the world, which means they require the best from both their teachers and their students. Can't disappoint those high expectations!"
Several reporters turned their attention toward Mina and Eijiro with microphones extended hopefully.
I smoothly intercepted, positioning myself between my friends and the press.
"It's probably not a good idea to overwhelm every single student who walks through these gates," I said pleasantly but firmly. "Maybe give everyone some breathing room? Otherwise, you might get a reputation as aggressive rather than professional. Please consider it as a friendly suggestion!"
Then I gently but inexorably shepherded Mina and Eijiro through the gates before the reporters could formulate new questions.
"Thanks for the save," Eijiro said once we were safely inside. "I had no idea what I was going to say if they asked me stuff."
"Probably something enthusiastic and honest but tactically inadvisable," I replied with a grin. "Which is why I intervened. You're welcome."
"You're way too good at talking to reporters," Mina observed. "It's kind of scary. Like, you sounded professional. We're sixteen!"
"Seventeen in a few months," I corrected absently. "And I've had practice. Being class president in middle school means dealing with faculty, administrators, and occasionally parents. You develop people skills quickly or you drown in bureaucracy."
....
When we entered Class 1-A's homeroom, several of our classmates had already arrived. Momo sat at her desk near the window, reviewing notes from yesterday's lessons. Iida was already present, of course, his posture rigid and perfect as he organized his materials with military precision.
A few others were scattered around the room in various states of wakefulness.
I gave a general greeting to the room—"Morning, everyone"—and made my way toward where Momo was sitting.
She looked up as I approached, and a slight smile crossed her face. "Oh, good morning, Kaminari-kun."
"Good morning, Yaoyorozu-san," I replied, then deliberately shifted to her given name with a friendly smile. "How was your morning, Momo? Did you also get bothered by the reporters outside?"
She sighed before setting down her notes. "Yes, it was rather tiresome. They were quite persistent with their questions about All Might-sensei."
"Tell me about it," I commiserated, leaning casually against the desk beside hers. "I had to give them a whole diplomatic speech just to get them to let us through the gates."
Mina inserted herself into the conversation with her characteristic enthusiasm. "Denki was so smooth with them! He sounded like a professional PR person!"
"I wouldn't go that far," I protested mildly.
"You absolutely did," Eijiro confirmed. "It was kind of impressive and kind of terrifying."
We continued chatting—light conversation about yesterday's battle trials, speculation about what today's classes might involve, general getting-to-know-you topics that new classmates discuss.
At some point, Momo fell into deep thought, her expression distant as she mentally worked through something.
I found myself studying her profile—the way her dark ponytail fell over one shoulder, the slight furrow between her eyebrows when she concentrated, the elegant posture that spoke of years of etiquette training.
'She's... actually really pretty,' I realized with the sudden clarity of someone who'd been too focused on training and planning to notice such things before. 'And smart. And genuinely kind despite her wealthy background. That's a rare combination.'
An impulse struck me—completely unprecedented in either of my lives—and before I could overthink it, I reached out and gently poked her cheek.
Momo jolted like I'd hit her with a mild electrical shock, her eyes widening as she turned to stare at me.
"W-wha?!" Her face immediately flushed pink.
I couldn't help the smirk that crossed my face. "C'mon now, Momo~" I pitched my voice into a teasing tone I'd never used before. "You need to be awake for lessons, sleepyhead~"
Mina and Eijiro suddenly turned to me with shocked expressions.
From the corner of my eye, I noticed the entire classroom had suddenly gone very quiet, multiple pairs of eyes focused on our interaction with varying degrees of shock and interest.
'Oh,' I thought with dawning realization. 'This is probably the first time I've been this casually affectionate with a girl in front of everyone. They're definitely going to read way too much into this.'
Eijiro raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile playing at his lips. Mina had a full-blown teasing grin, looking like she'd just discovered the juiciest gossip in the world.
'They're thinking I'm bringing Momo into my inner circle,' I analyzed. 'Since until now, my close friends list has only included Mina, Eijiro, and Megumi-nee. Adding another person—especially a girl—is apparently noteworthy.'
I caught Momo's eye again, and we shared a moment of amused understanding before both starting to smile and joke about yesterday's battle trial.
"Your strategic planning was really impressive," I said genuinely. "The way you anticipated my attack vectors and prepared counters showed serious tactical thinking."
"Thank you," Momo replied, her earlier embarrassment fading into pleased satisfaction. "Though you still found the weakness in my defense. I should have reinforced the exterior walls, not just the doors and windows."
"Hindsight is always clearer," I acknowledged. "But now you know for next time. That's what training is for—making mistakes in controlled environments so you don't make them when lives are at stake."
We continued our conversation, falling into an easy back-and-forth that felt natural despite only knowing each other for a few days.
Meanwhile, a certain grape-haired student was literally crying tears of jealousy at his desk.
"Damn it!" Mineta's voice cracked with emotion. "High school just started, you electric bastard! How are you already so smooth with girls?!"
I turned slightly, caught his eye, and gave him the most evil smirk I could manage. Then I turned back to Momo with a friendly, innocent smile.
Mineta looked like he wanted to murder me with his tears of frustration.
'Good,' I thought with dark satisfaction. 'Maybe if he's focused on being jealous of me, he'll spend less time being a creepy pervert to the girls in class.'
It wasn't just Mineta. Several other boys had similar expressions of shock and confusion, like they couldn't quite process what they were witnessing.
The classroom door opened again, and Bakugo entered with his usual scowl. He immediately sensed the strange atmosphere, his red eyes scanning the room suspiciously.
"What the hell is going on here?" he demanded.
Someone pointed toward where Momo and I were still talking.
Bakugo looked, processed the situation for exactly two seconds, then turned back to address the entire classroom with a single word, "Losers."
'Since he got Midoriya, I guess he isn't interested in girls.' I thought while laughing internally.
Momo, apparently oblivious to the attention we'd attracted, continued our conversation about media relations.
"But seriously, Momo," I said, shifting back to the topic of the reporters outside, "you should probably develop a strategy for dealing with the press. Not just ignoring them, but actively cultivating a working relationship."
Even though she might already have an idea—considering she's incredibly rich, after all. People always say it's better to stay on good terms with wealthy classmates, especially when they're influential. Not to mention, she's got two mini mountains.
'Damn these teenage hormones,' I cursed inwardly, while maintaining a normal expression.
She tilted her head slightly, curious.
"You're going to be a Pro Hero, which means public image matters whether you like it or not," I explained. "If you establish yourself as approachable and professional with journalists now—maybe do scheduled interviews on your own terms—they'll be less likely to dig into your personal life looking for stories. Give them what they want in controlled doses, and they'll leave you alone otherwise."
Even while I was explaining this practical advice, Momo still had that slight flush on her cheeks, clearly not entirely focused on my words. "Y-yeah... I get that..."
'She's still flustered from earlier,' I realized. 'That's... kind of adorable, actually.'
The thought surprised me. I'd never really paid attention to this sort of thing before—too focused on training, on preparing for the future, on becoming strong enough to change fate.
'But maybe,' I mused, 'teenage hormones are finally catching up with me. Or maybe I'm finally allowing myself to relax enough to notice these things. Either way...'
I looked at Momo again and felt something warm settle in my chest. 'Maybe it's okay to have some fun while saving the world. Balance and all that.'
An impulse struck me again—apparently I was full of unprecedented impulses this morning.
I leaned closer to Momo, adopting an expression of concern. "Are you okay, Momo?" I asked softly. "You look a little flushed. Do you have a fever?"
Before she could respond, I closed the remaining distance between us and gently pressed our foreheads together, checking her temperature the old-fashioned way.
The classroom's background noise completely died.
Eijiro whistled and gave a thumbs-up, while Mina raised her eyebrows and covered her mouth in surprise.
Momo's eyes went wide, her face turning an even brighter shade of red.
"You seem okay," I murmured, close enough that only she could hear. "But it might be better if you went to the infirmary for a bit. Have Recovery Girl check you out properly."
"N-no..." Momo's voice came out barely above a whisper. "I'm okay..."
"I can carry you if you want," I offered, maintaining that concerned expression while internally laughing at her reaction. "I'm really worried about you. You've been acting weird since this morning."
I gently took her hands in mine, my palms warm against her cooler skin. "Are you sure you're okay?"
She just nodded meekly, apparently having lost the ability to form complete sentences.
"If you say so." I released her hands and stepped back, giving her space to recover.
Mina had a teasing smirk that could probably be seen from space. Eijiro looked torn between amusement and secondhand embarrassment.
I quietly returned to my own desk with Eijiro following, leaving Momo to be immediately surrounded by curious female classmates.
"Dude," Eijiro said quietly once we'd sat down, "are you interested in Yaoyorozu-san? You've never shown interest in girls before. Like, ever."
I smiled and shrugged. "Teenage hormones are apparently a real thing. Who knew?"
"That's it?" Eijiro pressed. "Just hormones?"
"Honestly?" I thought about it for a moment. "Until now, my mind has been completely focused on getting stronger, making money, preparing to save people, and planning how to face future threats. Romance wasn't even on my radar."
"And now?"
"Now..." I glanced back toward where Momo was being questioned by an excited group of girls—Mina, Uraraka, Tsuyu, and Emma all talking over each other. "Now I'm thinking maybe it's okay to relax a little. Have some fun. Experience normal teenage things while I still can."
'Before everything goes to hell, if my plan failed,' I added mentally but didn't say aloud.
I looked at Momo again, catching her eye across the classroom. She immediately looked away with her face still flushed and I smiled.
'Yeah,' I thought. 'Maybe this could be nice.'
Then the door slid open, and Aizawa-sensei shuffled in looking like he'd pulled an all-nighter and possibly died somewhere in the middle of it.
Everyone immediately settled into their seats, conversation dying as we waited for him to speak.
"Good work on yesterday's combat training," he began, his voice as flat and emotionless as ever. "I reviewed the video footage and results."
He set down a stack of papers and turned his attention to specific students.
"Bakugo." The blonde explosive boy immediately tensed. "You're talented, so don't act like a child throwing a tantrum. You have what it takes to be a hero—just get your temper under control and think more rationally before you accidentally kill someone."
Bakugo's jaw clenched, but he managed to respond civilly. "I know."
'That's actually growth for him,' I noted. 'Canon Bakugo would have exploded—literally—at that critique.'
Then Aizawa turned to Midoriya, who immediately stiffened like he'd been hit with a paralyzing Quirk.
"You broke your arm again, huh?" Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "The excuse that you can't control your Quirk is getting old, Midoriya. I know you've made progress with that five percent control Kaminari suggested, but if that's not enough, you'll just use your full power and destroy yourself again. I hate repeating myself—get your Quirk under control properly, or you're going to have a very short hero career. Time's ticking."
Midoriya nodded frantically, looking appropriately chastised and determined.
Aizawa addressed a few other students—praising some, critiquing others—before his gaze landed on me.
"Kaminari. Good strategic thinking yesterday. Keep it up."
'That's... surprisingly straightforward praise from him,' I thought with mild surprise. 'I was expecting more critique.'
Then Aizawa addressed the entire class.
"Now let's get down to homeroom business." He paused dramatically, and I could feel the entire class tense with anticipation. "Sorry about the late notice, but today, I'll have you..."
The pause stretched. "...decide on a class representative."
The tension immediately transformed into excited chaos.
"I want to be class rep! Pick me!" Eijiro literally jumped from his seat with his hand raised enthusiastically.
'You are literally one of the worst options for this job,' I thought with affection. 'You're great at many things, my friend, but paperwork and organization are not among them.'
Everyone started shouting variations of "Me! Me! Pick me!" with varying degrees of desperation and enthusiasm.
I watched the chaos for exactly ten seconds before deciding to intervene.
I brought my thumb and index finger together, channeling electricity between them, and—SNAP!
The electrical discharge created a sound like a gunshot, cutting through the noise instantly.
Everyone turned to stare at me.
I stood up calmly, meeting their eyes one by one.
"Okay, look," I began with my voice carrying easily in the sudden silence. "I know you all see being class representative as a cool position of authority, but it's actually a tiring, thankless job. Trust me—I was class president for all three years of middle school. I'm speaking from experience here."
I let that sink in for a moment.
"You have to stay at school when everyone else has left to handle administrative tasks. You have to do paperwork—lots of paperwork. You have to keep constant tabs on everyone's wellbeing and academic progress. It's a position that requires genuine responsibility and understanding of what it means to lead others, not just boss them around."
I narrowed my eyes slightly. "Wanting to be class rep just because you think it sounds cool? That's stupid in my eyes. This position needs to be treated with the respect it deserves. Which is why I personally only see two or three people in this room who would actually make it worthwhile."
Eijiro, having been subjected to my class president work in middle school, immediately sat back down and went quiet.
'Sorry, friend,' I thought. 'But you know I'm right.'
Asui raised her hand, her large eyes focused on me thoughtfully. "It almost sounds like you're trying to make the position so unappealing that you could take it for yourself without competition, ribbit."
I shrugged unapologetically. "You can interpret it however you want, Asui-san. I'm just warning people that if they actually want this position, they should be prepared for the work that comes with it. It's not all glory and authority."
'Class representative is genuinely more of a pain in the ass than anything else,' I thought. 'But someone competent needs to do it, or everything becomes disorganized chaos.'
"I mostly agree with Kaminari-kun," Iida spoke up, his hand chopping through the air in that distinctive way of his. "The position of class representative should be treated with respect and responsibility, not as a popularity contest."
'And there's option one for competent leadership,' I noted. 'Iida would be perfect for the job. He values rules, understands hierarchy, and could probably recite the entirety of quirk usage law in his sleep.'
The class started talking among themselves again, the volume rising as different groups debated the merits of various selection methods.
"I believe we should hold a democratic election," Iida declared.
"But we haven't known each other for that long," Tsuyu pointed out reasonably. "How can we trust whoever gets elected, ribbit?"
"Yeah!" Eijiro agreed. "Everyone will just vote for themselves anyway!"
I decided to add fuel to the chaotic fire with a deliberately simple solution. "Then we just can't vote for ourselves," I said, as if this solved everything. "Problem eliminated."
The arguing intensified rather than decreased.
Aizawa-sensei, who had been watching this entire debate with his usual dead-eyed expression, finally sighed. "Choose someone before the end of the day, or everyone gets detention," he said flatly. "I don't care how you decide. Just decide. You're wasting time."
Then he crawled into his sleeping bag and presumably went to sleep, having fulfilled his teaching obligations for the morning.
'I love his teaching style,' I thought with genuine amusement. 'Maximum efficiency and minimum emotional investment.'
.....
Classes passed like a bullet train and soon lunchtime arrived, and our friend group—currently consisting of Mina, Eijiro, Momo, Jiro, and myself—made our way to the cafeteria together.
The space was absolutely packed with students from all four courses, the noise level bordering on overwhelming.
"Wow, it's still surprising how many people there are," Mina observed while looking around with wide eyes.
"All four courses have lunch during the same period," I explained while scanning for empty tables. "I'm more surprised there are still available seats."
We found an empty table and claimed it quickly.
The hero Lunch Rush himself was serving food at one of the stations, his chef's hat bobbing enthusiastically as he worked. "Please enjoy your lunch!" he called out cheerfully.
I gave him a genuine smile as I accepted my tray. "Thank you for preparing the meal, Lunch Rush-san. It looks delicious."
'And I need lots of it,' I thought while eyeing my tray that was piled significantly higher than most students'. 'Creating and storing electricity requires massive caloric intake. My metabolism burns through energy like a furnace.'
After searching for an empty place to eat for a while, we finally sat down and immediately began our meal.
I ate quickly—not too quickly, that would be rude—but definitely faster than my friends.
"Still, we need to decide on the class representative thing," Eijiro brought up between bites. "I still think democracy where we can vote for ourselves is the way to go."
"I still think it's stupid to have the option to vote for yourself," I replied, shoveling rice into my mouth. "Defeats the entire purpose of objective evaluation."
Momo sighed with a smile. "You're very passionate about this, Kaminari-kun."
"I have experience with class politics," I said. "Painful, paperwork-filled experience."
Jiro was about to say something when—WAAAAAAA WAAAAAAA WAAAAAAA.
An alarm blared through the cafeteria, loud enough to make several people cover their ears.
"[THERE HAS BEEN A LEVEL 3 SECURITY BREACH. ALL STUDENTS PLEASE EVACUATE OUTDOORS PROMPTLY.]"
The mechanical voice was calm, but the effect on the student body was immediate and chaotic.
'Here we go,' I thought, already activating my Quirk subtly to speed up my perception.
Time seemed to slow as electricity surged through my brain, accelerating my thought processes to superhuman levels.
'Security breach. That means the reporters somehow got past the main gate's security barrier—probably destroyed it to get through and I know it wasn't just them that got inside. The alarm system is automated, so it triggers whenever the barrier is compromised. In canon, this was caused by Shigaraki testing his Decay Quirk on the barrier.'
I mentally reviewed my plans for the upcoming USJ incident again before making minor adjustments based on current circumstances.
'Tomorrow or the day after but definitely soon.'
After confirming my plans were solid, I stopped using electricity to accelerate my thoughts and returned to normal time perception.
The cafeteria had descended into absolute pandemonium.
Students were shoving and pushing each other toward the exits, panic spreading like wildfire through the crowd. People were crying, shouting, trampling anyone who fell in the desperate rush to evacuate.
'This is pathetic,' I thought with disappointment. 'These are supposed to be the best and brightest students in the course, and they're acting like mindless sheep.'
Eijiro, Mina, Momo, and Jiro remained calm and began to analyze the situation, with Momo guessing that it might be reporters breaking in.
I was tall enough—thanks to years of physical training—that I could see over most of the crowd. I jumped slightly to get a better view through the windows.
Outside, I spotted Aizawa-sensei and Present Mic dealing with a group of reporters who'd apparently forced their way onto campus.
I widened my hands and clapped them together—not a normal clap, but one infused with enough electricity to create a sound like a gunshot.
BOOM!
The explosive sound cut through every cry and shout, drowning out the panic and forcing everyone to freeze and turn toward the source... Me.
Standing on a table so everyone could see me clearly.
"Will you all just stop for a moment and think?" My voice carried across the cafeteria, not shouting but projecting with enough force to be heard. "You're running like a bunch of panicked sheep, trampling whoever falls to the ground with zero regard for their safety or wellbeing."
I pointed toward the windows. "If you look outside, you'll see it's just reporters from the press who somehow got through the security barrier. Not some villains and an actual threat but an overly aggressive journalists."
Some students looked ashamed. Others looked skeptical.
"So take it slow," I continued. "Help anyone who fell. Check if they need medical attention. If they do, bring them to Recovery Girl's office. Think before you act."
I could see some people weren't satisfied with my explanation, a few even looking insulted that I'd called them out.
'Time to appeal to their pride,' I decided.
"You're all students who got accepted into U.A. High School," I said while letting a slight edge enter my voice. "That means you're supposed to be smart, capable, and better than this mindless panic. So use that intelligence you supposedly have."
That seemed to work. The crowd began moving more calmly, actually helping fallen students rather than stepping over them.
I hopped down from the table and found my friends staring at me with various expressions.
"What?" I asked.
Eijiro grinned and put a hand on my shoulder. "Some things can't be changed, huh? You're a natural-born leader, man."
"I just don't like seeing people act stupid when they should know better," I deflected.
"That's literally what leaders do," Mina pointed out. "They see chaos and bring order. You did that in like thirty seconds."
"Forty-five seconds," I corrected. "But who's counting?"
They laughed, and I felt their knowing smiles boring into me.
'I know what they're thinking,' I realized with resignation. 'They're going to nominate me for class representative. This little display just sealed my fate.'
Even though I didn't like the idea of being class president, a small part of me—very small—might have wanted the position, to lead Class 1-A and stand at the front in the battles we were about to face.
Sure enough, when we returned to the classroom after the situation was resolved—police sirens wailing outside as they dealt with the reporters—Aizawa looked at us expectantly.
"So," he said in his characteristic dead voice, "have you decided how you'll choose your class representative?"
I looked at him seriously. "I suppose democracy is the way to go."
Most of the class agreed and we voted.
When the results came in, even I was slightly surprised by how one-sided they were.
Midoriya Izuku: 1 vote
Yaoyorozu Momo: 2 votes
Kaminari Denki: 17 votes
'Damn,' I thought while staring at the numbers. 'That's... more unanimous than I expected. Even Iida voted for me.'
I'd voted for Momo, so that meant she'd probably voted for me. Mineta had likely voted for Momo based on his... preferences. Uraraka had probably voted for Midoriya.
And everyone else—literally everyone else—had voted for me.
I stood up from my desk, turned to face the entire class, and bowed formally.
"Thank you all for your confidence and trust in me. Even though I didn't want this position, since everyone wants me to be class president, I'll accept it," I said solemnly.
"I promise I'll only abuse the power you've given me for small and petty things."
That got confused looks from several people.
I continued with a completely straight face. "But don't worry—I'm a friendly fascist. I'll be a tyrant you can trust."
There was a beat of silence. Then the class caught on that I was joking, and snickers spread through the room.
Even Aizawa's mouth twitched slightly in what might have been a smile beneath his capture weapon.
"Congratulations, Class Representative Kaminari," Aizawa said dryly. "Try not to abuse your power too much on the first day."
"I promise, Sensei."
'Well,' I thought, settling back into my seat with a smile, 'at least this position gives me more authority to coordinate everyone during the USJ attack. That's going to be useful.'