Here is today's chapter.
Bonus Chapter at: 500 PS
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Early in the morning two figures made their way toward U.A. High School. The city was just beginning to wake up. Shopkeepers opening their stores, early commuters heading to work, and all that.
Akira and Momo walked side by side down the familiar path to school. Akira had his medical pipe in hand, occasionally taking a puff, while Momo carried her school bag.
"I still can't believe Nia really didn't come with you today," Momo said, glancing at Akira with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.
Akira sighed and looked at her. "Today is her checkup day at the vet. And you know exactly how she feels about that."
Momo giggled. She could perfectly picture the small black cat darting around the Shuzenji house, hiding under furniture, climbing curtains, doing absolutely anything to avoid being caught and taken to the veterinarian.
"Yeah..." Momo said, still smiling at the mental image. "Your mom is probably trying to catch her right now."
"Oh, definitely," Akira confirmed. "Last time it took her two hours and she had to bribe Nia with some top level tuna. The little menace has this whole escape route planned out."
"Poor little thing," Momo said jokingly.
As they continued walking and approached the front gate of U.A. High School, they both noticed something unusual. A massive crowd had gathered in front of the entrance. Reporters with cameras, journalists with notepads, news vans with satellite dishes, all creating a chaotic scene that completely blocked the normal path students would take.
Momo looked at the scene and immediately understood. "I guess All Might teaching here is public news now."
Meanwhile, Akira took a long puff from his pipe, his expression shifting to one of clear irritation as he looked at the media circus ahead of them.
"I hate these fuckers," he muttered darkly.
"Language, Akira," Momo chided automatically, though without real heat in her voice.
"Got it, Mom," Akira replied with a completely straight face.
She hit his arm jokingly, and he just laughed at her reaction.
They began making their way through the crowd, trying to reach the gate without drawing too much attention. Unfortunately, in a sea of reporters desperately looking for any U.A. student to interview, that was basically impossible.
A man with a literal camera for a head — his quirk apparently replacing his entire head with a functioning video camera — spotted them immediately. His lens focused on Akira specifically, and something in his journalistic instincts screamed at him.
Jackpot, he thought.
He rushed forward, nearly knocking over another reporter in his haste, and shoved a microphone toward Akira's face.
"Excuse me! I'm from Daily News Japan!" the camera-headed man said quickly, his voice coming from speakers built into his camera-head. "How does it feel to learn directly from All Might? What's he like as a teacher? Can you give us any exclusive details?"
Akira blinked, his expression shifting to complete innocent confusion. He looked at the reporter with wide, surprised eyes.
"All Might?" Akira said, sounding genuinely shocked. "He's here at U.A.? Teaching? This is literally the first time I'm hearing about this!"
The reporter's camera lens whirred, trying to focus on Akira's face to determine if he was being serious.
"You... you didn't know?" the reporter asked, clearly thrown off.
"No idea!" Akira said earnestly. "Wow, that's big news! I'll go check and confirm it for you, my friend. If it's true, I'll let you know!"
And with that, Akira walked right past the stunned reporter, a small smirk.
Momo paused briefly, giving the confused camera-headed man an apologetic smile. "Sorry about him," she said politely before quickly following Akira.
The reporter stood there frozen, as he processed what had just happened. He'd been completely played, and he knew it.
"I hate my job," he muttered to himself, lowering his microphone in defeat.
Ten minutes later, Class 1-A was filled with the usual pre-class energy. Students chatted in small groups, comparing notes about yesterday's training, discussing their performances, and generally enjoying the brief freedom before their teacher arrived.
Momo sat with Mina and Toru near the windows, the three of them deep in conversation about fashion trends. Mina was animatedly explaining something about the latest street style from Shibuya, while Toru's floating sleeves gestured enthusiastically in agreement.
"So the layered look is totally in right now," Mina was saying, "but you have to balance it with... oh, Momo, you're lost, aren't you?"
Momo looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I don't really keep up with fashion trends. The Yaoyorozu family has a personal stylist who handles my wardrobe."
"That's so fancy!" Toru squealed. "But also you're missing out! Half the fun is choosing your own style!"
Mina grinned. "Don't worry, we'll educate you! Consider this an important part of your hero training: hero fashion sense!"
The three of them laughed together, and Momo found herself genuinely enjoying the casual conversation about something completely unrelated to academics or hero work.
Meanwhile, Akira was in his usual spot in the back corner of the classroom, completely relaxed. He had his chair tilted back slightly, his feet up on his desk, puffing casually on his medical pipe. He looked like he didn't have a care in the world.
Just then, the classroom door slid open.
Aizawa walked in, looking as tired and disheveled as always. His capture scarf hung loosely around his neck, his hair was a mess, and his eyes carried the exhaustion of someone who definitely did not get enough sleep.
He made his way to the podium at the front of the classroom, and the students quickly settled down, returning to their seats.
"I watched all of your test videos from yesterday," Aizawa began. "Good work, everyone. Most of you showed decent improvement and understanding of the basics."
A few students perked up at the rare praise.
Then Aizawa's gaze shifted to one student in particular.
"Bakugo."
Bakugo's head snapped up, his expression already defensive.
"You're talented," Aizawa continued bluntly. "So don't act like a kid. You have skill, but your attitude is going to hold you back if you don't get it under control."
Bakugo looked like he was about to explode — literally, given his quirk — but he visibly held himself back.
Aizawa nodded, acknowledging the self-control, then turned his attention to the green-haired student sitting behind Bakugo.
"Midoriya."
Izuku jumped up from his seat like he'd been electrocuted. "YES!!"
"You broke your arm again," Aizawa stated flatly.
Izuku immediately looked down, his face flushing with embarrassment.
"I really don't like repeating myself. You not being able to control your quirk does not give you the liberty to keep breaking your bones like they're disposable. If you can't control it, don't use it until you can. Understood?"
"YES, SENSEI!" Izuku said loudly.
Then Aizawa's eyes shifted to the back corner of the classroom.
"Akira."
Before Aizawa could say anything else, Akira spoke up immediately.
"I caused excessive property damage because I was playing the villain role," he said, as if that explained and justified everything. "Villains don't care about infrastructure costs."
Aizawa just stared at him for a long moment, his expression completely unreadable.
"That was not what I was going to say," Aizawa finally responded dryly.
Akira blinked. "Oh?"
"What I wanted to say," Aizawa continued, "was good job on not using excessive force to subdue your opponents. You could have seriously injured them, but you showed restraint and control. That's important."
"Oh. That." Akira nodded. "Thanks, I guess."
Aizawa's eye twitched slightly at the casual response, but he let it go.
He then looked at the entire class, his expression becoming slightly more serious.
"Now let's get to today's agenda," he announced.
The class sat up straighter, paying attention.
"I totally forgot to do this yesterday," Aizawa admitted without any shame, "so we're going to handle it today instead."
The class tensed slightly, wondering what he'd forgotten.
"Today, we will be deciding the class president and vice president," Aizawa stated.
The reaction was immediate.
"I WANT TO BE CLASS PRESIDENT!"
"NO, I SHOULD BE PRESIDENT!"
"PICK ME!"
"I'D BE GREAT AT IT!"
Nearly everyone started yelling at the same time, hands shooting up, voices overlapping in chaotic enthusiasm.
Akira watched the chaos unfold and laughed quietly. "Heh. Why would anyone actually want to do that, right?"
He turned to Momo, expecting agreement.
She had a nervous smile on her face and was very deliberately looking away from him.
Akira's eyebrows rose. "You want to be class president too, don't you?"
Momo's nervous smile grew slightly. "Yeah," she admitted. "But--"
She paused, then added quickly, "I know you wouldn't enjoy being president. The responsibility, the attention, all the organizing. But I would really like it if you would be there with me. As vice president, or the president"
She became more nervous, the words coming faster.
"You know, because you know how I work and I know how you work and it would make things easier and we already work well together and--"
Before she could continue spiraling into a rambling explanation, Akira cut her off with a smile.
"If I get the chance, I'd love to," he said simply, his tone genuine and warm.
Momo stopped mid-sentence, her expression brightening immediately. "Really?"
"Really."
She smiled back, the nervousness melting away. "Thanks, Akira."
"SILENCE!!"
Everyone stopped yelling and turned to look.
Iida stood at his desk, his hand raised high in the air, his expression intensely serious.
"WE SHOULD DO THIS IN AN ORGANIZED WAY!!" he declared.
The class fell silent, staring at him.
"This is a very important position!" Iida continued, his hand chopping through the air in precise gestures. "The class president and vice president will represent all of us! They will be responsible for our collective voice and organization! This decision cannot be made through random shouting!"
"Is this really needed?" Tsuyu asked.
"YES!!" Iida practically shouted. "Absolutely necessary!"
He turned sharply toward the front of the classroom.
"Aizawa-sensei! What do you think?!"
Aizawa, who had apparently produced his yellow sleeping bag from nowhere while the class was arguing, was already climbing into it.
"Do whatever you want," he said, his voice muffled as he zipped himself in. "When you're done, wake me up."
And with that, he lay down on the floor behind the podium and apparently went to sleep immediately.
The class stared at their teacher's sleeping bag in various states of disbelief.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," Akira spoke up, breaking the silence. "Nothing better than good old democracy. Let the people decide."
Seeing the strongest student in their class agree with the voting idea, the rest of the class gradually accepted it.
"Alright, let's do it properly then," Momo agreed.
Iida looked absolutely thrilled that his suggestion had been accepted. He immediately began organizing the voting procedure with the efficiency of someone who had probably been student council president at every school he'd ever attended.
Ten minutes later, the results were tallied and written on the blackboard.
The top three vote-getters were:
Akira Shuzenji: 5 votes (Cliche.... man, the author sucks)
Momo Yaoyorozu: 3 votes
Izuku Midoriya: 2 votes
Momo turned to Akira with an excited smile, her eyes practically glowing with happiness.
Akira nodded at her, returning the smile.
That's going to be a lot of work, he thought to himself, already imagining the meetings and organizational responsibilities that came with being vice president.
But then he looked at Momo's excited expression again.
Well, at least my best friend is happy about it.
And honestly, that made it worth it.
The class began to settle down, congratulating both of them, with several students coming up to shake their hands or offer support. (Politicians lol)
In the back of Akira's mind, he knew that being class officers would probably lead to more responsibilities, more attention, and more situations where he'd have to actually interact with people beyond his small circle.
But as he watched Momo already discussing potential plans and ideas with Iida — who looked like he might cry from joy at having such organized classmates — Akira found he didn't really mind.
Some things were worth the inconvenience.
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So yeah, I know pretty cliche. But what can you expect? He is the strongest, the girls like his personality, and he is the boss for a week. I think that is enough for 5 votes.
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