"That should do it... for the dresser."
You stepped back to admire your work. Your skin and facial products were arranged in a basket on top of your dresser. Some clothes were neatly folded and sorted by type in six of the eight drawers provided. You decided to save two at the top for other things you might need.
You opened your smallest suitcase and took out your hero costume.
You had it designed since middle school: it wasn't super fancy, though. It was a modest costume, that was comprised of: a bluish-white long-sleeved shirt with bell sleeves that slightly covered your hands; a slightly loose hem on the shirt, (similar to a shirtdress) that allowed you to breathe and move easy on the battlefield; a pair of light gray utility hybrid hiker tights (tights with pockets) that you could store fabrics and weapons in, just in case you lost your eyepatch or your quirk wasn't enough for some reason; and some plain old white running shoes that fit the theme you were trying to achieve. You were also thinking of making a more durable eyepatch, but that would have to wait for another time.
As of right now, your costume was sort of dirty. You decided to throw it in the wash, along with the pajamas you had been wearing for the past week (when you still lived in the garden). You finished up by hanging the last of your clothes in the closet, where Aizawa had hung some extra hangers for you to use.
"Now all I have to do is wait for tomorrow..."
~~~
Somewhere hidden deep in the darkest corners of the city, previously quiet forces started to stir. A mysterious person and some other shady figures discuss the latest happenings in the hero world.
The apparent ringleader steps up to a monitor and starts to speak:
"Seems like we'll get a chance to infiltrate the school sooner than expected, master... what do you think?"
The computer monitor flicked on with a purple glow.
"Yes, my disciple. You can go on with the plan. Make sure to target All Might, and don't forget the Nomu. If you need to, you can injure some students, but ultimately I want you to stick to the plan, understood?"
"Of course, master. We'll start preparations immediately."
~~~
Monday came along, and you found yourself at your desk once more.
'Sigh. If only the weekend was longer...'
Once all of your classmates shuffled in, Aizawa finally decided to enter the classroom. You decided that he probably went to sleep in the staff room for a bit before class started, since he did drive you to school early himself. Why else wouldn't he be in the classroom?
Aizawa, surprisingly not in a sleeping bag for once, spoke up in front of the class:
"Students, you're going to have to do something vital to the class today," He paused for dramatic effect, "you're going to pick a class rep."
The entire class let out a collective sigh of relief.
"That's super normal!!" Shouted a student.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get it done by the end of class and leave me alone, while you're at it. I honestly don't care."
And with that, he pulled out his signature yellow sleeping bag, hopped in, and collapsed in the corner of the room. He was asleep.
"So... who should be class rep.?" Said Kaminari, the blond haired student with a little black lightning bolt in his hair.
Suddenly everyone started shouting:
"Me! Me! Me! Choose me!"
"No, the obvious choice is moi!!"
"Pshh, as if these extras are worth the position! Choose me!! ME!!!"
"I'll bake cookies if you choose me!"
"SHUT UP!!!" Yelled a familiar voice. Lucas? You forgot he existed (oop).
"Don't you think we should just do a vote?"
You were honestly on the same boat as Aizawa: you didn't care. But for the sake of your eardrums, you replied:
"Yes. Everyone take a vote and shut up. Or else I'll delete your shoes."
Most students stiffened. They didn't really understand what your quirk was, and this was probably the first time you openly spoke to the whole class. You were the creepy quiet kid. You were capable of anything.
"Uhhh, alright then! Let's do what L/n-san said!!" Mina exclaimed.
"Hey! It was my idea," mumbled Lucas, with a childish pout.
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The votes came in and were tallied up only about 10 minutes after the debate.
Izuku got the first most votes: 5 (although he didn't look too thrilled about it).
Yaomomo got the second most votes: 4. She seemed somewhat pleased.
Iida, who really wanted the position, only got about 2 votes. He had a sorrowful aura around him.
You honestly just wanted to get it over with, and knowing how Iida already kept the class in line (albeit in an annoying way), you decided to vote for him. It was too bad that he didn't get the position, but it's not like you cared a whole lot. Izuku would probably do well anyway. He was a smart kid.
"Well, fair's fair. Midoriya is elected as class rep. And Yaoyorozu as Vice. Y'all can just chill until he bell rings for lunch I guess," Aizawa drowsily stated.
"Oh Iida, I voted for you! Too bad it didn't work out." Ochako pat Iida's back reassuringly.
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Sorry it's short haha 😅 I'm not super inspired lately, but I'm not dropping this book so don't worry!!
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