"What's that?" Nemuri asked curiously when she noticed you lugging a large sack of unknown origin into the house.

"See for yourself," you responded, tossing the heavy bag to her. She wrenched open the top that was tied shut and gagged.

"Why did you bring him home?" She peered back into the bag once more to take a look at its contents.

Inside was the charred remains of the exploded criminal you were sent to capture earlier.

"Didn't you say we were eating him?"

"No! You're the one who offered also..." She sighed before pushing the bag towards you. "Please get rid of this." She looked disgusted at the chunks of human octopus meat, even though the blood was cleaned off and there were no bones or hair strands.

"Jeez," you muttered, waving your hand and making it disappear.

"Can you make a proper dinner without any human slash octopus meat please?" She gagged again at the thought of it.

"Only if you change out of your hero costume."

She smirked, striking a pose with her chest stuck out. "Is my voluptuous figure too sexy for you, the unbreakable witch?"

"No."

"It is!"

"No, it's not."

"Liar," she whispered, strutting off. You huffed as you pulled out a block of cheese, an unopened package of penne pasta, and a pot.

"Done!" Nemuri leaped into the kitchen as you put the pasta to a boil, wearing what looked like a sports bra, although it was slightly longer at the bottom, and a pair of jeans that were meant to show off her ass.

"I guess that's the best you can do," you sighed, turning back to the food you were cooking and stirring it with a wooden spoon.

"I'd like to see you look better than me!" she shouted, pouting.

"Then you work on the pasta and I'll be right back," you replied, throwing her the spoon.

You climbed up the stairwell to your room, throwing the closet door open to search for clothes that suited you. After a minute of searching, you located a cute white crop top with accents of different hues of blue and a black skirt that went well with the top.

"Cute!!!" Nemuri squealed when you walked into the kitchen. She was pouring the pasta into a strainer to dispose of the water. The cheese was already melted and steaming in a bowl, ready to pour.

"I see that you haven't burned the house down yet, good job," you muttered as she rolled her eyes. The table was set too, so you took your spot at the nearest chair. A large bowl of cheesy pasta was placed in front of you, and Nemuri sat down across from you.

"I still think you should've tried the octopus man's meat."

———

The next day, during homeroom, Aizawa shuffled up to his desk and opened his mouth to speak. "I took a look at your results and evaluations from yesterday's battle trials. Bakugou." He turned to address the boy in question. "Stop acting like a little kid. You have great potential, but your wasting it."

You expected Bakugou to return it with a snarky response, but instead, he grumbled, "I know."

Next, Aizawa turned to face Midoriya. "And you, Midoriya. Do you plan on hurting yourself every time you use your quirk?"

"No, sir..." he replied meekly.

"Now that that's out of the way, I have something for you to do. I'm sorry to spring this on all of you, but..." The whole class held their breath, most praying that it wasn't a test or pop quiz of some sort. "...You need to pick a class rep."

"That's so normal!" some of your classmates cheered.

"I wanna do it!"

"I'll do it, I'd be the best!"

"If I was class rep, all girls would have shorter skirts!"

"PICK ME!!!" Bakugou's hand was in the air emitting sparks because of his excitement.

"I suggest a vote!" Iida called out, shooting to his feet.

"Fine... Write down the name of the person you wish to be class rep and place at the front," Aizawa instructed.

You scribbled down Iida's name, as he seemed to be experienced and organized at stuff like this. You had no interest whatsoever in becoming the class representative, so you prayed no one would vote for you.

"I got three votes?" Midoriya shrieked when he saw the results. His name was written on the chalkboard at the top, with a number three next to it. Below that was Yaoyorozu, with two votes, and the rest of the class, with either one or zero votes.

"Someone gave me their vote?" Iida sounded astonished as this fact, so you assumed he had given his vote to Midoriya, since they seemed to be friends.

"I did," you said coolly, raising your hand.

"Thank you very much, (Last Name)!" He got up and bowed to you.

"Oh...um...you don't have to do that—"

"But I have to show my deep gratitude because you gave me your one vote!"

"Okay..?"

"So Midoriya will be your class rep and Yaoyorozu will be deputy class rep," Aizawa said, wiping off the chalkboard.

Class continued as always in the morning, and you thought it would've been peaceful for once, but of course that wouldn't happen.

"Attention, students!!!" A voice blasted through loudspeakers located on the cafeteria walls. "There has been a Level Three Security Breach!!! Please evacuate now!"

The students in the cafeteria shot up and started rushing their way out the doors and through the halls. You and Shouto got caught in the crowd and ended up getting stuck in the flow.

However, your head turned when you noticed Iida being risen into the air—probably by Uraraka's Zero Gravity quirk. His leg engines popped out and activated, propelling him forward while spinning him at the same time. He hit the wall hard, upright and without his glasses. That didn't stop him from what he did next though.

"Everyone! There's nothing to worry about! The breach was by the press, not villains, so please evacuate in a calm and orderly manner!" His strong and loud voice resonated throughout the hall, calming everyone so there was now only minimal pushing.

By the time you got back into class, lunch was over, and Midoriya was sent to the front with Yaoyorozu to say a speech or some words.

"Um...I'd like to give the position of class rep to Iida, because he really seems to know what he's doing and I don't," he mumbled meekly, trembling.

"Do whatever, just hurry up," Aizawa grumbled.

"I'm very honoured, Midoriya!" Iida and the former class rep switched places, and Aizawa got up to say what you were doing next.

"We're going to be going to a training center. It's fairly far away, so we're going to be taking a bus. Hurry up and change into your hero costume now."

A few minutes later, you were standing outside the bus, with Iida trying to organize everyone, his arms swishing up and down.

"Please stand in two lines in order of your class numbers!" he ordered, zooming around.

"Iida sure is going full-throttle," Uraraka commented.

"Yeah!" Midoriya replied happily.

In the end, Iida was slumped over on the bus, depressed. "I can't believe it was this kind of bus..."

You were quietly sitting next to Shouto as you watched and listened to your classmates chat in front of you. You didn't care for what hey were talking about, but you knew they were teasing Bakugou.

"It's kind of telling when we just met but we already know your personality is sewage crap steeped in garbage," Kaminari said.

"What the fuck did you say?!?" Bakugou screamed.

You sighed; they were way too loud.

"We're here!"

"Wow, is that the USJ?"

Your class collected inside, just in front of the large doors that were the entrance to the large dome-like building.

"Welcome," the hero you recognized as Thirteen said.