Chapter 17

                                    

                                          
Nakano gave a start when the alarms blared through the building, just as she was making her way to her classroom. Yesterday had been an experience, to say the least, and she'd been dead tired when she finally trudged up to her room. Someone had kindly left her a tray of food at her bedroom door—she'd missed dinner, since the cafeteria closed at six-thirty, and they'd gotten back at seven—and Present Mic and Aizawa had patrols right after, so they didn't have a chance to buy dinner. After scarfing down the food, she'd collapsed in her bed and slept for ten hours straight.
                          
The media had been whipped into a frenzy after discovering that All Might was now a teacher at UA. They'd been camped out in front of the school grounds for two days already—Nakano's bodyguards had very astutely led her away from the crowds and into the back doors when they'd arrived—and they showed no intention of leaving until they managed to get an interview with a faculty member.
                          
Quickening her steps, Nakano made it to the classroom just as the bell rang. Aizawa stepped in moments later, looking as tired as ever.
                          
"Good work on yesterday's combat training. I saw the video and results," he paused, scanning the room. "Bakugou, you're talented, so don't act like a kid."
                          
Bakugou scowled. "I know."
                          
"And Midoriya." Aizawa continued. "You settled it by breaking your arm again, huh? You can't keep saying you can't help it because you can't control your Quirk."
                          
Midoriya looked down, ashamed.
                          
Aizawa sighed. "I don't like saying the same thing over and over. As long as you fix the control issue, there's a lot you'll be able to do. Feel a sense of urgency, Midoriya."
                          
"Yes, sir!" Midoriya said, determination alighting his features.
                          
"Now let's get down to homeroom business," Aizawa set down a stack of papers.
                          
So he's only going to address the problematic ones...makes sense. All Might already addressed the rest.
                          
"Sorry about the late notice, but today I'll have you..."
                          
At his statement, the whole class looked nervous.
                          
Will this be another special test, like Hagakure said they had to take on the first day? Nakano wondered.
                          
"...decide on a class representative," Aizawa finished.
                          
The class breathed out a collective sigh of relief.
                          
"I want to be class rep! Pick me!" Kirishima pumped both of his arms into the air.
                          
"Me too!" Kaminari raised his hand, adding himself to the candidate pool.
                          
"I want to do it too!" Jirou said sternly.
                          
Nakano decided that she had no need to be class rep, not now, and not ever.
                          
As the class devolved into chaos, Nakano simply sat back and enjoyed the show.
                          
"Silence, please!" Iida shouted, and the endless stream of shouting stopped.
                          
Nakano looked at him curiously. Iida already seemed to command attention.
                          
"It is a job with the serious responsibility of leading others. It is not a job for just anyone who wants to do it. It is a calling that requires the trust of those around you. If we want to use democracy to decide on a true leader, then we should hold an election to choose one," he said sternly.
                          
"We haven't known each other for that long," Tsu said. "So how can we have trust or anything?"
                          
"If that's the case, and everyone votes for themselves..." Kirishima added, uncertain.
                          
"Don't you think that is precisely why whoever receives multiple votes here can be truly considered the most suitable person?" Iida countered. "Aizawa-sensei, what do you think?"
                          
"I don't care, as long as you decide before homeroom is over," Aizawa grumbled, having already zipped himself up in his signature yellow sleeping bag, toppling over onto the ground as he finished speaking.
                          
***
                          
"I got three votes?!" Midoriya shrieked as soon as he saw the results displayed on the chalkboard.
                          
"Why Deku?! Who voted for him?!" Bakugou slammed his palms on his desk, standing up.
                          
"Well, it's better than voting for you," Sero smirked.
                          
"What did you say?!"
                          
Nakano looked away. She had no intention to be called forth as a witness for a potential case of aggravated assault.
                          
Meanwhile, Iida was staring at the board in confusion. His name had a little 一 ticked next to it, meaning that he had received one vote. Nakano smiled. Even if she hadn't thought that he'd be the best person for the job—after all, look at who everyone already listened to—simply seeing his reaction would've made it worth her vote. Going by the results, however, it didn't seem that her vote made much of a difference.
                          
"Then, the class rep is Midoriya, and the deputy class rep will be Yaoyorozu," Aizawa stated blandly.
                          
"S-s-seriously?" Midoriya muttered to himself, shaking as he was standing in front of the whole class. "Seriously?"
                          
"How vexing..." Yaoyorozu sighed.
                          
***
                          
Nakano had just settled down at a table with Hagakure and Ojiro when alarms blared through the school for the second time that day.
                          
"There has been a Level 3 security breach. All students please evacuate outdoors promptly."
                          
"What is it this time?" she muttered underneath her breath, reluctant to leave her steaming bowl of udon behind.
                          
"I thought the journalists couldn't get past the barrier..." Hagakure said worriedly.
                          
"It's probably a drill," Ojiro stacked his chopsticks neatly on his bowl of katsudon and got up, tail flicking behind him. One look at the uproar the alarm had caused in the cafeteria, however, indicated that most people thought otherwise.
                          
They pushed their way towards the exit, but Nakano lost Hagakure and Ojiro in the crowd. Her slight form wasn't ideal for navigating mobs like this one, and she narrowly avoided getting trampled.
                          
Suddenly, air whooshed above her head.
                          
What... Nakano struggled against the suffocating press of bodies, trying to see what had just flown past her. Her eyes caught on a bulky figure that had taken up a stance above the exit sign.
                          
Iida?
                          
"Everyone, everything is fine!" His voice boomed, carrying across the room. "It is just the media! There is nothing to panic about," he shouted as the crowd stopped its relentless surge. "Everything is fine! This is U.A.. Let us act in a way befitting the best of the best."
                          
Nakano breathed a sigh of relief as everyone ceased their frantic movements. Still, something nagged at her, an itch in the back of her brain.
                          
Isn't U.A.'s security system one of the very best? How did they get in?
                          
(A/N)
                          
hiiiiii it's me,, back from the dead,, i'm so so sorry for this super duper late update 😭 writer's block is a b*tch i rewrote this one scene like. three times. and ended up just deleting it and skipping over the scene entirely 💀 anyways i hope y'all haven't abandoned hope T^T i'm sorry ;-;