Choosing the Class Representative

"What did you think of All Might's class?"

"Huh!? I'm on my way to the nurse's office right now, sorry..."

Izuku Midoriya clutched his arm and ran through the gate.

"What do you think of All Might becoming a teacher?"

"It made me realize that I'm a student at the highest institution of learning. His authority and bearing..."

Tenya Iida gave a thoroughly earnest, official-sounding answer.

"About All Might..." This guy's so dirty!

Shota Aizawa waved his hand, gesturing for them to leave. "He's not working today. You'll interfere with classes, so please leave."

A female reporter in office attire refused to give up, questioning every Class A student who passed by. "Please let me speak to All Might...!"

As she spoke, she tried to push forward with her microphone. The reporters beside her had no such intentions and whispered among themselves like a bunch of salted fish.

"She's new, right?"

"She sure looks energetic, but it won't do her any good."

"Yeah, well, it's U.A. High School, after all."

When she saw someone walk straight inside without paying her any attention, she refused to give up and hurried after him. "I only need a little of your time!"

"Watch out."

The moment the reporter stepped through the U.A. High School gate, the green light suddenly turned red. As she stopped in confusion, a hand grabbed her by the collar and pulled her two steps backward.

Before she could get angry, several steel plates shot up from underground, sealing U.A. High School's gate shut in an instant without leaving a single gap!

She fell to the ground in fright. If no one had pulled her back just then... The reporter didn't dare think any further.

"That's the U.A. High School Wall, U.A. High School's defense mechanism. If you don't have a student ID or identification that grants you access, the security defenses activate and come up from underground with a boom, just like that."

"Thank you." The reporter stood up and looked at the person who had explained things and pulled her back. Seeing his U.A. High School uniform, she suddenly realized something. "Are you... a U.A. High School student?"

Though it was the same uniform, somehow he looked so dashing in it. Looking at his light blond hair and handsome face, the reporter blushed a little, but she didn't forget her original duty. "What do you think of All Might becoming a teacher?"

Jilan Jiyu considered it briefly, then smiled. "He's a hero and a good teacher."

The reporters around him thought he had said far too little and stared at him in disbelief. "That's it?"

"Isn't that enough?"

As Jilan Jiyu dealt with the crowd of reporters, he suddenly felt a cold gaze on his back. But when he casually turned around, he saw nothing.

Was it my imagination...?

Class was about to start, so Jilan Jiyu didn't spend any more time dealing with the reporters. As soon as he reached the gate, the red display above it turned green, and the ironclad defenses instantly lowered.

"Miss, your hands are beautiful."

Looking into the campus, Jilan Jiyu smiled and said that to the reporter before turning and entering the school.

The reporters were somewhat dissatisfied, but having seen what had happened, none of them tried to force their way in. They called to one another and dispersed in twos and threes, complaining about U.A. High School's arrogance as they went.

He said my hands were beautiful... The reporter touched her hands, her face bright red. She only came to her senses when her colleague called for her to get in the car.

"All Might, huh..."

Someone in the crowd chuckled under his breath, then turned and left.

"Hey, hey, did you all get stopped at the gate? It's my first time getting that much attention! I guess that's U.A. High School for you!"

Jilan Jiyu had just reached the door when he heard Toru Hagakure's voice. Her skirt was spinning in circles beside Momo Yaoyorozu, and she seemed excited... It looked like yesterday's events hadn't affected her.

"Well, we're students taught by All Might. Those reporters just want information about him." Momo Yaoyorozu gave a helpless smile.

"All Might was always fighting criminals all over the country before. Now that they've finally heard he's staying in one place for a long time, it's no surprise so many reporters came." Jilan Jiyu walked over and greeted them with a smile. "Good morning, Hagakure, Yaoyorozu."

"Good morning, Jilan."

After hearing Toru Hagakure's normal reply, Jilan Jiyu breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like the time bomb that could damage his reputation wasn't going to go off.

"Are we going to review yesterday's practical exercises today?" Toru Hagakure had left early yesterday, so she didn't know about it.

"I think so, but if All Might isn't here, Mr. Aizawa will probably be in charge." Momo Yaoyorozu thought for a moment before answering.

"Mr. Aizawa...?" Hearing this, Kaminari, who was sitting in front of them, slumped over his desk. "I think Mr. Aizawa's ability is super scary. How are we supposed to fight him without our Quirks...?"

"Don't think about it so much." Grape glanced ahead and, seeing that Tenya Iida wasn't looking at him, furtively pulled two magazines out of his clothes. "These are what I promised you yesterday. Remember, you have to give them back when you're done."

"You're my best friend, Mineta!"

That's a pretty cheap friendship... If someone took you to a sex shop to chat with the older ladies, would you drop to your knees and call him big brother?!

The class bell rang, and Shota Aizawa entered the classroom looking as sleep-deprived as ever. He walked up to the podium and yawned without trying to hide it.

"All Might had something to do today, so he isn't here. I'll be conducting the review for the hero foundational studies class later." After stating that fact, he continued, "Before that, I want you to decide something..."

"Are we having another surprise test!?"

"I want you to decide who the class representative will be." Shota Aizawa glanced at Jilan Jiyu. "The class representative will also take over the duties of the temporary course representative."

"So the class representative is responsible for managing everything in the class?" Eijiro Kirishima stood up excitedly.

"That's about right."

After receiving that confirmation, everyone in the class raised their hands.

"I want to be class representative!"

"I want to be the leader!"

"This position was made for me!"

"My manifesto is skirts thirty centimeters above the knee for all the girls!"

...It seemed one strange manifesto had slipped in among them.

Shota Aizawa pulled his sleeping bag out from under the podium and crawled inside, paying them no mind.

"Decide for yourselves who'll be class representative. Just finish before class ends."

Seeing their homeroom teacher wash his hands of the matter, everyone immediately erupted into an argument.

Jilan Jiyu watched Bakugo, who sat beside him, stand on his chair, breathing heavily as though anyone who wanted to be class representative would have to get past him first. Jilan shook his head, at a loss for words.

Should I be class representative or not? In middle school, he had never intended to become class representative because the position was just a teacher's lackey, responsible for the grunt work of running errands. But the class representative of U.A. High School's Hero Course, as Shota Aizawa had said, had real authority. Within the permitted limits, he might even be able to make the change to the girls' skirts that Grape had mentioned.

Without agonizing over it for long, Jilan Jiyu raised his hand too. But by then, Mr. Aizawa had put on his eye mask and gone to sleep, and no one was going to pay attention to their raised hands.

"Everyone! The position of class representative isn't something you can have just because you want it. It's a position of great responsibility that involves leading everyone, and only someone who is trusted by all can be elected!" Tenya Iida crossed his hands beneath his chin, a wise white gleam flashing across his glasses. "I propose that we use a democratic method and elect the class representative by secret ballot!"