The Class Representative

"I knew it... No one voted for me at all..." Tenya Iida folded forward in dejection, tears streaming down his face.

"You're too serious all the time..." Izuku Midoriya scratched his cheek, a little surprised to see that he had received three votes. "I didn't expect to get as many votes as Momo Yaoyorozu..."

"Though I'm a little disappointed, there shouldn't be any doubt about who the class representative is," Momo Yaoyorozu said, stroking her chin. "Just as I expected, it's Jilan."

"Um! I thought Jilan seemed pretty responsible, and he did a good job as temporary class representative these past few days." Toru Hagakure glanced at the furious Katsuki Bakugo in the front row and spoke quietly to Momo Yaoyorozu.

"Damn it, fine, that guy got first place, but Deku got three votes too?! Who voted for him?!"

Like Winston with Primal Rage activated, Katsuki Bakugo planted one foot on his chair and began roaring. Incidentally, he had only received one vote, and he had cast it himself.

"Even voting for Midoriya is better than voting for you..." No sooner had Hanta Sero said it than Katsuki Bakugo fixed him with a "peaceful smile," scaring him into covering his mouth.

"Ahem. Then Jilan is the class representative, and Yaoyorozu and Midoriya are the vice representatives." Shota Aizawa poked his head out of his sleeping bag, glanced at the votes on the blackboard, and retreated inside. "The video is on the computer desktop. The class representative will go over it with you now."

"Jilan as class representative isn't bad either."

"Midoriya gives me a really passionate impression, Yaoyorozu is very calm, and Jilan is very responsible."

Seeing that none of his classmates around him seemed to object to the result, and that even Bakugo had only glanced at him, clicked his tongue, and turned his head away, Jilan Jiyu stood up and walked to the front of the classroom.

"I'm honored that you all chose me as class representative." Jilan Jiyu began with a polite remark, then continued, "So, I hope everyone will turn in their homework on time next time, rather than scrambling to finish it at the last minute. We're students in the Hero Course, and although practical training accounts for a large portion of our grades, I hope we won't fall behind in our regular coursework..."

"Why did we make him class representative? He was the class representative before!"

As the people below wailed, Iida held a handkerchief in his hand, tears streaming down his face. "Choosing Jilan as class representative really was the right decision..."

Jilan Jiyu, of course, paid no attention to the complaints. After laying out a few requirements, he motioned for Yaoyorozu to open the screen and Midoriya to turn off the lights, then moved a little to the side.

"The participants might not have known exactly what their opponents did during the matches, so let's look at the surveillance footage on the screen."

The room darkened, and high-definition images appeared on the screen at the front, as though they were watching in a movie theater. Several surveillance feeds appeared at once, showing every corner of the building.

Just as Jilan Jiyu frowned, wondering how everyone could make out the details in so many images, the display suddenly changed from sixty-four feeds to nine, then four. Finally, only two views remained: one following the hero team and one following the villain team.

So Mr. Aizawa stayed up late yesterday to edit this video? Jilan Jiyu glanced at him in surprise. I thought he was just a hands-off boss who slacked off at work. I didn't expect him to care so much about us students...

Midoriya stood by the classroom door, watching the footage of himself and Uraraka jumping into the room through a window, and found it a little funny. He had been too cautious then. He hadn't considered Bakugo's movement speed or how cramped the first floor was; it simply wouldn't have made a suitable place for that kind of ambush.

Then, just as he had expected, Bakugo charged straight at him without communicating with Iida at all. In fact, Iida had been better suited to make the attack in that situation. Next came Bakugo's surprise attack, which remained vivid in his memory, followed by him holding Bakugo off while he and Uraraka split up.

The display switched to four views at just the right time, with one for each person.

Near the end, Midoriya watched in surprise as Uraraka used a load-bearing pillar to unleash Comet Home Run. He had never imagined such a gentle girl would use a move like that!

Jilan paused the video and stood at the front of the room. "I'd like everyone to comment on how the four of them performed."

"I'll go first!" Iida stood up straight, looking as serious as if he were reporting on a military exercise. "Midoriya used his strategy well and successfully held Bakugo off; Uraraka coordinated well and did something I didn't expect at a crucial moment; Bakugo demonstrated his skill in using his Quirk..."

He concluded with an assessment of himself: "I didn't take enough precautions against Uraraka, and I failed to communicate properly with Bakugo..."

Just as he was finding fault after fault with himself, Momo Yaoyorozu spoke up. "That's not true, Tenya Iida. Your performance was the best of everyone's."

She continued, "This was a realistic exercise. Midoriya and Uraraka performed well, but they never considered that this was a rescue operation and focused entirely on fighting. Uraraka's final attack was too rough. Didn't she consider that it might damage the nuclear weapon? Iida, on the other hand, faithfully portrayed his role in the exercise and acted as a villain should."

"So someone saw me that way..." Tenya Iida burst into happy tears. "Someone really did understand what I was doing!"

Hey, hey, hey, isn't that a bit too excited...?

"Ahem. Does anyone else have anything to say?"

It seemed the two of them had covered all the strengths and weaknesses. The others had nothing left to say and simply shook their heads in unison.

Jilan Jiyu shrugged. "All right, let's watch the next match."

At lunchtime, everyone lined up in the cafeteria to get their food.

"There are so many people..."

Denki Kaminari, who was standing in front of Jilan Jiyu, looked at the long line, then simply turned around and struck up a conversation with him.

Jilan Jiyu looked at his phone without raising his head. "The Hero Course, Support Course, and Management Course are all here at this hour, after all. If you don't want to wait in line, go join the one next to us. There's nobody there."

"How could I do that?! The food the other chefs make is delicious too, but if I can eat a meal prepared by the Culinary Hero, Lunch Rush, himself, how could I give that up? Besides, you're not planning to switch lines either!"

"Tch." Seeing that he couldn't get rid of the noisy person in front of him, Jilan Jiyu sighed. "Don't you have anything to say about your own embarrassing performance in yesterday's test?"

Denki Kaminari and Kyoka Jiro's opponents had been Momo Yaoyorozu and Minoru Mineta. As soon as the match began, she had used her Quirk, Creation, like a real terrorist, making an iron plate and nailing it over the base's door to seal off their entrance.

She also had Minoru Mineta use his Quirk to stick the fruits from his head onto the outer wall, then climb through a window to another floor and release the remote-controlled cars with cameras she had made. Using those tools, she detected their exact locations.

Although Jiro's earphone jacks could sense vibrations, the feeling that enemies were coming from every direction robbed her of her ability to judge the situation, leaving Yaoyorozu in control of the match.

In the end, for some reason, Kaminari and Jiro started arguing. Impatiently, he used his Quirk to discharge electricity, jamming the radio signals of the remote-controlled cars buzzing around them and preventing Yaoyorozu from controlling them remotely.

The tactic worked. Jiro located Yaoyorozu, but... Kaminari suddenly became vacant, moving sideways like a crab and giving Jiro a thumbs-up.

The outcome was obvious. Kyoka Jiro couldn't manage alone, and time ran out before she had even broken through the base's door.