Chapter 33: Morning Blues, Evening Hues (Patreon)

The election done and behind them, both class 1-A and 1-B went back to their classrooms. There wasn’t that much interaction between the two classes after the election. Just awkward silence and stare-offs going on in the background.

When Nezu arrived, it was to shoo them back into their classrooms, but not before he glared once more at Shota and Sekijiro with his beady eyes.

At least it was a bit funny watching the two normally unflappable, at least in Shota’s case, teachers trembling like newborn fawns. By Gwyn, their knees looked like it could produce an earthquake due to how they trembled.

That said, the two classes didn’t want to be on Nezu’s bad side, so without much prompting from the principal or their teachers, both classes stood up in one beat before heading to the doors in an orderly fashion.

The blond teen who Itsuka glared at before wanted to cause a commotion about why 1-A was the first to leave the room but was promptly knocked out with a giant fist that conked him into next week. A quick look at where she was averting her gaze told Izuku much about why she did that with shaky eyes.

Nezu’s really bringing out the best in teens today. Kind of sad that it wasn’t him… Maybe Patches was rubbing off on him… Nah, he’s sure he just liked messing with his classmates.

And that led to what was happening now, with Izuku and Momo tasked with heading to a room where they would meet with their fellow hero class representatives.

“Oh, hey. Yaoyorozu and Midoriya, right?” A voice called them from behind. Turning to look, they spotted the ginger, Itsuka, waving at them with a bright smile on her face, followed by Nirengeki, her vice-rep. “So, I guess we’re meeting with our seniors?”

“From what I’ve gathered, yes.” Momo, the intellectual of the class by leagues, nodded with a slight smirk. “As for who our seniors will be, I’m afraid I’ve only gone through the second-year class 2-A. Fuwa Mawata is their class rep, while her vice-rep is Yamamoto Isao.”

“Wow, didn’t think you’d be scouting our seniors this early.” Itsuka had tiny frown on her lips. “And how about you, class rep? Anything on your mind?”

“I’m still wondering why they elected me as class rep.” Izuku furrowed his brows while tapping beneath his chin. Really, he could just not get over the fact that he was now responsible… Well, not responsible per se, but accountable for any of the shit his class may get into. “I’m not cut out for this.”

“Midoriya, please stop putting yourself down just because you think you are unsuitable for the position.” Momo sighed as she tried to once more to placate his worries. He should know, they did this a few times during the periods between classes. “Our class trusts you with the position, and from my observations, you truly deserve to lead our class.”

Oh, if she just knew what happened back in Lordran. It may have been a long time ago, but memories still remain. The raw emotion that flooded his inner being when he saw Siegmeyer unmoving on the ground with his daughter grieving beside him… It just does things to an already broken man.

“Whatever you say.” For now, Izuku waved it off. He could worry about being responsible for more deaths later down the line if it did happen.

With the chatter dying down, the four of them quietly made their way to their meeting spot, passing by other students all the while. It didn’t take long before they found themselves in front of the door where the other class representatives from higher years waited.

“Ladies first.” Izuku, being the gentleman(not) that he was, motioned for the door while he stepped aside. An eyeroll from Momo was the response, but seeing that her class rep was not going to be the first to head in, she sighed and grabbed the doorknob.

A twist and the soundless swing of the door, the four students were greeted by periwinkle blue as far as the eye can see. A blink, then another, before the periwinkle showed her pearly whites.

“Hello! Are you the new firsties? Oh my gosh, you look so pretty! You too, orange hair. Are you excited? I know I am. Are you the class rep? Or is green hair over there your class rep? What abou-”

A hand clamped over the girl’s mouth, but it wasn’t enough to shut her down completely, the mumbles still coming through as her eyes lay directed towards the four students.

Izuku laughed, but sadly, his group didn’t share his own sense of humor. For shame.

“Sorry about Nejire over here. She’s just a bit… excited about meeting the new first years.” A blond teen with a comically cartoonish face greeted with a huge grin. He then looked at Izuku who was still hunched over the ground as his laughter kept escaping his lips.

“I don’t count that as… just a bit…” Izuku said between heaves of breath. Just the faces of his group were enough to throw him into another fit. Momo, meanwhile, glared at Izuku but he just kept on laughing.

“Huh, first time someone reacted like that.” The cartoonish blond muttered to himself, before giving Nejire a look. He then released his hand from her mouth and the periwinkle-haired girl kept on grinning at the four. “Anyway, again, this here is Hado Nejire, class 3-A’s representative. My name is Togata Mirio, her vice-rep.”

“Yaoyorozu Momo, vice-rep of class 1-A. The one laughing is our class representative, Midoriya Izuku.” Another glare and finally, Izuku managed to get his composure together.

“My name is Kendo Itsuka, representative of class 1-B. Beside me is Shoda Nirengeki, my vice-rep.” The short, chubby teen waved along but was content to keep quiet.

“Great meeting you all!” Mirio’s grin grew an inch wider before he beckoned the four to head inside. “Come on in, were just about to get started.”

Not really having an excuse to refuse, the four slowly filtered into the room where the other class representatives were waiting. The room was silent, with each duo quietly seating at their spots waiting for the meeting to start.

Once everybody was properly seated, Nejire stood and cleared her throat.

“Okay, hello again everybody! And you firsties, welcome to the monthly gathering of the class representatives!” And just like a tide, the room was submerged by the infectious joy radiating from the teen. “Now, then, we’ve all heard their introductions from the door, so the rest of you who haven’t yet, please introduce yourselves.”

A girl from the second-year table stood up, followed by another. “Good afternoon, everybody. Fuwa Mawata, class 2-A representative. Our vice representative is Yamamoto Isao. Please take care of us.”

The two of them bowed and took their seats. Next were the 2-B representatives, but at that point, Izuku tuned them out in favor of daydreaming.

Minutes ticked by until the introductions were over. Nejire clapped, the sound ehcoing through the small room. “Alright then! Now, the topic of our first meeting. Sorry firsties, but no handholding for you, not like you need it, right?”

The grin was practically glowing, which made it near impossible to rebuke the girl. Izuku smiled back, now this was his element. Learning through observation and experience.

“As you all know, the Sports Festival is two months away.” Nejire brought out a remote from under the desk and clicked on a button. The TV a few meters away lit up and showed a presentation with the title card “Best Sports Festival in da World!!!”

Izuku had to do a double take. Judging by the slightly gaping mouths of his vice-rep and 1-B’s representatives, they had to do a triple take.

“So, we all know what that means. Fun!” The presentation continued then showed a crudely made drawing of Shota with stink lines wafting from his body. The chuckles coming from 2-A made Izuku think that this was some kind of inside joke about the teacher.

And from his experiences with the black-clad man, he could understand why.

“Normally, this would be under the school’s staff and principal Nezu responsibilities, but for some reason, he made it our jobs to organize the Sports Festival.” Nejire scratched under chin while the other representatives, save for the first years, had confused looks on their faces. “I don’t know why, and I don’t want to know why, so we better make sure this will be the greatest Sports Festival in the history of U.A. High School! Plus Ultra!”

The crickets in that room were very, very loud following that yell.

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Izuku mulled over the meeting just a few hours ago as he sat inside the packed train. No matter how many times he had to go through this jam-packed crowd, he never got used to it. Every time he saw a person with black horns, his arms instinctively went to grab the sword that was hanging from his waist, only to realize that he was unarmed, and this wasn’t Lordran.

Now, he wasn’t that scared or terrified of the Black Knights. No, siree. It was just instinct, and what he was more afraid of was that his instincts would take over in a crowded place such as this. He wouldn’t want to be on the face of the news tomorrow about a manslaughter.

Even if it was a funny thought from time to time. Damn his intrusive thoughts. He blamed Patches for this.

When in doubt, always blame Patches.

A sight left his lips as Izuku tried to remember what went through the meeting. Yada yada yada tournament, yada yada yada team building, yada yada yada gauntlet, yada yada yada showmanship.

That said, the question in his head that he inadvertently blurted out(not) was taken seriously by the third years. Something along the lines of an inherent disadvantage of heroism was the fact that their abilities was plain for everybody to see.

And yes, that included villains, the people there were meant to stop from wreaking havoc.

But their response placated his curiosity, if only a bit. Blah blah blah symbol or reassurance. In essence, if the masses know your quirk and capabilities, the more they can trust you to do your job and save them.

Bunch of pitiful people, in Izuku’s opinion. Why would you wait for someone to save you when in a life-threatening position? Wouldn’t they instead do everything in their power to stay alive and not meet the reaper early?

The answer the third years gave him was lackluster for a hero school. But then again, this was the problem with this society.

Looking around the train car, Izuku observed every single person riding with him. There were businessmen, students, family men, teenagers, old people, and more. Each and every one of them, sheep.

It was surreal to see. Were the survival instincts of every single person here blown to bits because of what All Might represented? Or was it because they thought that helping people from dangerous situations required a license, otherwise they would be reprimanded, if not outright jailed.

It was stupid. Idiotic. Moronic. Who in their right mind would entrust their lives to a stranger that you mostly saw through TV screens? Izuku knew he wouldn’t. He would rather trust his right pinky than those posing for the cameras all day.

Huh, maybe that’s why he respected Shota so much. Less time in the limelight, more time in the bowels of the underground. No wonder he always sleeps during homeroom. The man was a Gwyn-damned night owl.

Kind of embarrassing that it took him this long to notice it about him, but hey, better late than never.

The train PA system was brought to life, before announcing their next stop. A minute later, the train grounded to a halt and the floodgates opened. Dozens upon dozens of people filtered in and out of the train, Izuku being one of them.

Night it may be, but Musutafu never sleeps.

It was why a few minutes later, he found himself with a knife on his neck while a fanged, blond girl impishly grinned at him.

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A/N: Just gonna say that writer's block hit me hard with this one.