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Disc: HrPrTeam
-Story Start-
The classroom was in a state of distressful stillness.
No one dared utter a word nor even draw their breath.
The only noise amid the quietude, the ominously loud scribbling on the whiteboard in front of the collective of UA's Class 1-A.
"The Genius Of Takada-chan And The Correlation To Modern Heroics."
There he stood with an expression that was the paragon of wisdom and professionalism. The hulking, uniformed figure of Aoi Todo.
At his sides, his left and right hands respectively:
To the left - Vice President Momo Yaoyorozu, her lips curled up into a perfectly polite smile. All things considered, she should be exhilarated at being granted such a prestigious position.
Key word being 'should'.
Her eyes said it all - they were hollow, dead, and had lost all light within them. A vast darkness that even spooked the enthusiasm of the abyss - Tokoyami.
To the right - Diplomat Yuji Itadori.
Note - he did not want neither the Vice President or the President position. For the sake of saving the good soul of Momo, Yuji was granted the unique position of Diplomat.
"Are you aware that you will not be granted any credit or advantage for that position? That's reserved for the Vice President positions." Aizawa asked Yuji before he had made this fateful sacrifice.
"I know."
Thus, he stood there as the only one aside from Aoi with a semblance of light in his eyes as he smiled an awkward smile, a mixture of apologetic pity directed towards his classmates.
Well, there was one other exception:
"Yay~! Takada-chan lesson~!" Toru encouraged much to the dismay and groaning of everyone around her.
Turning to Aoi, who was rapidly scribbling what Yuji amounted to nonsense, he asked. "Dude, is there any use for this other than supporting Takada-chan?"
Aoi paused in his scribbling, his voice booming in the quiet classroom as he settled a perplexed yet pitying look on Yuji. "Has your reading comprehension deteriorated, brother?" He pointed out with the tiny chalk sandwiched between his muscular fingers towards the written text:
"Point A - The importance of extracurricular activity outside of established Heroics."
"Point B - The importance of Quirk Anonymity, featuring All Might."
"Point C - The importance of financial superiority, connections, and popularity in Heroics with emphasis on Entry-level Heroes and the acquisition of competition-toppelling Support Gear."
"Point D - The importance of outwitting your peers."
"Point E - The importance of long-term commitment to supporting Takada-chan."
Yuji shook his head, voicing what others who were reading the points of discussion were thinking. "Isn't this something that is taught in the Business Course of U.A.?"
Momo regained a smidgen of light as her expression turned thoughtful, as she mentioned, "Yes, and as future Heroes, wouldn't it be better to leave those efforts to your agency when formed? It sounds more productive to utilize our time and energy for training and getting better at tackling disasters and utilizing our Quirk-"
"That won't be enough." Aoi's firm tone reverberated as he cut off his Vice President with ruthless efficiency.
"If you wish not to subject yourself to the fate of being consumed in the whirlpool of mediocrity as ninety-two percent of modern heroes do, it would be prudent to broaden your horizons." Aoi shook his head, "Simply following the curriculum, even of U.A's, to an adequate level is not enough. You must learn more."
"This is the most prestigious Hero Program in the country and widely recognized in the world! A person skilled and learned enough to graduate the program isn't just any common hero!" The defeated Ilda rose up in argument, his eyes sharpening and glaring at Aoi through his glasses.
Nods of agreement echoed within the classroom, seeing this strange lecture of their president as a futile lesson.
Yet, a chill went down their spine as a broad, knowing, and irritatingly superior smirk crossed Aoi's features.
"It is that line of thought that will result in the fate of mediocrity. Has it truly been that long since the Quirk Assessment Test? Have you truly forgotten our Teacher's words?"
At that, the spectating Aizawa, who lay in his cocoon, for once, mirrored Aoi's expression and found himself agreeing with the competent brute.
"Some of you who stay with that mentality will graduate. A stroke of luck, given your Quirk was adequate enough to pass. But what about when you start your career? You, with your narrow-minded outlook. You, honorable U.A. graduate who will fall to the simplest of ploys from a smiling fan who wishes to be a partner in your newly formed agency? Enemies are not only Villains. Allies are not only Heroes."
"Umm, that sounds kind of obvious-" Kaminari raised his hand and interjected his opinion.
Mercilessly, Aoi retorted, striking Kaminari's weakness and some of the other boys' weaknesses. "And what if an attractive woman were to approach?"
To the more libido-filled boys, the implications of Aoi's words needed no further emphasis.
Articles of great heroes falling into depression after being used, abused, and at times, falsely accused - men and women alike.
"Right in the jugular, man." Sero cringed with a notable grimace.
Before Aoi pressed on, Aizawa cut the lecture short, "He's right." His head peeked through the sheets as he rose up into his usual dignified slouch. "But that's why you have your teachers. It's a cutthroat and ruthless world out there, for Hero and man alike. The scrubbing of any semblance of naivete and complacency isn't simply a requirement, but any semblance of it will result in your expulsion."
He turned to the aghast class, minus the wickedly grinning Bakugo, who was getting strangely excited at the prospect, "Not through my own intervention, you will simply not pass the tests with that sort of mindset."
Turning to Aoi, Aizawa gave a tiny nod of approval. "Continue." He rolled back into his sheets after having his say.
...
"Any other complaints?" Aoi asked the stupefied class.
And a moment later, he was met with... eager and motivated looks.
Not a single complaint, in actuality:
"Are you going to expand on each point? As they stand, those all sound rather rudimentarily obvious." Momo innocently asked, finally actively participating and assisting Aoi.
He deadpanned. "You should have been patient with the inquiries. It should have been obvious that I would expand on the points presented."
Momo bowed, "My apologie-"
"Yeah, I got a complaint." All eyes turned to Bakugo, who was sitting with a displeased expression and his hands folded behind his head.
"Present it." Aoi gestured indulgently, his chiselled expression the epitome of stoicism.
"One way or another, this is all crap you span to promote that loser idol you freak obsess over. Anyone who has any free time to 'learn' more just ain't training enough. You're a buncha of loser extras as he had predicted, if what he's said convinced you one bit-"
He paused as a sense of foreboding and danger struck his entire figure. The classroom froze as all eyes gravitated to the glare Aoi leveled upon Bakugo.
Bakugo's smirk grew as he straightened himself, his palms brought forth, and miniature explosions resonated within the classroom. "COME ON, BASTARD! ROUND TWO IS MINE!"
Before things could escalate, as everyone was on guard, Aoi turned to look at the unfazed expression of Aizawa.
Bravado was all it was.
And yet...
Aoi turned to his right, "My friend. Could you open the window for me?"
The on-guard Yuji, his hands at the ready to stop Aoi from launching towards Bakugo, softened in confusion at the request.
"S-Sure?" Yuji half-heartedly agreed as he mindlessly strolled towards the window just beyond the whiteboard.
Without further prompting, the window slid open with an audible plop to reveal the outside courtyard as they stood on the first floor, and then...
Yuji's head weaved out of the trajectory of a thrown object, narrowing his eyes, the chalk Aoi held was practically launched out of the window, to which.
He turned towards the assailant with an offended look, "Hey! What was that for-"
His sentence was cut short amid the resonating sound of a clap.
With it, a missing individual and a chalk in its place, and the distant cry of:
"YOU BASTARDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!"
A collective roar of laughter took hold of the classroom, and even the prudent Momo barely stifled a chuckle.
"Deserved, ribbit."
"Wouldn't that be painful for him? Falling from the 1st floor on your butt is kind of an ouchie." Toru voiced her own smidgen of compassion.
"He won't lose to a twelve-foot fall. His wounded ego probably hurts more." Todoroki interjected.
Uraraka tapped on his shoulder, "Ya still stingy about the loss, Todoroki-kun?"
"...We could have won if he co-operated with me."
"Let us proceed without the nuisance." Aoi clapped his hands audibly, but this time without anyone getting boogie-woogied.
Thus, a lecture that lasted nearly an hour regarding the ingenuity of Takada-chan and how she is the perfect example of a Hero-prospect doing things right.
Strangely, his words struck something of a chord with his classmates, especially for certain people.
"How is he making it make sense?!" Sero exclaimed.
"He just does." Yuji was already familiar with the concept.
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Lunch time was as lively and lovely as always.
Especially for the bull(ied)y Katsuki Bakugo.
"You know, after laughing at it for a bit, I can't help but notice that Aizawa-sensei seriously turned a blind eye to you getting launched out of the window. Kinda bizarre how Class Pres gets away with beating you up every so often." Jiro commented nonchalantly amid a slurp of ramen.
"Favoritism or money," Uraraka confirmed with the intuition of a rat-bear thing as she paused her enjoyment of free gourmet food.
Only to eliminate the latter option, "On second thought, his brother is my student in the ways of the less fortunate, so it can't be that." She tilted her head as her contemplation was left to linger in the air with naught an answer.
"Shut up." He barked out amid his dignified eating.
"He did explode himself back through the window like ten seconds later with not a scratch, so as long as he's fine and no fight broke out, then that's that. Mhm." Ashido folded her hands and nodded profoundly.
"You know, Bakugo-kun, I find it pretty cute that every time you fight with Todo-kun, you just sit with us instead," Toru exclaimed with a teasing tone.
"I don't give a damn about what you find cute; respect the food and be quiet."
"If you wanted quiet, you could have sat alone when there were still free tables, ribbit." Tsuyu voiced her opinion with a tilted head and a calm look levelled on the permanently scowling explosion brat.
"Yeah, actually, you're pretty audacious to sit with us after calling us all loser extras... it hurt my feelings, you know?" Toru gestured at herself with mock hurt.
"I'm afraid we're getting used to it, so we don't register when he just insults us casually like that." Tsuyu presented the evidence.
"Me. no. speak. Bakugonese." Uraraka stated with a cold, mechanical monotone, forming an X with her hands.
"You're all extras if you listened to his damn nonsense. If he were to teach anything, that freak, then he should teach how to fight like he does."
Ashido groaned loudly, "Ahhh, you boys are all a bunch of meat heads. Fight this, fight that." Her face grimaced in disappointment as she donned a wiser look. "His lecture made plenty of sense, you know? Takada-chan is, unironically, a genius for managing to juggle Heroics class wherever she goes and her idol career. When she blasts into the scene, she might as well surpass you in ranking in the future, you know~?" She smirked confidently amid Bakugo's sudden glare.
Toru whistled with genuine skepticism, "Well, I don't know, it's a bit early to say that she's managing to juggle both, it's probably only been two weeks for her, just like it is for us, right?"
"Notice how he didn't call Todo-chan an extra." Tsuyu loudly pointed out.
"Hmm... tsundere?" Toru tilted her invisible head at Bakugo.
Rising up from his seat, having thoroughly lost his patience, Bakugo retorted with a click of his tongue and admission. "He's a damn disgusting freak, but he ain't no extra."
With that, he walked away, much to the giggles and eyerolls of the 1-A girls' table.
Unfortunately for Class 1-A's explosion boy, who is currently experiencing a rollercoaster of an ego death, an empty table at lunch was as rare as a deluxe edition All Might trading card.
Translation - only owned by Sir Nighteye.
Thus, he proceeded to settle his tray at the table of the more... lonely 1-A classmates:
Shoji, Koda, and Sato's table.
Oh, and there was a familiar face speaking with them whilst writing rapidly on his phone.
"Are you sure this pancake recipe is burn-proof? Lunch Rush's recipe book was no good; Choso somehow managed to burn it."
Sato had a confident look on his face, as he always had when it came to cooking. "Yeah, of course. Adding a bunch of Yogurt into the pancakes should make it harder to burn and also enhance the flavor profile of the pancakes. He can even add a few bananas into the-"
Yuji's expression twisted into a thousand-yard stare. "Bananas are too expensive in this prefecture-"
The conversation was interrupted by Bakugo's unconcerned tone, accompanied by his beaming sunny smile. "You mind if I sit here?"
...
"Yes."
...
Yuji gained a sympathetic look, "You could sit back with us if you're getting bullied instead of being all pissy about it." He pointed a thumb at the snickering Mineta.
Deep down, Bakugo knew that Mineta's bravado was because he was doing so alongside Aoi, who was also donning a shit-eating-grin directed at him.
"Shut the fuck up." Bakugo refused profusely.
Eventually, the poor sod sat with the odd trio of Ilda, Aoyama, and Todoroki to finish his meal.
"Exemplary etiquette, Bakugo-san. I'm impressed as your classmate!"
"Oui, you feast like royalty!"
"I wish you were this collected back in the match." Todoroki genuinely wished.
"Never took you for a petty bastard, Half and Half-"
Well, as fate would have it, he couldn't finish his meal before a bloody alarm began to flare up in the entire school.
Something about a security breach screeching in everyone's ears, sending the packed place into a chaotic frenzy.
"OH, IT'S ONE THING AFTER ANOTHER! WHERE'S THE INTRUDER BASTARD?! I'LL FUCKING MURDER HIM!" His food tray exploded into the air as the palm of his hands loosened explosive sparks.
Unfortunately for him, the intruder bastard left as quickly as he came.
And it was one of those loser adult reporters, or so was the common consensus.
Here he was... getting excited.
Little did he and most others know, though.
To Be Continued!
-Author Note Start-
There's absolutely no way that I updated this!
But I did!
Little yap chapter, but next chapter is the actual USJ event.
Takada-agenda is slowly being injected.
Takada fan club is at the start of its construction!
Anyway hope you enjoyed the chapter, and see you whenever I forget my pills again.
Love ya, bu bye!