Capítulo 21: Class President
(Author- Hey, how are you all doing? I hope your doing well. Recently I have had quite a number of concerns that I would now like to answer about my fanfic.
The Main concern is that it will be too similar to the plot of the MHA anime. I am telling you all right now, that it will be completely different.
Not only have I plans to expand on the world building here soon, I also am changing the sports festival to a battle royal amongst students. It will be far more interesting to write.
If any of you have any more concerns, then please ask me them at my discord Unwanted#3879. Thank you all for your continued support!)
--A Day Later--
"Madara, I didn't tell you because you were in the hospital bed last night, but just so you know, it was your habit of toying around with your opponent that caused your team to lose." ITachi states seriously as the three brothers, Ochaco, and Ojiro are now walking down the street towards U.A.
I nod my head, "Yah I know. I'll need to work on that. It's just so tempting."
Obito then smirks and teases, "Well, if you enjoy losing so much then please be my guest to continue."
I simply sigh knowing that the two of them were right. It was my fault that we lost. I should have expected that Kendra would lose to Itachi. With her kind of quirk indoors against someone who prepares for every possible miscouculation like Itachi dose, her chances were already extremely low.
I then groan, "Well, anyways, Galen is going to be pissed at me. I already got his armor completely destroyed after only one use. Even the weapons were bent beyond repair."
Ochaco chuckles, "Considering the level of attack you took and injuries you recieved, the fact that you even remained standing was a miracle in itself."
Before our conversation could go any further, as we come to a crosswalk in the road, on the other side of the road we see a massive amount of reporters crowding the outside gate of U.A.
"Oh gosh, this is going to be a pain." Itachi groans.
We nod our heads in agreement, before crossing the street. The instant we near the gates, the crowd turns towards us and begins to rush in our direction.
Then, without wasting a second, I smirk, "Every man for themselves!"
With that, I turn, activate my sharingan, and leap over the crowd. Before quickly dashing inside. Obito also managed to make it through relatively easily. The other three however.
After waiting on the other side of the gate for a solid minute, they finally make it through the crowd.
"Hey! No fair! You didn't give us any warning." Ochaco pouts.
Itachi grumbles a string of curses, but otherwise stays quiet.
"Let's just get to class." Ojiro states while facepalming.
With that, we all head to class 1-A.
Once we reach the classroom, everyone starts casually chatting about yesterday's exercise for a few moments until Aizawa Sensei walks in.
"Alright everyone settle down." He states in his usual tired tone. "Alright, I was sent the videoes and honestly, we have a lot to work on."
He then sighs before placing his hands on the desk and looking around the class, "Bakugou, your talented, so don't act like a spoiled brat. Izuku, you broke both your arm and leg, destroyed an entire street, and showed incredible strength, but you still lost. You must use your head sometimes.
You can't keep using the excuse that you can't control your quirk. I don't like repeating myself, if you don't fix the control issue, then there is only so much you can do."
He then turns and faces me, "Madara, your performance was the most disappointing. You are quite strong, your skills and abilities are all impressive, but how you toyed with Izuku lead to your team's defeat. You need to learn that you sometimes have to just finish the fight.
Your teammate was in trouble but you were to busy playing around and wasting time to help her. You are the reason your team lost."
I grit my teeth in frustration but lower my head because I know that he's right.
He then relaxes his grip on the desk, "Now, let's get to homeroom. Sorry about the late notice, but today I'll be having you all decide on a class representative."
This causes the room to explode into people all volunteering to be class representative.
"Me!"
"I'll do it!"
"No way! It should be me!"
Mr Aizawa just shrugs before laying down in his sleeping bag, "I don't care. You guys figure it out." He then proceeds to roll over and go to sleep.
Tenya, the tall muscular kid with short dark blue hair and glasses then declares, "Why don't we settle this democratically. We vote for it. The only rule is is that you can't vote for yourself."
Everyone nods. I agree stating, "Yah, that's not a bad idea. I'm down."
After a few moments, everyone wrote their vote on a piece of paper and ll handed them to Lidea who walked over to the front near the chalkboard, "Alright. I will now count the votes."
After a few minutes, he stares at the bored in disappointment, 'Not even a single vote.' He thinks to himself.
He then clears his voice and declares, "Third place, with a total of 2 votes, is Uchiha Madara. Second place with a total of 5 votes is Momo yaoyorozu.
Then, finally, First place by a landslide, with a total of 12 votes, is, Uchiha Itachi." Tenya then clears his throat as he looks over at Itachi. "That makes Itachi the class representative."
--Itachi's POV--
"That makes Itachi the class representative."
These words, shock me. Who the hell would vote for me!? I've literally been trying as hard as possible to not be voted for any sort of position that would require me to talk to lots of people.
Wait. I can still get out of this. I just need to persuade them that I'm the wrong choice. Taking a deep breath, I stand and walk over to the along with Momo who placed second and hence became my vice-representative.
Momo is a tall teenage girl with a slim, curvy, and rather mature physique for her age. She has long black hair that is tied back into a long pony tail, along with onyx-coloured eyes.
"Eh hem. No thank you. I'm not qualified. Pick someone else." I state and then try to head back to my seat. This however was stopped by Momo grabbing my wrist.
She then looks towards me with a pleasant smile, "Oh, don't be like that. Your more than qualified! Isn't that right everyone?"
Most of the class proceeds to nod. I then look around desperately trying to find some support against me, but all I find is the mockingness of Madara's eyes.
That bastard! He's clearly enjoying this!
Madara then stands and speaks up, "I've known Itachi my entire life, not only is he the smartest person I've ever met, he has always been the perfect leader. My dear brother has my full support."
'I'm going to kill you.' I state to Madara through our mind link.
'Try it! I'm not letting you escape this. This will be good for you.' Madara replies.
Right as I'm about to protest again, Momo grabs my arm and hugest it to her chest while tilting her head slightly causing it to rest on my shoulder.
This, gains me the ire of nearly all the guys in class as they all stare daggers at me.
She then whispers, "Come on, it'll be fun! Besides, I know for a fact that your the most qualified person here."
I do my best to keep my flustered expression hidden, "Fine. Fine. I accept the position."
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