บท 14: Chapter 6 - The Calm Before The Storm
–October 13th, 2108 – Morioh Town Hospital-
Yoshimura Kira was nervous, excited, and concerned—he was feeling a lot of things at the moment, and why wouldn't he be? His wife, Yoshikawa Kira, had gone into labour a few hours ago, starting at three in the morning all the way through to now. Currently, It was 7 AM, and she had still been in the hospital room, giving birth to his daughter! He was going to be a Dad! A part of him had been worried about how he was going to approach such a monumental task with the Job that he had. However, he tried not to think about it too hard.
But, that didn't he was completely free from fear.
What if he was like his biological Dad and never showed up for her when she needed him? What if he was absent like his biological Dad had been? What if? What if, what if, what if? That was all that was clouding his mind. He didn't want to be like his biological Dad. He couldn't be like his biological Dad. He refused to be like his biological Dad. Being an absent father was a sin in and of itself, let alone the fact that it should've been a crime.
Yoshimura's father was a mystery to him. His mother said that it was a one-night stand and that despite it only lasting for one night, she had believed that it was the closest thing that she would've ever felt to true love—despite already being married for 8 years at that point, add an extra two before she gave birth to him, of course. He had a stepfather that didn't know about his mother's betrayal, well that was until he was 16 years old, but still.
Prior to knowing that Yoshimura wasn't his biological son, he was an amazing dad. They'd play games at the park, and watch movies in the theatre if they had the time to. He would read him stories when he was younger, and when he got older he taught the boy how to defend himself after he had been found to be Quirkless.
He had wished for it to stay that way, but when his stepfather found out the ugly truth, the man disappeared. He'd get calls from him from time to time, and he even would come over for his birthdays. But outside of that, he never interacted with his ex-wife after that, or him for that matter, at least not as much as Yoshimura would've wanted.
Yoshimura understood that, he couldn't blame the guy either. He could've only imagined the pain that the man had suffered. He couldn't imagine being lied to for 18 long years. The marriage was a sham, and it was a shame, too. He had assumed that it was a loving marriage, but found out in the most painful way possible that two years into the marriage, the spouse he thought had been loyal turned out to have cheated on him. Two years in, the woman of the man's dreams had ripped that perfect little picture into ribbons.
She single-handedly turned what could've been something beautiful into something else entirely. Add on to the fact that the son that the man thought he had wasn't even his own flesh and blood, rather he was the product of something horrible.
Though now that he was an adult, his stepfather was more present in his life and had been happy to learn that his son in every way but blood was having a daughter of his own. He was glad that his stepfather was still in his life, and that he at least had him to fall back on if something happened.
The same could not have been said for his biological father.
He didn't know what his real father looked like, nor did he know what his first name was. The only real thing that his mother ever told him about his biological father was that he was a nice man, at least from the outset.
But, there was another thing that he did know about his biological father, well, outside of what his mother had told him. Yoshimura knew something that not even his mother knew, and that was his last name: Kujo.
But how, exactly? Well, simply because he had been mistaken for the man by someone else—the librarian at the local library. Apparently, he and his biological father looked alike somehow. But, then again, it made sense in that regard, didn't it? The saying did go: Like Father, Like Son.
He had done some research into the Kujo family name and found that they were heavily tied to the Joestar family, rich elites in the early 20th century until World War 1 broke out. Still, he couldn't figure out who it was in the Kujo family tree that had an affair with his mother, but he had some ideas of who it could've been.
Then again, most of the Kujo men looked alike, so even if he were to guess, it would've been extremely difficult to do so. But, if he were to put a massive pin on it, it would've had to have been Jouta Kujo. Jouta was one of the three kids birthed by Jolyne Kujo, and out of the three, he was the only son—a living son. There was Holly Kujo the 2nd, Jonathon Kujo, who died in childbirth, and Jouta Kujo.
He kinda wanted to meet his extended family but feared that it would cause ripples within it, so he decided against it. After all, he didn't want to be a homewrecker like his birth father had been.
His shoulder ached, but then again it usually did—he chalked it up to his birthmark acting up again. No one in his family had his particular Star-shaped Birthmark, so he chalked it up to it being his absent father's birthmark, seeing as his mom said he had the same thing and noticed it when they were having sex in that dingy bar.
Would that mean his daughter would have the same birthmark? No, of course not, birthmarks weren't hereditary…. Were they? Well, maybe, but he thought it to not be the case. It was just a coincidence that his birth father and he shared the same star-shaped Birthmark on the nape of their neck. Nothing more, nothing less. It wasn't like his daughter was going to have it either, right?
Yoshimura "Satsuki" Kira, was a healthy, athletic young man, aged 29 years old. His hair was a shade of brown, and his eyes perfectly matched the colour of his hair to a tee. His skin was fair, just like most people he knew, and he had been wearing a white tank top and a pair of blue and white-speckled boxer briefs.
What? He had just gotten out of bed to drive his wife to the hospital! No one could blame him for looking like he had just woken up—mostly because that was the case, but that had hardly mattered. He was just glad he had the chance to be here, he had specifically called in to work for both him and his wife to be on maternity leave.
Unfortunately, they only allowed her to be off. But, eh, what was he going to do? It wasn't like The Speedwagon Foundation was going to just let one of their top researchers and businessmen just disappear for a year to take after a child… unfortunately so.
Sure, his wife was also a member of The Speedwagon Foundation, but she had been a secretary, as well as a budget manager, of which the company had loads of—that and it was a job that could be done at home, so that was why they let her off the hook.
Speaking of work, he had to catch a plane to get back to the China branch at midnight tonight. He had more research he had to attend to revolving around The Stand Creating Virus that The Stand Arrow had lurking within it, and how it reacted to people with Quirks and their DNA. So far his research had proven inconclusive, but he was going to find out what happened one way or another.
Another hour passed and it was now 8 AM. His patience and worry were wearing thin, and for good reason too. He was beginning to believe the worst had happened. It wasn't uncommon for the mother of the child to die giving birth—despite all the medical enhancements the 22nd century had allowed, but that didn't change the fact that it was still a common occurrence.
Still, he wasn't going to give up, not unless he was told otherwise. He had faith in his wife and faith in the nurses and doctors helping to give birth to his daughter. Speaking of doctors, One of them that had been helping his wife give birth stepped out of the room, causing Yoshimura to shoot up from the chair that he had been sitting on just outside of the hospital room door. "Doctor, please tell me—"
"Everything is fine. Your wife is stable, and your daughter is completely healthy. Do you want to see her?" The doctor asked as Yoshimura, without another word, pushed past the doctor and into the room. There, he saw the small child in the arms of Yoshikawa, who looked conflicted.
She hadn't been too keen on having a child, but he had insisted. When she got pregnant, she wanted to abort the fetus, but he said no. He wasn't going to pass up the chance to right the wrongs his biological father had years ago when he was a child, and reluctantly Yoshikawa agreed to keep the fetus and carry it to term.
He knew it was wrong to force her to do so—which he didn't, he said that it would've been okay if they had gone to see an illegal practitioner so that they could carry out the abortion process, but he begged her to keep it, saying that he could be an amazing father. After a few days of begging, she had buckled to that and vowed to him to keep on that promise, which he was going to do to the best of his abilities.
Now looking at the child—his child, he couldn't help but feel tears well up in his eyes. She had soft-peach fuzz-like hair on her head, blond in colour just like her mother, and while her eyes had been closed, it was clear that she was going to have the same ocean-blue eyes her mother had. Her skin was a tannish pale, again, a lot like her mother, and she had been, in fact, a girl for obvious reasons.
The baby was quiet, an abnormality in most newborns, but it was a great surprise. He so badly wanted to hold the fragile infant, but he didn't want to upset her, seeing as Yoshikawa had her close to her chest, allowing the baby to listen to her heartbeat.
"She looks just like you, honey…." Yoshimura said, walking up to the woman and child as Yoshikawa gave him a faint smile.
"I thought you had left for work already…?" Yoshikawa asked as Yoshimura scoffed.
"Please, and miss out on seeing my daughter being born? Yeah, right. I told the executives that I wasn't going to be in till tomorrow, then I have to fly back out to China again," Yoshimura said, frowning at the last bit mentioned. "Believe me, I don't want to, but you and I both know what would happen if I didn't," Yoshimura followed up as his wife sighed, trying to keep a smiling face at all times.
"I know…. Can we change the subject? I… I want to ask you something… about our daughter. When the doctors took her to inspect her and to make sure she wasn't sick… they saw a weird groove in her skin, like a star. It was by her neck…. what does that mean?" Yoshikawa asked as the brunette's eyes widened.
"So it was hereditary…." The man muttered, causing the woman to blink.
"What was? Is it bad? Should we ask the doctor if—"
"Calm down, dear, nothing's wrong. It's just a birthmark. Is it by the nape of the neck?" Yoshimura asked as the woman nodded. Yoshimura sighed, crossing his arms as he took a seat beside his wife's bed. "So it really wasn't just random then. I have that birthmark too… my mother doesn't, so it probably came from my estranged father. But, let's change the subject. I think I have a name for our little bundle of joy over here." Yoshimura said as Yoshikawa raised an eyebrow.
"Already? Can I hear it?" The woman asked, tired eyes meeting joyous ones as Yoshimura smiled. There was a brief moment of silence. He had thought about this name for a long time. A name that would make sense, and one that stuck in line with the Kira family tradition—of which he was brought.
He was going to honour that tradition, and so, with that, he spoke the name of his newly born daughter.
"Yoshihara."
-Present-day, Monday evening, Downtown Musutafu-
It was a rainy, dull evening for the shady side of Musutafu, that being Downtown Musutafu. Downtown was where all the criminal activity was, at least for the most part. Not many heroes actually bothered to deal with it, though, seeing as most of them were bought out by the groups that controlled Downtown, giving them free rein to do whatever it was they had desired, it, unfortunately, made sense for crime to fester there.
Some sold drugs, others were money laundries, but most were loan sharks. However, there had been one group that ruled the criminal underground with an iron fist, encircling all of the business in Downtown Musutafu and making all the other small-time gangs pay protection fees, and currently, one of the bigger members of that group were hunting down someone who had forgotten to pay back their loan.
"P-Please, ma'am! I-I promise I can pay you back! J-Just give me more time!" A random civilian had said, his eyes widening in fear as he scuttled back on the dirty, festering floor of an alleyway, having been knocked down by his assailant.
Speaking of which, his assailant was wearing a large black trench coat with the white-coloured letters D, V, and R going along it in a wrap-around fashion, all separated by clean, straight horizontal lines. Underneath the trench coat was a red coloured shirt adorned with small rips and tears at the bottom, though it was noticeably tight around their rather busty chest, almost like she had been trying to make it look more appealing to the male eye. Tight black jeans surrounded their curvaceous lower body, followed up with long, alluring legs and thighs that would make any man want to whistle.
To complement all of that, her hair was long, black, and flowing down to the ends of her back. It was clean, almost too clean for the naked eye. Her face was slightly rounded, but still pretty in every sense of the word. Her eyes were a beautiful silver, framed with long, thick eyelashes curling at the tips.
Her lips were pronounced with red lipstick, and she had a cunning, almost alluring smile that could break most men if given the chance. She bent down to look the man in the face, and with that ever-so-alluring smile, she spoke, cupping the man's cheek with a soothing touch.
"Oh, darling, please. I've given you more than enough time. It's been three weeks, and besides, 200,000 yen isn't that much, is it? If you worked a normal job, it would be rather easy for a person such as yourself to get the job done. But, alas, it would seem as if you have failed in that regard. Oh well, and I was beginning to have fun with you, too… such a shame really," the woman said, her sultry voice giving the man shivers up and down his spine. She backed up, standing tall at 5 foot 11 inches. For most women, it wasn't exactly a normal height, but it suited her body just fine. After all, she made the most of it, using every inch of her body to make herself as attractive as possible.
Around the rather tall, and illustrious woman, a grey aura began to surround her body, almost like a flame. It crackled and sizzled like a flame too, licking at the sides of her face yet leaving no visible scarring, if there was any in the first place. It looked ethereal, but that was because it was. In reality, it was not a flame—not at all.
However, the poor citizen could not see its beauty. But what lurked behind that beauty was something far more sinister, and in a way, not being able to see it was probably a grace for him.
A small, one-eyed grey-goblin-like creature with curled horns, two fingers, and one massive toe appeared next to the woman. Then, another one showed up, looking identical to the last. It started with two, then three, then four, eventually getting to a ridiculous amount at 50. They all had the same wrap-around-like texture to their anorexic bodies, all with the letters D, V, and R, and they all had different coloured eyes.
One of the goblins leapt toward the man—unknowing of this, of course, and bit into his neck. A yellow liquid poured into his veins as the man's body began to lock up and constrict—as if an invisible boa constrictor had wrapped around his body, preventing him from moving. The man attempted to squirm, and when that didn't work out, he screamed in pain. The woman's intrigued eyes never once left the man's fearful ones as all of the goblins began to leap on the man, tearing him to shreds with their razor-sharp teeth.
"Such a terrifying ability, don't you think? Paralyzing venom can be a real killer you know? It's a very rough way to die, don't you think? Hehe, Die Very Rough, yes, such a horrible way to die…." The woman's sultry voice was mocking in only the cruellest of ways. The Stand User watched as Die Very Rough left nothing of the man behind, devouring, skin, flesh, bones and all.
Her stomach felt full, seeing as her Stand had just finished a meal. It was linked to her in every way. Whatever Die Very Rough ate, she got the nutrients of, and in turn, it made her feel full. It was thanks to that that she didn't have to eat too many fatty foods and could keep such an alluring body that she had.
Her job as a debt collector often had her speaking to pervy individuals, and sometimes it would lead to… interesting endeavours. Sometimes she was there to collect debts, other times she was making lonely men less lonely for a price. Though, if she had to pick between the two jobs she did, the "making men less lonely" job appealed to her way more.
But then again, it would get… boring after a while, so perhaps debt collecting would fair much better for the femme fatale.
"Makoto Takiyama." A calm, almost commanding voice spoke to her as the titular woman turned around, her Stand disappearing in the process. Orange eyes met silver ones as Makoto purred.
"Ah, Boss, a pleasure to see you here~." The ravenette said, keeping eye contact with the man.
"And it is a pleasure to speak to you once more, Makoto. However, we can put the sweet-talking aside. I have a job for you. After all, you're the best person for the job," The Boss said, his tone serious as Makoto nodded.
"Well, do tell me, what exactly is this job, hmm?" Makoto asked as The Boss simply chuckled, shifting in place underneath the veil of darkness that had cloaked him.
"You always speak in that alluring tone of yours, and it never ceases to make me feel some sort of way, you know? Had I not known any better, I would've mistaken you for a hooker. A-hem, where was I? Oh, yes. The job I have planned for you. Tell me, dear, have you heard of The League Of Villains?" The Boss asked as Makoto raised an eyebrow.
"That small runty little upstart? What of them? Do you want me to take them out? I can do so easily. Though I'm surprised you ask me of all people to do that. But, if that is—"
"You're getting ahead of yourself, Makoto. Besides, I doubt we want to make enemies with All For One, do we?" The Boss said, crossing his arms beneath the shadow as Makoto bit her lip.
"Yes, that would be a mistake…. Hmm, so what do you intend me to do?" Makoto asked, putting all of her weight on her left hip as she leaned to one side.
"They plan on 'killing the symbol of peace,' though I doubt it'll work. Although, I'm willing to see what happens if they attempt this, and how they'll bounce back from the inevitable failure. I want you to go to their location in Yokohama and help them with this endeavour. They're going to get into U.A. and steal important plans about an up-and-coming field trip that their spy learned about. All Might will be there. I want you to cause as much fear and havoc as possible, maybe kill some of those brats along the way. Honestly, I don't care. As far as I am aware none of them are Stand users, so this should be a slaughter for you. And if you do get to attack All Might, then that'll be even more beneficial for us. If we get him out of the picture, we can advance in our plans at light speed without having to tip-toe around that big lug."
As The Boss finished his explanation, Makoto licked her lips before smirking. "Alright. You lost me in the first half, but the idea of killing that big, muscular hunk of a man has officially turned me on. I think I can do all of what you asked and more, Boss." Makoto turned around and began to walk away from the alleyway, swaying her hips as she did so, though unknowingly of course.
The Boss nodded silently to himself, turning around and leaving the dingy alleyway a minute after Makoto had. Despite being a Debt Collector for Damnatio ad Bestias, Makoto had a powerful Stand, one that allowed her to do her job effectively. She was the leader of the debt-collecting branch, so at the very least, she had some sort of experience in that regard.
He just hoped he had picked the right person for the job. Makoto was the best in her field, and if she had to be replaced because she somehow got killed fighting a bunch of children, well, then it would've meant that perhaps she wasn't the best after all.
Regardless of what he thought, The Boss knew that wasn't going to happen. After all, Damnatio ad Bestias weren't going to be bested by some brats playing hero. That much he knew.
-The next day, U.A., 8:35 AM-
Yoshihara had been met at the gates of her school by a crowd of obnoxious news reporters, all of which wanted to know how All Might was as a Teacher. She didn't want to give them the light of day, but they just kept pushing, stuffing microphones in her face, asking her stupid questions that she didn't bother allocating any memory to.
It was times like these when she wished the cameras weren't constantly on so she could blow some of them up, but alas, that was unbecoming of a future pro-hero.
The blond waded her way through the sea of obnoxious news reporters and got to the entrance with very little fanfare. When she entered the building, she brushed off the light-green knee-high skirt she was forced to wear—much to her chagrin—and made her way to her classroom. She sat at her assigned seat at the back and waited for the rest of her class to show up.
People filtered in one by one, chatting amongst one another about how the press equally bombarded them with stupid questions. Not even Izuku had been safe from those persistent vultures. As sad as that had been, Yoshihara knew that they would eventually leave and go back to whatever news station they had come from, and her day would finally be at least a little bit better with the knowledge they got nothing of value.
Once everyone filtered in, Aizawa came in close behind and closed the door behind them after letting out a tired, almost annoyed sigh. He approached the front desk with all the readiness of a salaried worker diagnosed with clinical depression, plopped a stack of papers on the desk, and started talking.
"Good work with yesterday's battle training." The man started, giving the class a lazy-eyed once over. "I've looked over your grades and evaluations." At that, a few people clammed up, those people being Bakugo, Midoriya, Kaminari, and Kira. The first one on the chopping block was the explosive shaggy-haired blond. Aizawa's eyes darted to Bakugo, the kid's attention caught even before his name had been spoken.
"Bakugo. Grow up already. Stop wasting your talent." At that, Bakugo gave the teacher a half-assed glare with all the bravado he could muster, which was barely anything at all, then looked at his desk with disdain.
"Got it." The teen ground out, his teeth gnashing together as every word that spilled from the boy's mouth sounded like a threat.
Next on the chopping block was Midoriya, who felt Aizawa's eyes latch onto him next. "And… It seems Midoriya ended yet another day with a broken arm." Izuku's hair stood on end at the mention of his name. He looked like he wanted to desperately curl up in a ball and die. But, despite the curt ending of his sentence, Aizawa wasn't done speaking.
"Learn to control your Quirk… because just trying isn't going to cut it. I hate repeating myself. But you do have potential, assuming you can overcome this. Work at it, Midoriya." Aizawa finished as Izuku, now bolstered by the words of his teacher, responded with a hardy 'okay.'
The shaggy-haired teacher's eyes landed on Kaminari, who sat up straight in his chair, trying not to look stressed out, despite not doing a convincing job.
"Kaminari." Aizawa started, earning the electric-blonds attention. "It was noble of you to continue the attack on the faux villains even after your partner had been downed. It shows that you're brave enough to continue even without backup. However, you need to work on your hand-to-hand combat. In the real world of being a hero, you cannot always rely on your Quirk to defeat villains, sometimes physical combat without having access to your Quirk is more beneficial, especially in closed-off spaces."
"Yes, Sensei!" Kaminari responded as he relaxed in his seat. Afterward, the stoic black eyes of Aizawa looked over to Kira with a mundane annoyance. Kira did nothing in response to them, only met his cold eyes with her own.
"Kira. While your forward-thinking in placing those traps down was admirable, you put too much power into your attacks and badly wounded Jirou from these reports. I suggest you try and work on toning down the power of your explosions if you plan on making it as a hero."
"Yes, Aizawa-sensei. I understand." Kira's response was formal, to the point, and clear. Aizawa simply nodded, stacking the pieces of paper neatly.
"Those were all of the notable reports that All Might had filed. The rest of you did well. There is nothing else I have to comment on, other than that you still have a long ways to go before making it as a full-time Pro-hero. Now, on to homeroom business. Sorry for the sudden announcement, but today…." Aizawa allowed for a small amount of tension and suspense to build in the air, scaring the pants off of his students—gods did he love his job at times—then followed up his sentence. "You'll pick a class president."
Underneath the cacophony of noise, Yoshihara buried her head between her hands. Class president, eh? She wasn't interested, not in the slightest. That meant drawing far too much attention toward her. Sure, becoming a class president opened up more opportunities than it did blocking them, but there was too much involvement.
Basically, it was a secondary teacher if the main teacher wasn't there. Sure they weren't teaching anything, but they were making sure everyone was doing what it was they were supposed to be doing. On top of that, they were the ones who gathered up meetings and discussions in class or came up with events to do when there was free time.
Again, too much involvement.
People voiced their want to be the class president, and one voice came tumbling out after another, all with the same light-handed remark that all amounted to "I want to be class president, please pick me," and it was driving the blond crazy. But, amongst all of that chaos, amongst all of that noise, one voice spoke louder than the rest.
"QUIET DOWN, EVERYONE!" Ida Tenya's voice caused everyone a moment of pause, and everyone did exactly as he said. He suddenly adorned a serious expression, something akin to an elected official. His glasses gleamed in the light, a small flare dinging off in the uppermost left-hand corner of his glasses. Then, with a rigid, almost determined tone, he spoke.
"Leading the many is a task of heavy responsibility…!" There was a small pause, his eyes darting around, making sure he got everyone's attention. Once he realized everyone's eyes were on him, he continued. "But ambition does not equate to ability! This sacred office demands the trust of its constituents…!" Another pause, this time more for dramatic effect than anything else, but it at least got everyone's full attention, including Aizawa's. "If this is to be a democracy, then I put forward the motion that our true leader must be chosen by election!"
"THIS IS A CLASSROOM, NOT CONGRESS!"
All Yoshihara could do was shake her head and block out everyone's voices. She was too tired for this nonsense, and with it being so early in the morning as well, it was way more headache-inducing than it should've been. She could only imagine what Aizawa-sensei was thinking about this situation. She almost felt bad for him. Almost.
It was bad enough that Nemuri woke her up earlier than usual to discuss some personal things such as her mental health that the ravenette had been worried about. However, that wasn't all. Add on to the fact that she hadn't had her morning cup of coffee, and that already spelt the need for a disaster to unfold in the not-so-distant future. Yoshihara without her morning coffee was never a good thing.
She was originally planning to stop by the local coffee shop on her way to the train station, but upon finding out it was closed for the morning due to a rampaging villain, her hopes had been dashed. Now, coffeeless, tired, and surrounded by loud and obnoxious people, sans Midoriya and Kujo, Yoshihara groaned.
A piece of paper drifted onto her desk. She assumed those were the 'voting ballets.' Apparently, they were being serious. The blond looked over to Ida, shook her head, then wrote down his name there. She had originally planned on putting Midoriya's name down on the piece of paper, but after thinking about it for a while, Ida had seemed more likely to actually be a leader than Midoriya.
Don't get her wrong. She thought Midoriya could do it, albeit just barely without fainting every time he had to get up in front of everyone—confidence boost or not, he was still the same Midoriya, and being around people just wasn't his thing. As she finished writing down Ida's name on the piece of paper, she watched what everyone else was doing, which was putting the 'ballots' on the teacher's desk, folded up into squares.
So, she did just that.
Once back in her seat, Ida tallied up all of the votes and came to a very interesting conclusion. There was a three-way tie. 2 votes for Midoriya. 2 votes for Yaoyorozu. 2 votes for Ida—one of which was hers. She frowned. She had mostly been meant to be the tiebreaker between Yaoyorozu and Midoriya, but instead, ended up putting Ida up there as well.
The blond teen shrugged. It wasn't her problem to deal with. Er, well, actually, technically speaking she caused it. But that didn't mean she had to fix it, now did she? But now, the question was. Who else voted for Ida? She glanced over to Kujo, who smirked. Great minds really did think alike, didn't they? She didn't know she instinctively knew that he had been the one to vote for the blue-haired boy, but now with a three-way tie.
"It would seem as if now we have three candidates for the position!" Ida said with a proud smile on his face. "Time for the second round of voting, only this time, the rest of you will pick between the three of us!"
And thus, that is exactly what happened. 9 votes went to Midoriya. 5 votes went to Yaoyorozu. 3 votes went to Ida. Yoshihara had been surprised, and it showed on her face. Midoriya won by a landslide! But how? I guess people really didn't want Ida in that spot, or perhaps everyone kinda just… liked Midoriya? She couldn't blame anyone for thinking that way, Midoriya was one of the nicer people in the class by far.
"S-S-S-S-Seriously?!" Midoriya muttered in scared confusion and fear. Poor kid. Yaoyorozu seemed to be a bit frustrated, but who could blame her? Not to be rude, or to think lowly of Izuku's leadership skills or of Izuku himself, but it was clear as day that he was NOT qualified for the job. Not until he got his backbone straightened up.
"Fine, so your president's Midoriya and your Vice President is Yaoyorozu," Aizawa said, getting into his sleeping bag. The next two hours were strange, seeing as English class was up next, and going from Aizawa to Present Mic was a bit of a strange turn of events. After Present Mic's class finished up, Nemuri came in to teach modern arts, then the bell rang out for lunch.
Yoshihara had been the only one in her class not to gather in the cafeteria, instead opting to walk around the perimeter of the building behind the massive steel walls known as the U.A. Barrier. Why? Because she hadn't been hungry. That's why. That, and she didn't want to be surrounded by a bunch of noisy teenagers. Plus, she needed some fresh air and a place to get away from everyone, just so she could finally have the chance to actually wake up and feel like a normal human being.
Unfortunatly for her, the news crews from all across Japan were still at the school. They were annoyingly persistent, as she should have expected. It was noon right now, and all they could think about was getting the latest scoop on All Might?! Seriously?! Don't they have better things to do? Then again, All Might was THE celebrity. So getting any information about him would make an amazing first-page article.
Sheesh. These people were more like paparazzi than actually news reporters. No wonder why the U.A. barrier had been erected. These guys sucked.
"Damn vultures…." Yoshihara muttered. She continued to walk, breathing in the fresh air around her. The last thing she wanted was to have those annoying vultures pester her about questions. But thankfully, she didn't have to worry about them, now did she? Nobody else seemed to have her idea of walking around the school's perimeter, and with the U.A. barrier blocking out any of the news crew, it was safe to say that she didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone during her quick breather.
That was, at least, until she actually did bump into someone.
"Oof—"
"Sorry!"
The blond shook her head and met face to face with a man with teal hair, a black hoodie, black pants, and top all of that creepy stuff off, he had red, menacing eyes. He was scrawny, no doubt about it, and his skin was pale—really pale. The man seemed to go wide-eyed at her sudden appearance, but she didn't react to his. "I've never seen this guy before….." Yoshihara thought, narrowing her eyes into a glare.
Was he a part of the staff? Was he one of the news reporters? He didn't have a microphone, so that was a clear sign that he wasn't. So who the hell was this guy? "Are you the janitor or something?" Yoshihara asked as the man nodded.
"Uh… yeah, I am." The man's voice was raspy, almost harsh in tone. Did the guy ever drink any water? However, that had not been what she was focusing on. The janitor, eh? He didn't sound so confident in saying that, but then again, the look she was giving him was mostly a death glare, so perhaps that had been why he stammered. "I need to get back to work." The man said abruptly, walking past her hurriedly, not wasting any time.
"Poor guy, if he's the janitor here, I kinda feel bad for him…." Yoshihara muttered. The guy seemed to be in a hurry. She didn't know why he had been, probably to get back to doing whatever it was he had been doing. He was probably just finishing up a break when he had bumped into her. Oh well, whatever the case may have been, at least he had pestered her about being outside of the school.
She sighed, dusting her uniform off from whatever grime had gotten on her after bumping into the guy, and was about to continue walking when suddenly, an alarm rang out around the school's campus. Then, as if someone had opened up the floodgates, somehow, the news crews started to funnel past the barrier. They were coming from the back, at least that was what it appeared to be, seeing as they were encircling the school from her left-hand side.
"What the hell? Did one of the newscasters use their Quirk to break into the school!? How desperate and stupid must one person be to get a news story on All Might?!" Yoshihara thought, looking back towards the school. She had to get back inside, the last thing she wanted to do was be seen by any of the news people.
"SECURITY LEVEL 3 HAS BEEN BROKEN. ALL STUDENTS PLEASE EVACUATE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION!" The alarm's voice was feminine, probably pre-recorded, which was good. Yoshihara's eyes narrowed as she looked over to her right to see a horde of students leave the school, pushing and shoving past others.
Now she had no way of actually re-entering the building. Not will of those students crowd around the area.
"Damn those news assholes!" Yoshihara muttered, covering her ears. She could see Aizawa and Present Mic trying to deal with the press, swarming them like they were some vagrants asking for some sweet, sweet cash. She couldn't even begin to imagine what was going on inside the building.
All of this, and for what? For the news? No, there was something else going on here. Something wasn't right. She didn't know what it was that wasn't adding up. Why would the press go out of its way to break the U.A. barrier? They couldn't be THAT stupid. Whatever the case might have been, she had been too distracted by the cacophony of loud noises to put a coherent thought together.
Thankfully, the panic didn't last long, and everyone had been funnelled out of the building just in time for the police to deal with the press. When she got back to class and sat in her seat, Midoriya and Yaoyozoru stood in front of everyone with Aizawa off to the side. Izuku had been extremely nervous, but, he had composed himself just enough to look presentable.
"Go ahead, class president." With a heavy sigh, Midoriya glanced over to Ida, then spoke. "We'd like to choose the other student council members! But, before that, this is important…." The seemingly innocuous statement caught Yaoyorozu off guard. Izuku's nerves seemed to cool as his eyes met Ida's, and with a smile, he continued. "I believe that Ida is better suited to be class president! You all saw how well he led everyone in that crisis. I think he's the correct choice for the job."
So Ida had been responsible for calming everyone down and leading them to the emergency exit? That was good and all, but there was something… not right about that. Midoriya earned his spot but wanted to give it away. She chalked it up to Izuku just being a bit too nice for his own good.
Ida seemed happy though, and honestly, as long as Midoriya was happy about it that was all Yoshihara cared about. Ida took to the job like a magnet, and the rest of the class cheered him on. Midoriya silently went to his seat, and Yoshihara gave him a small, meaningful smile.
Unbeknownst to any of them, back at the front gate, Nedzu, U.A.'s principal, alongside two staff members, stood at the front gates, or, that was to say, what remained of the front gates. It had been destroyed. All four layers of doors turned to nothing but rubble on the ground. It looked like a bomb had erupted the door, and that could've been the case, had it not been for the fact that the doors were bomb-proof.
Something else happened here. Something more sinister. Something villainous.
"No ordinary reporter could have done this." Recovery girl said, her expression grim as Nedzu put his arms behind his back. The chimera narrowed his eyes at the gate, a stern expression on his face. "Someone instigated this whole affair. Did some evildoer manage to slip in? Or do they intend to wage some greater war…?"
Nedzu's question went unanswered. And that day, things went from bad, to serious. U.A. had just been attacked by an unknown assailant, and the safety of the students was now in question. Whoever did this, clearly had a message to give, and that message was simple.
You are not as safe as you think you are.
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