The first week at U.A. High School was a whirlwind, a flurry of nerves and new faces that Izuku Midoriya and Momo Yaoyorozu faced with a mixture of cautious hope and quiet determination. Both were still adjusting to the crowded classrooms, the energetic hallways, and the unpredictable whirlwind of student life, where quirks flashed and ambitions blazed like never before.
Voting for Class President
Aizawa's voice cut through the din of their bustling classroom. "Alright, Class 1-A. We're going to vote for your class president. This is your chance to choose a leader."
Immediately, a chorus of raised voices erupted—students clamoring, shouting their own names or calling out for friends. Eijiro Kirishima grinned and raised his hand enthusiastically. "Pick me! I'm tough and dependable!"
Ochaco Uraraka laughed, waving her hand. "I'd be a good president! I'd make sure everyone's voice is heard."
The chaos only grew louder as everyone wanted to be heard, everyone wanted to lead. Aizawa raised his hand, silencing the room. "Hold up. It's going to be an anonymous vote."
That caught their attention. No one could argue with anonymity—no bias, no favoritism. Everyone was equal.
The votes were collected, whispered quietly into the folded slips of paper. Then, Aizawa began to read aloud.
"First vote… Midoriya." Murmurs and surprised glances swept the room.
"Second vote… Midoriya."
"Third… Yaoyorozu."
"Midoriya."
The tally was close, but Izuku had the edge, much to his own surprise and quiet embarrassment. He shuffled awkwardly in his seat as the class erupted in mixed reactions—some cheering, some indifferent, and some skeptical.
Momo gave him a supportive nod, her steady presence a grounding force amid the chaos.
The Lunchroom Incident
That afternoon, the cafeteria buzzed with the typical clamor of lunchtime—students chatting, laughing, and showing off their quirks in playful displays. But suddenly, a cold ripple ran through the room.
Without warning, a large section of the cafeteria wall seemed to dissolve, vanishing like mist. A stunned silence fell. Students stared in shock as the media flooded in through the breach—cameras flashing, microphones thrust forward, and voices clamoring for answers.
Panic flared immediately. Some students bolted, while others froze, unsure how to respond. Momo's eyes sharpened as she took in the chaos.
"This isn't just random," she whispered to Izuku, her voice low but urgent. "They're trying to get to us."
Momo stepped forward quickly, her calm and commanding presence slicing through the chaos. "Everyone, please stay calm!" she called out firmly, projecting her voice. "Follow the teachers' instructions. This is just a drill, okay?"
Her words were like an anchor in the storm. Gradually, the students began to settle, listening to her lead. Izuku watched her, admiration and relief washing over him.
Hidden Motives and Quiet Suspicion
Behind the scenes, the teachers exchanged knowing glances. Shouta Aizawa's brow furrowed deeply, suspicion heavy in his eyes. "That hole wasn't supposed to be there," he muttered.
Though no official statement was made, a silent understanding passed between them. This was no accident. Someone had infiltrated the school—likely to expose the students, to unsettle their fragile beginnings. But for now, it was their secret to guard.
The classroom buzzed with a mixture of relief and lingering tension after the unexpected commotion in the cafeteria. Students were settling back into their seats, but the energy was still raw, charged with the adrenaline of what had just happened.
Izuku stood at the front of the room, clutching the makeshift ballot that had named him class president just before lunch. His chest tightened as he scanned the faces of his classmates — some expectant, some uncertain.
Taking a deep breath, Izuku raised a hand to get everyone's attention.
"Everyone, before lunch I was voted as your class president. But… after what happened today, I think I need to step back from that role."
A ripple of surprise ran through the room.
Momo, sitting near the middle, met his gaze steadily. Izuku gestured to her as he continued.
"Momo has been incredible today — calm, level-headed, and always thinking about how to protect everyone. I've been thinking a lot about what it means to lead, and I realized I'm better suited to supporting rather than leading right now."
He paused, feeling the weight of his own words.
"The power I have — well, it's something I still don't fully control. And with everything we face here, and outside of school, I don't want my lack of experience to put anyone at risk. Momo's skills, her quick thinking, and her strength will make her a great leader."
A few classmates nodded in agreement, others whispered quietly.
Izuku smiled gently at Momo, who was now standing, surprised but composed.
"I want to pass the torch to her — not because I'm giving up, but because I trust her to help lead us through what's coming."
Momo's cheeks flushed slightly, but she stepped forward with quiet confidence.
"Thank you, Izuku. I won't let you down. We're in this together — as a class, as friends, and as heroes in training."
The room broke into supportive applause. Izuku felt a lightness in his chest, knowing the decision was right.
As the day ended, the students returned to their routines, the bonds between them strengthened — a team not just by chance, but by choice.