With Bandage-Sensei's arrival, free time ended, and everyone obediently sat down at their desks like well-trained dogs.
Since I believe in freedom, I'd been leaning against the wall enjoying my liberty, but after getting casually chopped, I was forced into my seat.
I'll invoke Article Whatever of Basic Human Rights! When I declared that, he calmly replied, "Go ahead and try." If I could actually do it, I wouldn't be struggling here! I'm so mad!
Well, causing more of a scene and making him angry would be a pain, so I quietly took my seat. Obedience is always best.
Once Bandage-Sensei confirmed I was seated, he placed a stack of printouts on the teacher's desk and began speaking.
"Good work on yesterday's combat training. I've reviewed the videos and grades. For your first time, that was about right. Keep up that level of effort going forward. Some of you couldn't attend class—well, we had our reasons for that. We'll make up for it with supplementary lessons later."
"I don't want supplementary lessons!"
"I was planning one hour of supplementary lessons, but you get two hours, Midoriya."
"Nooo!"
I shouldn't have said anything! I just reflexively blurted it out because I hated the idea so much!
Fine, if that's how it's gonna be...
"Bakugo's secretly reading dirty magazines!"
"—Gah!? You little—!?"
"Bakugo gets two hours of supplementary lessons too."
"What!?"
Kacchan desperately protested, but Bandage-Sensei dismissed him with, "If Midoriya's doing two hours, of course you're doing the same. Think about it."
Serves him right.
"Ribbit, definitely the designated handler."
"Souko's so free-spirited."
"Keep the chatter down."
"Ribbit."
"Eep!"
With the restless atmosphere tightened up, Bandage-Sensei continued with his earlier topic.
"Now then, the main agenda for homeroom... Sorry for the short notice, but today I need you all to..."
Tension rippled through the air.
A vein bulged on Kacchan's forehead as someone poked his back.
"...choose a class president."
"It's something actually school-like!"
The classmates who shouted raised their hands energetically.
"Me! Me!" The position of class president was wildly popular.
Incidentally, Kacchan raised his hand too.
So, never one to miss a perfect teasing opportunity, I tickled his side without hesitation. He glared at me with an incredible expression.
"Silence, please!"
The restless atmosphere tightened up again.
Kacchan's side also tightened, trapping my hand.
"This is a position of great responsibility, leading the many...! It's not something that should be done just because someone 'wants to do it'!"
The one who said that was Speedy Four-Eyes.
Pretty serious words coming from a pervert's mouth.
Also, Kacchan, let go of my arm already. It's gonna get all sweaty. My delicate, lily-white hand.
"It's a sacred duty that can only be fulfilled with the trust of those around you...! If we're going to decide on a true leader following the principles of democracy..."
Four-Eyes' hand shot up dramatically.
That hand stretched out as if to pierce the sky.
Everyone gazed at that hand, waiting for his next words.
"This is a matter that should be decided by vote!"
"You're the one standing up tall! Why'd you even suggest it!?"
After a bunch of back-and-forth, we ended up voting anyway. The whole time, Kacchan kept my hand trapped. My lily-white hand was defiled.
Huh? The voting results? Momo got two votes, Kacchan got two votes, and everyone else got one. It ended up tied.
Since it was a tie, we did rock-paper-scissors at the end, and Kacchan won, becoming class president. Woo-hoo, clap clap!
...Oi, so let go of my hand already! I voted for you, you explosive-headed jerk!
After my hand was finally freed, I attended class seriously for several hours.
When I woke up, it was lunchtime.
Gotta eat.
So, just like yesterday, I pushed Kacchan's back as we headed to the cafeteria. He kept insisting, "I'm not treating you today!" but he's just a tsundere at heart, so I fully planned on getting him to pay anyway.
What should I get? I definitely won't order sushi two days in a row. Beef, pork, curry, ramen, katsu... oh right, katsudon! I snagged some from Kirishima yesterday and it was delicious. Yeah, that's what I'll get.
After successfully getting Kacchan to treat me to katsudon, we looked for seats. I spotted Uraraka and Four-Eyes sitting together. The seats next to them were empty, so we decided to join them.
Hello, hello!
"—Hm? Midoriya."
"Ah, Souko! Oh, and Bakugo too!"
"Hah? Got a problem with that?"
"N-no, that's not what I meant!"
I smacked Kacchan's head for scaring Uraraka and sat down next to her. Kacchan sat next to Four-Eyes, across from me.
"What are you eating, Uraraka? Let me try some."
"It's nothing special, you know? Miso katsu set meal, ta-da!"
"I got katsu-don."
"Ahaha."
"Ahahaha."
"They say girls laugh at anything at this age. Right, Bakugo? You'd probably—"
"Shut up and eat, you damn four-eyes."
"You really have a foul mouth."
While eating and chatting with Uraraka, it was revealed that Four-Eyes isn't actually a pervert but gay. That's why Uraraka felt comfortable eating with him.
Oh boy, so now Kacchan's the one in danger. I put him right next to Four-Eyes. Well, Kacchan should be fine though. He'll handle it himself.
"By the way, Bakugo, congrats on becoming class president! But honestly, I thought Iida would get it!"
At Uraraka's smiling words, Kacchan glared with obvious distaste. What are you doing to my Uraraka? I snagged some ginger pork from Kacchan's set meal. He glared at me intensely.
"—Tch! What, Round Face? You sayin' I'm not good enough?"
"That's not it! It's just, you know, Iida really wanted to do it, and he has glasses!"
Well, he does have glasses.
"If I'd known he was gay back then and Kacchan hadn't caught me, I might've voted for him too. He has glasses, after all."
"Let me correct that right away—I'm not gay. And what exactly do you all think about glasses?"
The gay Four-Eyes sighed and took a sip of orange juice. It looked tasty, so I appealed to Kacchan to buy me some, but he handed me an unopened carton of tea instead. That's not what I'm in the mood for today. Oh well, whatever.
"Wanting to do it and being suitable for it are separate matters. Of course, having glasses is also a separate matter. Since it was decided through the fair method of voting, even if it was only by a single vote, I believe that was the correct result."
What's with this pompous four-eyes?
I felt a bit annoyed, so I touched his lenses.
He resisted with "Stop it! Don't put fingerprints on my glasses!" He's fun to mess with.
"Speaking of which, Iida, you sometimes say 'I' instead of your usual pronoun. Are you maybe a rich kid?"
At Uraraka's words, Four-Eyes made a troubled face.
"I changed my first-person pronoun because I didn't like being called that... but... sigh. Yes, my family has been a hero family for generations. I'm the second son."
"So since you don't have to worry about being the heir, you turned to men."
"I'm not gay... though saying so is probably pointless. Why are you looking at me with such clear, doubting eyes?"
As we listened, it turned out Four-Eyes is the brother of some Turbo Hero or something. According to Uraraka, he's pretty famous.
When I asked Four-Eyes about it, he showed obvious pride: "That's my big brother!"
Gay and a brother complex.
This is rough.
Just as I started worrying about Kacchan's chastity, a sudden, blaring alarm rang out.
It was an alert signaling some kind of crisis—something we'd normally never hear.
Kacchan stood up abruptly with a scary expression and looked at me.
"Tch, oi!"
"It wasn't me!"
"I'm not suspecting you!"
Then don't scare me like that! When you look at me like that, it reminds me of when I pressed that button back in elementary school!
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