Chapter 8

"Welcome back, Asui-san."

Once again, I responded with a mere nod and climbed the stairs to my appartment.

I changed my clothes to my training attire and began working on the reinforced Wing-chun dummy I had recently bought. It was truely an amazing tool for working on my balance and rhythm.

Soon, I entered a trance like state and lost myself into it. My strikes became faster and deadlier while my senses became highly sensitive to my surroundings.

How sensitive? I could feel the watchman light up his cigarette and the slight arythmia of his heart. I could feel the individual flaps of a mosquito's wings while it flying towards the building opposite to mine.

Faster and faster I hit the dummy with my fists, elbows, forearms and legs. I could feel the heat rise in my fists and my legs. I captured the feeling and focused on it. If I was successful, I would have two new moves in my arsenal that would work greatly against the cold.

Before I could successfully execute the moves, my arms and my legs gave out from fatigue.

I fell on my back as I gasped for air. Smoke vould be seen coming from my hands and legs. The training dummy had charred patches all over it.

"So.. *gasp* close!! *Gasp* Fuck!"

I heard banging on my door and I forced myself to walk to it on my wobbly legs. I barely managed to open the door and saw that it was none other than Sunao... along with a number of policemen in tactical gear.

'The hell?'

"Yeah?"

"A-Asui-san! I-I heard gunshots coming from your appartment so I called the police!"

I wasn't a good idea to go all out on the training dummy.

'That's why dad soundproofed the basement!'

(APIBNHA)

I had to explain the sounds and show them my dummy along with the rest of my appartment for the police leave. It helped that I was a student at U.A..

As they left, Sunao slumped against the wall and sighed in relief.

"I thought you were being murdered by some gang with tens of guns. It was so loud!!"

She then starting sobbing into her hands.

"I-I was s-so scared! Oh god! I-It went on for f-fifteen minutes!"

I felt bad for making her cry and not thinking it through. It tried to console her but she had gotten too scared. So, I hugged her and let her sob into my shoulder until she calmed down.

'Having seen decaying, hanging bodies and eyeballs popping out of putrified faces... mangled bodies in accidents, murder victims and rape victims along with having done cadaver dissections... I tend to forget that not everyone is dead inside.'

It took her a few minutes to calm down and I gently rubbed her back to help her.

"Are you fine now?"

She silently nodded into my shoulder.

"Come on, sit on the couch. I'll make you some tea."

Again, she only nodded and took a seat on the couch while I got busy making tea for the two of us.

After a few minutes, I handed her a cup and sat beside her. We drank the tea in silence. I had no idea what to say to her.

"I'm.. sorry."

She looked at me as I continued to speak, "I should have known better. I'll... rent a storage room and take my training equipment there. I should not be having this equipment and using it in a residential area. I'm truely sorry for scaring you."

Once again, she only nodded and continued drinking the tea with a hint of redness on her face.

"So... how.. was your first day at M.U.?"

She almost sighed in relief and we talked till late in the evening.

Her teacher, while strict, was very experienced

and Sunao was very excited over the prospects of being trained by her. With a number of students as high as thirty five, M.U.'s acting program was truely the most sought after in the country.

Her face blossomed with an amazing smile and her eyes sparkled with excitement when I told her that All Might himself was teaching us at U.A.. I told her about the battle trial, showed her a picture of me in my hero costume and told her how I won to mock battle quite easily.

"So, what else can you do with your quirk? I know you are 'very' strong. Your shoulder was as hard as rock! Uhm.."

I smiled a little as she looked down and said, "I can manipulate the water in the air as well as in my body and use it as I will."

"Oh! That huge shuriken on your back, that's water?!"

"Yeah! Cool, right?!"

"Umu!"

We had dinner at my appartment again, as an apology for scaring crap out of her. Nothing too complicated. Just, egg fried rice... like Uncle Roger used to make in my last life. It was MSG galore.

The next day when I arrived at the school, the gates were crowded by the media personnel.

I could see they were stopping every student and asking them about All Might. Well, I had nothing to say about him so I just walked through the crowd without giving any comment.

The day started with Aizawa addressing us about the battle trial. His review was positive though he did reprimand Katsuki for being an angry doggie.

"Now onto the Homeroom business. Sorry for the sudden announcement but today..."

Oh, I could feel the tension among the students when Aizawa-sensei deliberately took that pause. I bet he was having fun looking at our panic-stricken faces, the dry-eyed bastard.

"...You pick a class president."

Even in the anime, it was very comical scene.

Well, what could one expect? In a class full of hero aspirants, everyone would want a leadership role.

"I wanna be the president!! Lemme do it!!"

"The position was made for me~"

"In my administration, girls will have to show thirty centimetres of thigh!!"

"Fucking pick me!!"

.

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In a school like U.A., the position meant leading the group. A position befitting a top hero in making.

"Leading the many is a task of heavy responsibility...!"

Oh, who wouldn't recognise that usual uptight and formal tone.

Iida continued saying, "But ambition does not equate to ability!! This sacred office demands the trust of its constituents! If this is to be a democracy, then I put forward this motion that our true leader must be chosen by election!!"

Everyone shouted in unison, "This is just a classroom!! Not congress!!"

"But, everyone'll just vote for themselves!!"

Iida cleared his throat and replied, "That precisely why anyone who manages to get multiple votes will be the best-suited individual for the job!! Will you allow this, Sensei?!"

Aizawa squirmed in his sleeping bag and replied, "However you do it, just make it quick."

And so we casted the votes to choose our class president. I had a person in mind who I thought was a perfect blend of being responsible, cool and intelligent, fit for the job.

In the end, I got seven votes while Yoayorozu Momo got three. Iida got zero votes... like in canon.

Bakugo looked back at me and glared. I just raised an eyebrow and he turned away, grumbling under his breath.

I was chosen as the president of the class.

Later that day in the cafeteria, I and some of my classmates were having our lunch as Iida explained to us about his family history. Suddenly, the warning alarm sounded and an announcement was made, "Security level 3 has been broken. All students, please evacuate in an orderly fashion."

Everyone immediately started evacuating, only not in an orderly fashion. It was chaos and much worse than it was shown in the anime.

Inside the corridor, I was trying not to get crushed between the students. I suddenly had an idea in my mind and used 'Supersonic'. Everyone immediately came to a stop.

I then shouted, "Hold your horses, everyone! Look outside the window, it's just the media!! Let's behave in the way befitting to us as future heroes! Get all the injured to Recovery Girl and start moving in an orderly fashion as was announced."

Suffice to say they listened. I could hear some embarrassing whispers among the upper-classmen.

Instead, my focus was diverted towards the gate that was destroyed by Shigaraki.

'I'm so 'not' looking forward to that... Hope propranolol is still available as an over the counter medicine. Wouldn't wanna panic tomorrow.'

The benefits of knowing high level pharmacology... Who said being a nerd was not cool?